A Highlander Christmas by Sophie Renwick

Author:Sophie Renwick [Christmas, A Highlander]
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780451228727
Publisher: Lisa's E-Book Collection
Published: 2009-11-03T05:00:00+00:00

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Daegan had never had a woman beg for his touch before. Never had a female made him so aware of his

virility. Everything about Isobel pulled and tugged at the primitive urges buried deep inside him. The

desire to take her was strong, almost impossible to resist. All his senses cried out to sink himself inside

her tight welcoming body and claim her for himself.

She rocked against his hand. He watched as she learned and responded to the rhythm of his touch, her

hips moving seductively in time to his fingers as they pleasured her.

She was built so perfectly and lush, with full breasts and hips. The Sidhe females were tall and lean, small

breasted and narrow hipped. The males of his race had to challenge each other for them, and the male

who won spent the rest of the night proving his worthiness to be her mate. It was as much a battle of wills

as it was pleasure. But this, with Isobel, was true magic. She was soft and feminine, yielding to his skills.

Her desire and acceptance made him feel more virile and masculine than his hardest-won conquest—a

conquest he could no longer remember.

As he looked down at Isobel lying beneath him, he realized that this would forever be his, this pleasure,

this lazy and perfect loving. And this woman. Mortal or not, she was the only female he wanted.

Daegan reached for her hands and pinned them in his, holding them above her head. Her breasts

brushed his mouth, teasing him with taut, coral nipples. His erection was riding hard between her soft

thighs, driving him forward, urging him to part her. To take her in an act of raw possession.

He gave in, parting her with his shaft, allowing himself to slide along her, feeling the slickness of her

desire covering him. Her tongue came out to wet her lips and he captured it with his mouth, imitating what

his body would soon be doing inside her.

And then he was inside her, filling her as she continued to tremble, his strong hands fitting her thighs

against his waist as he pushed farther and farther into her body.

Isobel moaned his name, unable to disguise the desire—God help her, the love in her voice.

“Say my name again, muirnín, ” he whispered.

“Daegan,” she whimpered as he pushed past the last remaining barrier of her virginity.

And then he was moving atop her, the muscles of his shoulders and arms bunching and tightening with his

exertion. His strokes were slow and intentional, forcing her to take all of him, and she did, took

everything he had to offer and gave what she could of herself, including her budding love. She didn’t

know how it could happen so fast. It was impossible. But anything was possible in dreams, she reminded

herself, even making love on a bed in the middle of an enchanted forest!

Wrapping her legs around his lean waist, Isobel followed him, rising up to meet his thrusts. There was no

pain, only pleasure as he loved her, held her tight and kissed her cheek.

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