Page 75 of Fire in his Highland Heart

When she was finished applying the poultice, she kissed the tip of his nose, and instructed him to rest. He blushed at the interaction and cleared his throat as she rose to take the poultice back to the sideboard.

“I um. I did want tae ask ye somethin’ as well,” he said, a bit nervously.

“Oh, aye?”

“Arguen, come here. I need yer full attention for this,” he pleaded.

She had a feeling she knew what was about to happen, but she tried to calm her nerves nonetheless. She sat on the edge of the chaise and smoothed her skirts primly. If only her hands didn’t smell like onion now, she thought.

“What’s amiss?” she asked, knowing very well nothing was amiss anymore.

“Nothin’, nothin’ at all. I just...I want tae ask ye...an’ I’ve been thinkin’ about this for some time, since that night we supped taegether in the library after ye healed Mirellain. I…” he exhaled deeply, then knelt before the chaise and took her hand, “Och. Arguen, will ye do me the honor of becomin’ me wife?” he finally managed to say.

Now her brilliant eyes pricked with unshed tears of joy. “Aye, Blake! Of course I will! Ye make me so happy,” she cried, beaming.

He smiled a smile so large he nearly split his face in two, as he got up from his knee and rejoined her on the chaise. “I dinnae have a ring tae give ye, but soon I will, I promise.”

“Blake, it matters not. All I need is ye,” she said. Arguen placed both her hands on his shoulders and kissed him deeply. The onion scent was still there, and a bit got on her face, but in that moment, she could not have cared less. She was going to marry the love of her life, and everything was right.

“I’ll always be here for ye,” he murmured, as he brought his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her close to kiss her. Her hands clung to his shoulders as she deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and letting her tongue glide lightly against his bottom lip. He smiled through the kiss, pleased with himself that this whole situation had rendered her like this. The only thing distracting him was the poultice on his face, and he had to break away for a moment. “Can I...Can I wipe this off first?” he asked, a little embarrassed.

Arguen’s eyes widened in amusement. “Oh, aye. I’d nearly forgotten,” she said, as she dug around in her side pocket, and handed him a clean, unused handkerchief.

He wiped off the poultice gently, and put the used kerchief on the side table. “Now, where were we?” he murmured, starting again, kissing her cheeks.

His hand left the back of her neck, traveling down to the ties of her bodice. His lips found their way to her neck. “Can I…” he fumbled with the ties, and she nodded as his lips found a place on her neck. The bodice loosened enough for him to reach in and knead one of her soft breasts.

“Ye’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her neck as he palmed her breast.

She hummed in response, gently taking her fingernails up and down his back. His mouth traveled from her neck down to her collarbone, sucking and leaving hot, open mouthed kisses along it. When he was satisfied with the marks he’d made there, he took a moment to rest his head against her breasts. He pressed his face between them, nuzzling. His scruff tickled, and she giggled at the sensation.

“Ye have…” he punctuated his sentence with more hot, open mouthed kisses against her breasts, “the most perfect bosom in the world.”

She laughed softly and stroked his hair as he continued to nuzzle his face between them again. “Nay, I think ye’re just in love wi’ me.”

“Aye, there’s not a doubt about that.” He grinned and, without warning, moved off the chaise, kneeling before her.

“I love this body,” he murmured against her knee, still covered by the petticoat.

“Why?” she asked, genuinely curious to hear his answer.

Blake smiled softly, his head still leaning against her knee. “Because I love the woman inside it.”

Arguen blushed and bit her bottom lip, unsure of how to respond. Blake’s fingertips ran up her stocking clad calves to rest on her bare knees. Soon after, his lips followed, and Arguen exhaled sharply, her hands gripping the upholstery of the chaise tightly.

Blake’s lips left feather light kisses up the insides of Arguen’s legs, his hands pushing up the woolen petticoats as he went. His kisses increased in intensity, and he grazed Arguen’s inner thighs with his lips. This elicited a little moan from her, and Blake hummed against her thigh as if to quiet her down. Unfortunately, it had the adverse effect, as his humming caused such a nice vibrating sensation, so close to the center of her…

Blake pushed Arguen’s skirts up to her hips, brushing his thumb ever so lightly against the patch of curly silver hair between her legs.

He popped two fingers in his mouth to moisten them, then slowly inserted them inside her. She gasped and arched her back against the sofa, and he chuckled. “I love the way this feels. So slick and tight around my fingers,” he murmured. He moved his fingers in a come hither motion ever so slowly, eliciting another gasp from Arguen. “But ye ken what I like most?” he asked. She couldn’t verbalize a response, so he smirked. He pulled out his fingers slowly and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the chaise and threw her legs over his shoulders. “I love the way ye taste.”

With that, he licked his way up her slick folds. She heaved a deep gasp and gripped the chaise cushion hard. He chuckled against her. “So sweet, an’ all for me.”

She was extremely wet, and she could tell Blake was genuinely enjoying this. He moaned against the center of her before teasing her clit with his tongue in fast little movements.

“Blake...Och, Blake, my stars...feels so good,” she said breathlessly, her hips whirling. He continued his antics for another minute before opening his mouth wide and covering her entire sex, licking with broad strokes and moving his head side to side, trying to feel, taste, touch, and smell all of her at once. The sensation was almost too much for her to bear, and she had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from crying aloud in pleasure. It would not do to have the whole castle hear.

“Oh dear God, Blake,” she moaned. Her unpinned hand went to the back of his head, her fist winding itself in his dark hair, encouraging him to continue. The coil that had been tightening in her lower belly snapped, and in a matter of moments, her legs tightened even more around his head as she murmured his name and a slew of profanities as her orgasm washed over her.