Highlander's Virgin Bride

‘Did I wake ye?” she whispered, dipping her head to drop a soft kiss on his lips. “I dinnae mean to.”

“Aye,” he grinned, reaching up to brush the hair back from her face, “But it dinnae matter. It was a nice way to wake up.”

“Och, d’ye think so?” Meredith answered coyly. “Well, in that case, maybe I should wake ye up like this every day.”

Ryder smiled as he took her face in his hands, pulling her towards him for another kiss, this time allowing his hands to roam over her body as he kissed her deeply.

“Ye’ll get nae complaints from me if ye do,” he said softly.

By way of response, Meredith sat up straight, pulling her nightgown over her head and allowing him to feast his eye upon her pale skin as she cast the garment aside.

“Or maybe like this?” she suggested, taking his hands and returning them to her waist. “Maybe this would be a better way to wake up?”

“Aye, maybe so,” he agreed, his breathing becoming louder as she adjusted her position, sliding him inside her and beginning to move slowly back and forth, her eyes never dropping his gaze.

“Yer so beautiful,” Ryder whispered, his eye locked with hers. “Like a goddess, with that pale skin and black hair.”

His hands were on her hips now, as he allowed her to take charge -— a novel experience for a man used to always being in control. But Meredith was a force of nature. The kind of woman he had never even known to dream of — and here she was, all his.

Her pace quickened, her eyes becoming unfocused as she moved faster and faster on top of him, enjoying the sensation of him deep inside her, his hips beginning to thrust in time with hers as they rocked together, their movements perfectly timed. Meredith bent to kiss him again, the slight change of angle increasing the friction and making her breath come faster as her excitement reached its peak.

“I love ye, I love ye, I love ye,” she cried, collapsing on his chest, her body shuddering with pleasure.

“I’m not done with ye yet,” Ryder whispered, deftly flipping her over until he was on top of her, their skin slick with sweat as he held her by the wrists, thrusting into her until he could stand it no longer, and he moaned as he released himself inside her.

“Yer mine,” he whispered as they lay together, their skin cooling. “Yer all mine.”