Page 88 of The Laird’s Wrong Wife

“Aye.”

He lifted one knee and waited while she lifted the other. The position exposed her fully to him. He looked between her thighs, then raised his gaze to her face.

“Please.”

He settled on his knees on the floor at the edge of the bed. His hands slid beneath her thighs, supporting their weight as he lowered his mouth to her sex.

The first touch of his tongue made her breath catch. He licked from her entrance to her bud, then repeated the stroke with firmer pressure. Her thighs trembled around his shoulders.

He parted her with his thumbs, and cool air kissed her wet flesh before his mouth closed over her. He drew gently on her swollen bud, and her hips lifted off the bed, a sharp sound escaping her. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

Oscar stopped and looked up. “Did I hurt ye?”

“Nay.”

“Then let me hear ye.”

He bent again, and his tongue circled her slowly, pausing whenever her body tightened so he could repeat the motion. Ceana watched the dark crown of his head between her thighs until the sight became too much. Her eyes closed, and her hand returned to his hair.

“Again,” she whispered.

Oscar drew her sensitive bud between his lips while the tip of his tongue pressed against it. The pleasure forced her legs wider. When her hips jerked, his hand closed around one of them to steady her.

She suddenly tensed. Oscar released her and lifted his head at once, his chest heaving against the edge of the mattress.

“Where?”

“Yer hand.” She swallowed and placed her palm over his fingers. “Keep it open. Daenae grip me there.”

His fingers spread beneath hers. “All right.”

“Continue.”

He remained still.

Ceana stroked his hair back from his brow. “I want ye to continue, Oscar.”

He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh before returning his mouth to her. This time, his palm rested open on her hip. Every part of her remained free to move. His tongue found the same rhythm, and she guided him with small tugs on his hair.

“There,” she moaned. “Keep doin’ that.”

Oscar obeyed. He licked her sensitive bud with short, steady strokes before taking it between his lips. Her lower belly clenched, and her toes curled into the bedding. He made a low sound against her, and the vibrations tore through her like nothing she had ever felt before.

She was close. She could feel it.

Soon enough, she arched as far as her ribs allowed. Pleasure tightened through her until her whole body shook around his mouth. She cried out and pressed her palm against the mattress, unable to grasp anything without hurting her wrist.

Oscar kept the same rhythm through every hard pulse. When she grew too sensitive, she tugged at his hair.

“Enough.”

He stopped immediately.

Her legs trembled as he kissed the damp skin above her knee. He rested his cheek against her inner thigh and looked up at her, his mouth slick with her release.

Ceana struggled to draw an even breath. “Do ye believe me now?”

Oscar slid his open palm to her belly. He watched it rise and fall beneath his hand. “Aye,” he said. “I believe ye.”