Page 134 of Ruined By the Ruthless Highlander
Marian nodded, her body going slightly stiff as she felt a slight twinge of pain.
“’Tis better if ye relax,” Lachlan said quietly, cupping her breast in his hand and pinching her nipple.
Her body softened under his touch, and he slid a few more inches into her.
Marian quivered. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he finally pushed all the way in, and she felt her walls spasm around his hard, thick member.
Lachlan began to move inside her, slowly at first. Their bodies became one as they danced a new, slow dance in the sheets.
Marian barely noticed the ache in her ribs now as she met his thrusts, her focus narrowing to the warmth of him and the steadiness of his presence. Her eyes fluttered open slightly and locked onto his as they moved together.
His thrusts grew deeper. Faster. His hands held her gently as he pounded into her hard, and she felt her walls spasm around his length again.
Lachlan shook slightly as he held her, pumping into her until the last bit of his restraint snapped. A low groan escaped his lips as he threw his head back, and Marian cried out as climax crashed over her once more.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Lachlan’s weight settled more fully against her, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
This—he—felt so right.
Finally, Lachlan shifted, carefully easing himself out of her and rolling onto his side.
Marian let out a soft sound of protest. He gave her a real, genuine smile that softened every hard edge of his face and pulled her against his chest.
“Are ye all right?” he asked quietly, his hand stroking her hair.
She nodded against him, unable to find the words yet.
Her cheeks flushed when his thumb brushed over her lower lip. Her body felt heavy, warm in a way that had nothing to do with the fire crackling in the hearth.
She felt him press a kiss to her forehead and pull the furs up around them both.
“Rest now, lass,” he murmured. “I’ve got ye.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Mornings in Glen Carrick had never felt as warm as they did in Lachlan’s bed.
Marian blinked slowly, her eyes adjusting to the pale morning light that filtered in through the narrow window. Her body was wrapped in the giant human blanket that was Lachlan. His chest rose and fell steadily under her cheek, and his arm rested softly around her waist.
She smiled, feeling a gentle throb in her head as memories of last night came rushing back.
Her cheeks flushed as she looked at him, taking in his dark, thick lashes. She gingerly lifted her fingers to touch them when his eyes fluttered open. Her hand froze midair.
“Ye’re awake,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. He shifted slightly beneath her, his hand moving to stroke her hair with gentle laziness.
Marian hummed, stretching as much as she could with his arm around her waist. She made a funny sound, and his chest shook with soft laughter.
“How do ye feel?” he asked.
Marian considered the question for a moment.
Her ribs ached. The wound at her temple throbbed dully. Her wrists were still tender where the twine had bitten into her skin. But above all of that, her body tingled with the afterglow of last night.
There was a pleasant soreness between her thighs that made her cheeks warm every time she shifted. Her muscles felt loose and heavy, like she’d been wrung out and put back together in a new shape entirely.
She feltdifferent.
