HIGHLANDER: The Highlander’s Surrender Bride (Scottish Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

eye he had her from where they’d been standing in front of the now crackling fireplace to the bed. He didn’t even bother with the heavy coverlet or mountain of pillows covering it, throwing them aside heedlessly as he gently lowered her down and then not so gently followed her. His kisses grew deeper and deeper until she was lost in the passions he had swirling through her body. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, more intense, more all encompassing than she could have imagined.
                  Suddenly, Abigail felt a pang of regret for the past two weeks that she had tried to stay away from her husband. This, she realized, is what it felt like to really be alive, to really feel loved and cherished. And she couldn’t believe that he was her husband, the man she had come to care about. It was like she had known him her entire life rather than just a few short weeks.
                  She could feel him moving above her and she pressed her eyes open against the heaviness trying to drag her under. But as she saw him peel off his tunic and over shirt to reveal the muscled chest underneath her breath caught in her lungs. My god, he was beautiful.
                  “Thank you,” He said with a laugh and she blushed to the roots of her hair as she realized she’d said it out loud. She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off with a kiss that burned through her and her embarrassment was completely forgotten as his hands moved over her body, sneaking under the thin fabric of the night gown and setting each and every nerve ending on fire.
                  A trembling started and moved from her toes all the way up her body and an insatiable need followed it, making her move restlessly on the bed and pull him closer. He laughed again at her eagerness but kept it at a slow, steady pace that was driving her to distraction. She needed him. She needed…something. And she needed it right now.
                  “Aryen, please, I need…” She trailed off, unsure of what words to use to explain the torturous desire twining through her but he just continued his gentle assault.
                  “It’s alright, my love, I know exactly what you need.” Those were the last words he spoke before he began trailing kisses across her cheek, down the hypersensitive side of her neck and then finally burying his face in the crook where the gentle curve of her shoulder began. With feather light touches he swept his hands up her leg, across her inner thigh to the very center of her and she almost jumped right out of her skin when his lightest touch set off an explosion inside her.
                  He knew exactly were to press, and the pressure to bring her right the edge of…something, but she just wasn’t sure what. It was something bright and golden and she reached for it but every time he would bring her close he would ease his touch just enough to bring her back down. And then he would start the process all over again until she was stretching underneath him, begging him with her words and her body to fulfill the need that had grown to unmanageable proportions inside her.
                  “Please, please…” She wasn’t even aware of the words that slid from between her lips and then finally, he was moving over her, his weight settling in between her thighs and it felt like heaven. It felt like exactly what she needed, even though she still wasn’t sure why.
                  “Abigail, are you…Are you ready, sweetheart? Ah, this might hurt a little, and the last thing I want to do is–.”
                  “Now, Aryen. I need you now.” Abigail pulled him close, pressing her hips upward and his hard length slid at her entrance. He groaned, trying to take it slow for her pleasure she knew, but she couldn’t wait any longer. She needed to know what was waiting for her on the other side of that