Page 53 of Highlander’s Burning Touch

“Hush,” he said, soothing her down. “I just need to ken, do ye want this?”

He looked at her with wide opened eyes. Everything had been building up to this moment. But he knew enough to realize that Deva was inexperienced.

“Want this?” she said, looking at him like he was crazy. She pulled herself up from her position on the window seat. Outside, the snow was falling thickly, and it seemed more unlikely than ever that anyone would get here tonight.

All the same, the pair of them took a moment to look up at the window, as if to satisfy themselves that the coast was clear. Then, Deva turned to Niven.

“Och!” she called to him, her voice a little sharp. Niven looked up. She was wearing an expression he had never seen before. It was somewhere between pride and curiosity. Slowly, she slid her fingers down through her cleavage, revealing it all.

The last of the laces were removed, and finally, Deva was flung open, like a window, revealing herself to his gaze. Then, laughing, she cast her head back and brought out a bosom. Caressing her pliant white flesh, she smiled at him enticingly.

“Ye think I’m nae able to cope wi’ ye?” she asked, running her tongue along her perfect teeth. For the first time Niven had a chance to admire just how white they were. And straight, too.

“I think ye should be sure ye ken what yer getting into,” replied Niven. His eyes hinted at mischief, but his voice had a trace of sincerity. Although he had no desire to put her off in anyway, something inside him told him to be sure.

“Getting into, now?” she asked, opening her cat eyes in amusement. “Well, thank ye for the concern, but have ye ever considered that it might be ye getting into something that ye cannae handle?”

She smiled saucily, sending Niven all the invitation he ever needed. In an instant, he grinned, bringing his hand close up to her flesh.

“Cannae handle it?” he teased, running a finger down from her opened bodice to her belly button. The tip of her petticoats still obscured her navel from his view. This was something he set about to rectify.

“Cannae handle it?” he said again, a lopsided grin on his face. Inside, he throbbed uncontrollably. “Well, let’s see who cannae handle me!”

And without waiting for another word, he ran his hands all over her, delving down into the pockets of flesh tucked in between her breasts, and into the soft folds below her skirts.

“Mm,” moaned Deva, her eyes closing. Niven felt his heat intensify by about a thousand degrees. It was like someone had lit a fire inside him. He was helpless to resist.

Slowly, he brought his hands down inside her skirts. He still could not see beneath her clothes, but for now wasn’t bothered whether she was clothed or not. It was all he needed to touch her flesh. And not being able to see it all only added to the mystique.

Deva groaned; her head turned away as she writhed in pleasure. Niven, watching, hid a grin.

“Cannae handle it?” he smirked, again, but this time Deva only moaned and looked away. Smiling, Niven’s curious thumbs ventured south, below the line of her petticoats, caressing and cajoling her flesh.

“Are ye sure?” he teased, as Deva just murmured.

“Don’t ye dare stop now, Niven Macaulay,” she chided, and groped around for his hand as it made its way across her flesh.

Deva’s hand collided with his own, sending a warm gasp of air all over him. By now, the fire in the room had really got going, and the stifling atmosphere only added to his heat.

Then, she opened her eyes, wide; her piercing blue gaze melting him with its intensity. Without speaking, she grabbed his hand and led it down, rummaging through her petticoats and encouraging him to stroke the inside of her thigh.

By now Niven’s heart was thundering in his ribcage. Every inch of him trembled in anticipation of her touch. Softly, he caressed the silken white flesh of her interior.

It felt so sweet, he could almost taste her juices. As Deva laid back and sighed, Niven continued to cajole and tickle the flesh between her legs.

With nothing more than sighs to give, Deva laid back and closed her eyes in defiant bliss, as Niven caressed slowly, gently, and rhythmically down her inner thigh.

As he approached her pussy, Niven felt himself prickle up. Immediately, he heated up.

Just the thought of touching her put him in a spin. Panicking, he wondered did she really want this? But one look was enough to convince him.

“Come on,” she murmured, impatiently.

Slowly, but surely, Niven stroked the inside of her flesh. He didn’t know what this was doing to her, but it was driving him crazy. Passion ripped through him, sending his curious hands all through her, in a frenzy of lust.

Then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it, he pressed his lips to hers and delivered a long, hard kiss. His hand still inside of her thighs, he caressed and stroked until he could take no more. Niven pulled himself down, kissing her to the base of her spine, until his hands met up with his mouth.

“Now what?” she murmured, as he hovered above her. The look of her just laid back like that, not a care in the world, did things to him. Instantly, he burst into a sweat.