Page 105 of Highlander’s Burning Touch

Suddenly, she did not think she could contain herself. Leaping forwards, she almost scratched at Niven in her desire.

“Easy now, yon strumpet,” said Niven. He was still grinning but managed to do a good job of repelling her. “I told ye, I dinnae do anything until I heard ye beg…”

He pressed himself closer to her, revealing his naked torso. Deva felt herself get hot and cold. She did not know when he had removed his léine, but all she knew was it had definitely gone.

Reaching out to run her hand across his, Niven grasped her tightly.

“Yer nae listening, wench,” he said sternly. For a second, he looked so intense she thought he would burst. Beneath the amused glint in his eyes, he looked for all the worlds like he was keeping her at bay.

“Yer nae listening,” he continued, stroking her hair softly, “Ye have to beg to be my bride…Ye an’ me uncle might have stitched me up with this surprise wedding, but yer still have to ask to be allowed to sleep here…”

The smile he gave charmed the side of his mouth, arching up into a delightful smirk. Deva could see he was enjoying this. But then, so was she.

With a hot surge going around her inside, she feigned meekness.

“My lord, I do humbly beseech ye,” she began, casting her head down and allowing the crisp red curls to tumble down.

“Better,” said Niven, with a smile. He seemed to be enjoying the look of her there, lying beneath him, still bound up tight in her wedding gown.

Deva was offering herself to him like she was prey. But of a delicious sort.

“Sir, will ye humbly take me into yer bed, please,” she said, reaching up at him with her hand. Softly, she caressed his naked contours. The top half of Niven’s chest peaked impressively from the bedsheets, teasing her with its suppleness. But as she pressed her hand against his, he slapped her chidingly.

“Dinnae touch,” he said. Then he leaned down and kissed her surreptitiously on the neck. An instant canon went off in Deva, launching into her with an exquisite thrill. She needed him so much, but Niven just grinned.

“That’s down to me,” he said, leaning in and hungrily stealing kisses. He kissed her lips, her cheek, the nape of her neck. He ran his tongue up and down her spine and every curve on the way down. Then, he lay her on her back.

Deva shivered in bliss. This was all too much.

“Nae,” said Niven, steadying her hand as she prepared to tug him. Instead, he lowered the sheets, slowly and revealingly.

Inch by inch, he unfurled his torso, his rippling bulges glinting in the afternoon light. Under his grip, Deva relented to her desire.

“Ah,” murmured Niven. Deva could see he was aching to go further. Slowly, he slid his finger inside her.

“There,” he said teasingly. His eyes met hers, by turn coy and demanding. “Now, what do ye say?”

His eyes sparkled so wickedly that Deva thought she would explode there and then.

“I say, I beg thee, my lord, my husband…!”

Laughing, Niven kissed her cheek, then removed his finger. “I thought ye’d never ask,” he said.

It was all the incitement she needed, and now full of ardor, she pushed him back, burying herself into his flesh. Now they were not just kissing. They were clenched together in an iron embrace that gripped them so tightly it almost squeezed the life out of her.

Panting hard, Deva pushed her way the silken sheen of his touch.

“Make love to me,” she begged. Niven smiled but did not retaliate. She had only withdrawn a little way; her hands were still on his lap, holding him tight. But inside, her heart was beating hard.

Then, there, side by side, the pair examined each other, letting their curiosity run riot. Deva’s fingers caressed his shoulders. The silkiness of his skin tingled against hers, and Deva ached to feel it. But only his top half was unclothed.

This was something that would never do. Deva’s fingers dug down through his plaid and reached below his torso. She sighed, melting into his aroma. Now she was close enough to taste him, his scent running through her. Grabbing the side of her arm, Niven brought her close.

Then, his fingers danced skittishly across her skin, starting at the nape of her neck, and thrilling her with his touch. Whoosh, Deva felt a jet of pleasure as his finger tingled down her spine.

“Please,” she begged, staring into the twinkling of his eyes. Niven grinned. The sweetness of his touch electrified her skin.

“Alright,” he said. Deva stopped laughing and became drawn into his hypnotic gaze. His stare was doing unspeakable things to her.