His lips met hers once more, deeper and slower this time as his tongue snaked in and out of her mouth. He gently worked his fingers around her back and began to undo the laces of her dress until he was able to slide the garment down her shoulders.
She shifted for him, allowing him to pull the fabric all the way down until she was left in her corset and undergarments.
He looked down at her in awe as she reached behind her back and undid her corset, allowing him to remove it along with the final slip of fabric.
Her breasts glinted in the light from the flames of the fireplace. He could feel himself getting uncontrollably aroused by her beauty. He massaged his way from her shoulders down the sides of her body as he kissed his way from her neck, over her breasts, and gently sucking her nipples, carefully wrapping his tongue around each one.
Eleanor moaned a little louder, making him smile as he noticed her reaction.
He continued to kiss and lick her nipples as he gently ran his fingers over either side of her naked body. Callum’s heart skipped a beat as he glanced down at her naked form; her legs were spread on either side of him as he sat bent over before her.
“Lass…” he whispered, “Ye are so beautiful.” Giving her ear a gentle nibble, he made her whimper with pleasure.
“Daenae, stop,” she breathed.
Callum smiled and obliged. He continued to caress her with his fingertips and kiss his way down to her center. Gently squeezing her nipples with his fingers as he worked his tongue gently through her folds.
Her breaths became quicker, and her moans became louder, as his tongue darted in and out of her. With one hand, he caressed his way down to her core, and with one finger, gently rolled it between her folds until he found her sweet spot as he persisted to search her with his tongue.
Eleanor’s voice got progressively louder and her breaths progressively deeper as Callum continued to work his magic.
Her reaction stoked the fires of his passion ever more, and suddenly the thunder and storm were nothing but a distant sound drowning out in the background of the unforgettable memory they were busy making.
Callum picked up the pace of his tongue and fingers to the rhythm of his heartbeat that was racing with desire. Suddenly, her breath paused, her eyes widened, and she dug her fingernails into his arms.
“Callum!” She screamed as her pleasure overflowed from deep within her, making her legs shake and tremble.
Callum lay next to her for a moment, and she recomposed herself. He turned to her and smiled. “Ye seemed to really enjoy yerself?”
“I… I have never felt anythin’ like it before…” Her words were utterly breathless as she looked into his eyes.
“Aye, but we are nae done, lass,” he gipped her hand and gently moved it to his chest, guiding her down.
The tips of her fingers caressed a path down his chest and abdomen as uncertainty swam in her eyes. She did not know what she was doing, but she certainly was willing to allow him to teach her.
He guided her hand all the way down as a moan escaped his throat.
Her fingers wrapped around his throbbing member, giving him pleasure that almost sent him over the edge. She gently worked him back and forth under his guidance, driving him wild as he imagined what it would be like to be inside of her.
The storm raged on outside the cabin, and soon enough, Callum reached his peak, crying out into the night as lightning lit up the sky.
They lay side by side, utterly peaceful in each other’s company, unaware of what the following day would bring.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The ride back to Castle Fraser was far quieter than the journey there. Eleanor barely noticed the passing landscape as she thought of the night before. They had not said much to each other, and the encounter had left her wondering where they now stood in their arrangement. She had wanted him to touch her; there was no denying that. She had enjoyed it as much as she had imagined she would.
But what does it mean now?
Her eyes glanced over the thick muscles of his back as he rode ahead of her. They had come to find Andrew, but had left with more than she had bargained for, along with the defeat of not finding him. The disappointment sat heavily upon her chest. The ruins had been empty with no sign or trace of Andrew.
Ahead of her, Callum remained unusually silent. His jaw had been clenched for most of the journey, and she could tell his thoughts were working furiously behind his calm exterior. Washe thinking of the same things that she was, or were his thoughts elsewhere?
By the time the castle came into view, the sky had darkened with gathering clouds once again. It had only let up in the morning, long enough for them to dare ride back.
The moment they rode into the courtyard, one of the servants hurried toward them. “Me Laird!”
Callum swung down from his horse without hesitation. “What is it?”
