“I think I’ve got an idea on what may work,” the words rumbled deep in his chest, as he broke their kiss for a moment before dipping his head back down to continue kissing her.
Vivien drank him in, his tongue swirling around hers, her hands fisted in his hair as she moaned against his mouth. She pulled herself more upright, turning her body so that she was facing Kieran, her legs straddling his hips.
She could feel his erection growing beneath her, the bulge pushing against her inner thighs. Vivien ground her hips against him, eliciting a deep groan from Kieran as his hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into her skin slightly. It was both painful and erotic at the same time.
Vivien fisted her hands in his hair as she continued to grind against him, feeling herself growing slick with her own need and desire to feel him inside her. Kieran pulled away, moving his mouth to her neck, where he licked and nipped and kissed his way down from behind her ear to the base of her throat. He licked the gentle indentation where Vivien’s throat met her breastbone, bringing his one hand to cup her breast while the other supported her back, pushing her against him.
Kieran did not waste time pulling her lace bodice away from her breasts this time. He took her already pert nipple into his mouth, suckling at it, gently grazing it with his teeth. His tongue played with the puckered flesh, drifting in and around the nipple and the indentation inside it. He massaged her other breast with his free hand, his fingers stroking her nipple to its maximum tautness. Vivien could not contain the gasps of pleasure as he teased both of her breasts simultaneously.
The warmth of his mouth over her nipple all but drove her to distraction, that feeling of heat unfurling like smoke between her thighs.
Vivien could not control her body as she pushed her chest closer to Kieran, deeper into his mouth and harder against his palm.
“Shhh,” he murmured against her, “We dinnae need tae rush.”
All Vivien could do was moan; she ached and throbbed with the desire she felt for him. She was dripping with the passion her entire being was feeling. As payback, she ground her hips against his groin, harder and faster than she had before.
“Mmmm, ye are in a rush, Sassenach.” Kieran chuckled.
“No, I just need you,” she whispered, breathless with the need that was raging through her.
“Ye will have me soon enough,” he replied as he stood up, cradling Vivien in his arms, his hands cradling her under her buttocks. He walked over to the large, wooden-framed bed against the wall opposite the hearth and lay her down gently on the covers.
Kieran pulled his plain tunic off over his head, exposing his muscular chest and trim abdomen. Vivien’s pulse started racing as she watched him, the firelight flickering across his flesh, setting it alight with golden light.
He was magnificent in his wild, powerful, masculine way. If Vivien had half a mind to do so, she would have swooned from the pure longing she felt for him.
Kieran discarded his breeches quickly, his entire body on display for her to see.
Vivien inhaled sharply, drinking in every inch of the man who stood in front of her. He was, she thought, the singular most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He stood confidently, his erection now completely on display. She licked her lips, and her eyes were drawn to it. She had never seen a man completely naked before their first night together; Vivien knew she never wanted to see another – Kieran was perfection and all she could want in every way possible.
Vivien began to untie the ribbons of her simple corset, her fingers shaking in anticipation and excitement. Kieran stilled her hands with his, having climbed onto the bed, angling himself behind her so that he could easily reach the silk ribbons. He laid his hands on her shoulders, pushing her hair away to one side, and kissed the dip where her shoulder and neck met, massaging her shoulders lightly as he trailed soft kisses down the back of her neck, over her shoulder blade and down her arm.
Kieran made quick work of undoing the ribbons binding the corset onto Vivien’s body, his fingers deft and quick. When he was done, he tossed it to the side of the room and cupped both of her full breasts in his hands.
Vivien cradled her head against Kieran’s shoulder, allowing him easier access to her chest. He toyed with her nipples again, using the pads of his thumbs to circle around them, teasing them until they stood pert and hard against his fingers.
A slight shift behind her, and Kieran was working to remove her riding skirt. Vivien lay down on her back, allowing him an easier way to remove her clothing.
She lay there, completely bared to him, as vulnerable as the day she was born.
Kieran studied her body, his eyes devouring her as he went, following the natural curves and planes of her body. His breathing was ragged, coming in sharp and short bursts, becoming shallower the further down her body his gaze traveled.
Vivien wondered if she should feel ashamed for lying wantonly naked in front of a man she was not married to.
She very quickly dismissed that thought, her eyes locked on Kieran’s; they blazed with the same fire that was pulsing between her thighs and through the blood in her veins.
Before Vivien could even react, Kieran had grasped her around each of her ankles, pulling her towards the edge of the bed, where he knelt with his face between her thighs.
Vivien’s confusion very swiftly changed to a feeling of blissful euphoria.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Vivien shuddered in expectation as Kieran lightly licked her slick folds, a thrilling pulse of flames licking up into Vivien’s core with each touch of his tongue against her skin. He lapped gently at her wetness; all Vivien could do was moan and grab onto his forearms where they rested on the bed. Her orgasm was already building, and he had barely touched her. Vivien wondered if that was a normal thing to experience; she had never felt anything remotely similar to this with Reginald in all of his attempts at consummating their marriage.
Kieran drew her nub into his mouth, suckling against it, creating a warm pressure around it. He delved the tip of his tongue into it, flicking his tongue side to side, adding coal to the flames that were already blazing brightly in Vivien’s body. The ecstasy was too much for her to bear; she whimpered in pleasure as her body shivered slightly with the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her.
Kieran alternated between licking circles around her wetness and suckling on her, his teeth lightly grazing her as he changed his positions. Vivien knew she was not far from completion; she could not fight the growing fire within her, her sex throbbing and pulsating with the stimulation and divine sensations that Kieran’s tongue was providing.
