Page 46 of Fire in his Highland Heart

Chapter Sixteen

Blake’s chamber was not far from the library. Everything dear to him seemed to be on this floor of the castle—his study, the library, Mirellain’s room, the gardens, and his own chamber.

The room seemed standard for a laird of the castle, with a large four-poster bed with curtains for drawing, a fine hearth, and plush rugs, but Arguen didn’t pay attention to any of that. All she could see, hear, feel, touch, taste, and smell was Blake. Once inside the safety of his bedchamber, he kissed her deeply, his mouth and hands roaming her body, or what they could get of it, since she was still clothed.

“Are ye—ye’re a’right wi’ this? Wi’ me?” he asked, pulling away from her for a moment and looking down at her with concern. His eyes were so soft, but also amorous. A pleasant chill ran up her spine.

“Aye, Blake. There’s no one else for me,” she answered.

That was all he needed. They kissed passionately as each began to undress the other. There was no hurry, no sense of urgency, just tenderness. Before long, they were standing there on the rug beside the bed, Arguen in her shift, her silver hair loosed from its pins, and Blake in his shirt.

“Are ye...do ye...mind that I havenae...done this ‘afore?” Arguen asked. She knew she wanted him—she knew what desire felt like, after all. She was a healer, not a nun. But Blake had been married and had a child before. Surely...he knew things, much more than she did.

“’Tis no bother tae me. An’ if ye dinnae want this, I--”

She cut him off with a kiss. “No, I do. I really do.”

With that, he scooped her up and laid her gently on the bed, as if she were made of glass and he were afraid to break her.

“Ye’re absolutely gorgeous,” he breathed, positioning himself over her. His hands brushed her hair away from her face, and he kissed her deeply again, like she was the ocean and he was desperate to drown. His lips drifted down from her lips to her neck, where he nuzzled and kissed and traced little designs with his tongue.

“Arguen,” he whispered against her skin as she sighed with pleasure, “Ye have no idea how much I love ye,” he kissed her neck, “how much I need ye,” and kissed the top of one breast, “how much I want tae make ye undone,” kissed the top of the other breast. She could only sigh in pleasure as his teeth gently grazed her nipple through the muslin.

He took a moment to gaze at her. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted, waiting for what he would do next. He traced a fingertip along the edge of her shift, looking lustfully at her heaving bosom. He grinned and had her sit up. She lifted her arms, so he could raise her shift over her head. The white muslin was tossed aside unceremoniously, but that was worth it for the way Blake looked at her. He sucked in a breath as he gazed upon her bare breasts. They were far more wonderful than he had ever imagined—and he’d done a lot of imagining lately. Full and round, with pert pink nipples like candies, they were absolutely perfect. His jaw hung open at the sight, and he felt rather ashamed. He wasn’t some schoolboy, seeing a pair of breasts for the first time, but for some reason, seeing Arguen’s had quite the effect on him.

“Mmm, these are bonnie, aren’t they?” he said, reaching out and fondling them. He let out another breath when he felt their softness. Fondling quickly turned to kneading, and Arguen giggled.

“I think ye’re just sayin’ that,” she said.

“Do ye now? Then I’ll have to change yer mind.” And with those words, his mouth descended over a nipple.

Arguen yelped in surprise, but the yelps quickly turned to sighs of pleasure. Blake’s tongue whirled around the pink peak, as one hand massaged the other breast. He closed his lips, suckling at it as a babe might do. When he was finished with that, he lightly grazed it with his teeth. She giggled at the sensation, her hips involuntarily grinding under his. When her torso brushed his hardening cock, he groaned. Sensing the effect she had on him, she giggled and continued moving her hips. Blake reached underneath himself and pressed a palm to her lower stomach, urging her to stop her antics.

“Not now, my love. This is all for ye.”

It was a struggle for Arguen to keep her hips still, but completely worth it, as Blake lavished his attention on her breasts. He licked, sucked, bit, massaged, and nuzzled them. When he finished there, his lips traveled down and across her stomach. After that lovely little detour, his eyes darkened with even more lust, and he shifted so that he moved her legs and settled his head and shoulders between them. He kissed her left leg, from her ankles up to her knees, and did the same thing on the right. He alternated kisses on her thighs. Her skin was burning with desire, and with every kiss, Arguen felt the tension coil between her legs. She watched silently as he kissed her inner thighs. She’d heard some of the other girls talk about it in their kitchen gossip. They made it sound like it was the most glorious thing ever. She was a bit self-conscious, wondering if it was a pleasant area to kiss.

Apparently, it was. He kissed her on her mons venus. Arguen’s breath audibly hitched in her throat, and Blake looked up and grinned at her. Before moving on, Blake removed his shirt, revealing a thick, muscular figure, broad shoulders, and a chiseled chest of dark hair.

And suddenly, there he was, at her center. He licked a long strip between her slick folds, causing her to gasp. Her wrists pushed into the bed around her, unsure of what to grab on to. Her gasps turned into breathy pants as Blake’s tongue lapped at her wetness. The only sounds in the room were the crackling of the fire and the unholy noises the two of them were making. She cried out when his mouth sucked at her clit. Her hips writhed beneath him, desperate for more of his touch. Blake reached around her thigh and pressed his palm against her lower belly. “Keep still,” he murmured against her.

“Oh, Jesus,” she exclaimed breathlessly, as his tongue entered her. Blake would have grinned if his mouth were not otherwise occupied. Never had he been with a woman quite so reactive to his touch, and he was enjoying every minute of this. She was so warm, and wet as a fountain…he could have lapped up her wetness for hours.

Blake’s hand reached for her breast, where he pinched and twisted at her nipple. Her eyes were closed, and it was becoming increasingly hard not to move her hips. Shortly, Blake replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, swirling them around inside of her. His mouth descended on her clit again, and her legs began to shake. She was very, very close. The coil of tension that had built up in her belly was reaching its height, and when Blake curled his fingers in a “come hither” motion inside of her, she was ready. She mewed and whimpered like a kitten, and suddenly, the coil snapped, and all the tension was released in one go. Pleasure rolled in waves over her body, and she cried out in her climax. Satisfied with his doings, Blake withdrew his fingers. His tongue lapped at her again, and his hands rubbed her thighs as if to calm her down. When he was finished, he kissed his way up to her stomach and back to her lips.

“Did ye like it, my love?” he asked, his eyes earnest.

Arguen was breathless, and it took her a few moments to answer.

“I…Blake, that was…. incredible,” she said.

He looked rather pleased with himself after hearing her words.

“Braw. I’ve been wanting tae do that for a while,” he admitted, positioning himself over her again. She spread her legs a little, and whirled her hips so that she brushed against his cock. Which, she was surprised to find, was quite hard, and felt much larger than anything she’d expected (not that...she had been expecting little, or anything...) Blake grunted at every little brush. “Yer a vixen, ye ken?” he said, settling down on her so that his chest was pressed flush against her breasts.

“Ye say that like it’s a bad thing.” Her hand drifted down his side, and disappeared between them as she massaged his manhood with her delicate hand. He groaned into her neck, his hand involuntarily grasping at a breast.

“Ye naughty, wee lass,” he remarked before removing her hands. For a few moments, there was much kissing and cosseting and giggling, until Arguen was feeling rather bold. She grasped his length, stroking him and occasionally giving him a tug or a squeeze. Her hips bucked in anticipation, that little patch of hair between her legs brushing against him.