Page 91 of Wedded to the Devilish Highlander
Archer’s eyes flashed with lust, and he growled like a wild animal before he descended on her.
His lips went to her neck, then chest, shoulder, and down to her side, trailing wet kisses over her soft skin. She threw her head back and arched into him, needing more. He placed his hand on her midriff and pushed her down, pinning her to the blanket.
“Make me forget everythin’ else,” she begged. “Just make mefeel.”
His hand moved from her midriff to a large breast, kneading it roughly and playing with her nipple for a few seconds until it was stiff.
The river rushed behind her head, but the sound was replaced promptly by his breath as he lowered his mouth to her ear.
“Tell me what ye need,” he purred.
“I need ye.”
“And what do ye need me to do to ye?” he asked.
“Take me, Archer. Please take me.”
“Ask me again,” he teased.
“Please, I cannae wait any longer. I want ye inside me now afore I burst.”
“Aye, there’s a good lass.”
Archer reached down and plunged his fingers into her slick cavern, brushing her nub in the process.
“Ah,” Eileen moaned.
Her back arched off the blanket when he slid his fingers deeper inside her.
Archer pumped his fingers in and out of her, getting them nice and wet before rubbing her nub again. He glided so easily that she barely felt it, except for the pleasure that swelled inside her like a dam about to burst.
“Please, I need to feel ye inside me,” Eileen begged.
Archer shifted, and as deftly as he’d removed her dress, he removed his pants. His open shirt soon followed. When he lowered himself onto her, his rigid shaft slipped inside easily, filling her.
“Aye,” Eileen moaned. “That’s what I wanted. Fill me up, Archer.”
Archer braced his forearms on either side of her head, his warmth firing up her insides. He pecked her lips gently before pulling back, breathing her in. Then, he placed his right hand next to her head, propping himself up a little, and cupped her breast in the other.
He slammed into her, filling her completely, and his torso brushed her breasts. He held himself inside her for a second before pulling back. Each time his shaft slid into her, the feeling in the pit of her stomach intensified. Like a pressure threatening to unravel her while bringing her even more pleasure.
Archer pulled out to the tip, his shaft throbbing.
“Tell me how much ye want it,” he grunted.
“Dinnae stop. Please dinnae stop. I need ye, Archer. I need ye like I’ve never needed anyone before.”
“And ye need this?” He thrust into her again.
Eileen gasped. “Aye, that’s what I need. Please give it to me!”
“Like this.” He pulled out and slammed back into her.
“Mmm, aye!” she cried out. “How do ye do that to me?”
He ground his hips before pulling out and thrusting back in. “How do I do this?”
“Ay—” Eileen barely spoke the word when he repeated the motion, taking her breath away.
