Page 105 of The Laird's Secret Bairn

“Dougal, do ye truly think I would hold back any of me objections?” she asked, a small spark of her usual fire returning.

He chuckled, undoing the ties at the front of her nightgown to bare her pert breasts to his gaze. The cool air made her nipples pebble. Without warning, he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. Skye let out a soft gasp, throwing her head back to expose her delicate neck.

Dougal released her nipple with an obscene wet pop and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. This one was deep, hungry, and real. Skye hesitantly opened her mouth, allowing his tongue access.

When he broke the kiss, her cheeks were flushed with pleasure, her lips swollen. The look in his eyes made her stomach flutter. He smiled wickedly and pushed up her gown until it pooled around her waist.

Skye whimpered, instinctively spreading her legs and bending her knees. He settled between her thighs, and the first press of his tongue against her sex tore a soft whine out of her.

“Oh my,” she cried out.

Her words melted into a moan as he sucked gently on her bud. Her hips bucked as if they had a mind of their own.

“If ye are still capable of words, then I am nae doing a good enough job,” Dougal murmured.

He dove back in, licking and teasing her while slipping a finger inside her. She gasped, her inner muscles rippling around him. He let her adjust and then added a second finger, careful not to rush her.

Soon she was a writhing mess, bucking her hips and chasing the building pleasure.

“Oh!” she screamed, her inner muscles clenching tightly around his fingers as a powerful orgasm tore through her, leaving her trembling and breathless.

“How do ye feel?” Dougal asked, his voice rough.

“Good,” she replied with a nervous smile.

He took off the rest of his clothes. Skye propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes widening at the sight of his erection.

“Will it hurt?”

“It may cause some discomfort,” he replied honestly. “If ye wish to stop?—”

She shook her head quickly. “N-Nay. I want to continue.”

When he positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside, she let out breathy little gasps, trying to adjust to thestretch. He slid into her carefully, inch by inch, until he was seated to the hilt.

“Are ye all in?” she gasped.

“Aye,” he groaned.

He captured her lips in a deep kiss and began to move. At first, it felt strange, but as he quickened his pace, the discomfort gave way to sparks of pleasure.

“I am nae a delicate flower,” Skye blurted out.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He thrust harder, and her cries grew louder. She clung to him tightly, her arms wrapped around his neck. Every time he hit that perfect spot inside her, pleasure surged through her entire body.

Dougal’s rhythm broke. He growled against her lips as he came, burying himself deep. She felt the first hot pulse of his release flood her, warm, thick, intimate, and the sensation tipped her over the edge. Another orgasm crashed through her a moment later, sharp and overwhelming, making her arch hard beneath him and tremble as it rolled through her in long, shuddering waves.

Every nerve in her still sang, aching and alight all at once.

Dougal pulled out slowly, careful with her, and she felt the loss of him keenly, her body still trembling as he gathered her against his chest, his heart hammering beneath her cheek.

They lay together, catching their breath. Dougal felt a strange mix of emotions as Skye drifted off to sleep beside him, wondering what the morning would bring.

He watched her for a long while, the candlelight softening her features, and thought that loving her had cost him nothing at all, and given him everything.

EPILOGUE

“Ye look as though ye might be sick, Da.”