"Full," she said with a breathless laugh."Connected to ye.Is it...is it supposed to feel this way?"
"Aye," he breathed."And it will get better."
He began to move then with slow and careful strokes that built the fire between them gradually.Fiona’s initial tension gave way to pleasure as she gasped and learned to move with him, their bodies finding a rhythm as old as time itself.But as her soft moans filled the air and her channel began to clasp tightly around his hardened length, something primal awakened within him.
His thrusts grew deeper, more demanding.Her body responded eagerly, her hips lifting to meet each powerful stroke.The sight of Fiona beneath him—thighs spread wide, her breasts bouncing with each thrust—inflamed him beyond reason.
"Connor," Fiona gasped, her voice breaking as he thrust deeply into her, her channel fluttering around him like a silken vice."Oh, ...Connor..."
The sound of his name on her lips, breathless with passion, snapped something inside him.His hands moved to capture her wrists, pinning them above her head as he rose above her like a conquering warlord claiming his prize.She was utterly open to him now, her body wide and welcoming to his plunder, and the sight was intoxicating.
"Ye're mine," he growled, his hips beginning to pound deep into her with increasing fervor."Mine, Fiona."
She could only moan in response, her eyes heavily lidded and glazed with passion as he claimed her completely.She felt ravaged, dominated by the powerful man who scorched her with his burning gaze while his body took possession of hers.Her arms were trapped above her head, leaving her utterly at his mercy, and the helplessness only heightened her arousal.
Connor’s skin began to glisten with perspiration as his hips thrust in and out with relentless rhythm.He devoured Fiona with his eyes, taking in every detail of her passionate response from the flush spreading across her skin to the way her body arched beneath him and the soft cries that escaped her lips with each powerful thrust.
Unable to resist, he leaned down and captured one taut nipple in his mouth, his hot wet tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.The sensation was like lightning and fire searing straight from her breast to her heated core.
"Connor!"Fiona shouted, throwing her head back as her orgasm tore through her with devastating force.Her sheath gripped him like a vice, pulsing around his length as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
He continued to thrust through her climax, his breathing coming in short, sharp rasps, his hips snapping continuously in sharp, demanding movements.The sight and feel of her coming apart beneath him pushed Connor to the very edge of control.
"Mo leannan," he groaned, his voice raw with need.His movements became more frantic, more desperate, until finally he stiffened above her, threw his head back, and roared her name as he released his essence deep inside her.
The moment she felt him explode within her, another wave of pleasure crashed through Fiona's sensitized body.They moaned together, lost in the intensity of their joining, until finally their eyes opened and locked.The heat and intensity between them was so scorching it seemed to burn the very air around them.
Connor's strength finally gave out and he collapsed, but he quickly rolled them to their sides so she wouldn't bear his crushing weight.They lay entangled, still catching their breaths, their bodies slick with perspiration and trembling from the force of their passion.
After long moments, he leaned across and gently kissed her lips, the tender gesture a stark contrast to the fierce claiming that had just taken place.
They lay entwined afterward, hearts racing, breath slowly returning to normal.Connor had never felt such complete satisfaction, such rightness.He was still inside her, reluctant to break their connection, and Fiona seemed equally content to remain joined with him.
"Are ye well?"he asked softly, brushing damp hair from her face.
"More than well," she murmured, a satisfied smile playing at her lips.
Connor grinned then said, "Stay here."He reluctantly withdrew from her warmth.
Fiona watched, mesmerized, as he rose from the bed, magnificently naked in the candlelight, and moved to the washstand.He poured warm water from the pitcher into the basin and returned with a soft cloth, settling beside her on the bed.
"Let me care for ye," he said softly, beginning to clean her with gentle, intimate touches.The tenderness of his ministrations after their passionate joining brought tears to her eyes.When Connor finished, he dried her carefully with a soft towel, then tended to himself before returning to her side and gathering her into his arms.
"Thank ye, husband," Fiona said.
"My pleasure, wife," he replied.
"Ye have been very kind and gentle to me."
Connor chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest."Wife, I just took ye roughly, lost to my passion.I regret I was not as gentle as I should have been with ye."
"Do ye see me complaining?"Fiona asked with a smirk that made his heart skip.
That set off his chuckling even more."Aye, ye seduced me, ye lustful wench.I lost all control."
She slapped his chest in mock outrage and giggled."Me?I dinnae have a sinful bone in my body."
His eyes dancing with mischief, Connor replied, "Well, what about a ticklish one then?"
