Page 65 of In Bed with her Highland Foe

What if I had said something sooner and she had rejected me?

He pulled her chemise aside, revealing one of her breasts. Kissing his way down to her curves, he felt her shudder with pleasure, then took her areole in his mouth and sucked playfully. She arched her back up into him, moaning his name.

“Stay quiet,” he whispered between kisses. “I willnae be disturbed by Aaden or another of the soldiers.” She nodded, before he returned his lips to her breasts again, pulling aside her chemise so he could give the other breast his attention now. She arched once again, her moan this time quieter, but somehow breathier and even more intoxicating to his mind than before.

“Ye dinnae ken how I have wanted this,” she moaned, trying to stifle her sounds by gripping onto the bedsheet beside her. He was now gathering the skirt of her chemise around her waist, revealing her legs that he explored with his large hands. “How I have wanted ye.”

“Say it again,” he begged, moving his lips down to her legs. He kissed up her thigh then drew it to the side, opening her legs, with her center still hidden by the hem of her chemise. She gasped at the sudden movement. “Say it again, Kyven.” He moved his lips up the inside of her thigh.

“I want ye,” she whispered. “Ye have nay idea how much.”

He shuddered with pleasure at her words, watching as her hands tangled in the bedsheets as he moved his lips closer and closer to her center.

“As ye wish,” he said the words he’d said so many times before, intending to give her everything she asked for, and moved his lips to her core.

Kyven felt the pleasure shoot up from between her legs and into her abdomen. Her hands writhed in the bedsheets above her head as she stared down at what Gilchrist was doing to her.

Her mind could barely make sense of what had happened, how they’d gone from arguing at one another, snapping, to him kissing her and plastering her to the bed. This animalistic side of Gilchrist was pleasing her all the more. To know he could desire her like this, that perhaps he always had, was the culmination of all of her dreams.

He ran his tongue along her opening, paying attention to a nub of nerves outside of her. The firmness of his tongue and yet the slow and purposeful effort that went into each stroke had her shivering.

She moaned repeatedly. Then he stood by the bed, grabbed her hips, hooking his hands under her rear, and dragged her to the edge of the bed. She squealed in surprise, before he kissed her core again, this time going straight to her opening and plunging his tongue inside of her.

She clamped a hand over her own mouth, trying not to cry out his name at the pleasure he was introducing her to. She now understood what he had meant the other night in the library, when he had talked of a man bringing a woman pleasure with his tongue alone. He set up a rhythm, exploring her constantly, as one of his hands shifted from her rear. He held her thigh out as wide as possible, giving him greater access to explore her.

She stuffed the bedsheet around her head into her mouth, stifling the sounds she wished to make as she lifted herself up on her elbows to watch him.

It was growing, that pleasurable sensation deep within her gut. It was so fast that she could not stop it. She fell back on the bed again, gritting her teeth around the sheet as she felt the sensation spreading. Then everything changed.

She imagined it was rather like being struck by lightning after listening to growing thunder. The eruption of pleasure inside of her made her toes curl and her back arch off the bed. As she muffled her moans, Gilchrist didn’t stop. He rode her through the waves of pleasure, until she was a mess.

Not knowing what else to do, she reached down toward him, needing to have him closer. She took his shoulder and he seemed to understand it was a cue. He clambered his way up her body, kneeling between her legs, pressing his clothed length to her bare core as he met her lips. She could taste herself on him, but it only aroused her all the more.

She felt she was willing do to anything with him in that moment, just as long as they didn’t stop exploring one another.

“Michael,” she whispered his Christian name between their kisses. He shuddered, pulling back a little, his eyes hooded in the darkness. She could just about see the desire in those blue eyes as he stared at her, his hands on either side of her body. “Show me everything,” she pleaded.

“Ye want it?” he whispered, moving his lips to her neck and up near her ear. “Tell me what ye want,” he pleaded, a huskiness in his tone. The way he moved his body over hers made her reach up, clawing at him, desperate for more of this sensation. “Tell me,” he pleaded again, his voice commanding.

She didn’t quell under that strong tone. On the contrary, the dominating feeling made her tremble with longing for him. A rush of wetness escaped her, her core very sensitive indeed, longing for his touch again.

“I want ye,” she begged between breathy gasps. “I want ye tae make love tae me.”

He groaned under his breath, then suddenly knelt up.

“Nay…” She clawed up at him, wanting him to press his body to hers again, but he winked, reassuring her, then reached for the hem of her chemise. She understood and sat up with him, allowing him to peel the chemise off her now sweat-coated body. Any embarrassment she had felt as she debated covering her breasts with her arms abated when she saw him looking at her. “How long…?” she whispered. “How long have ye wanted me?”

“Years,” he answered sharply.

Such a wave of happiness rocked through her at his confession that when he took her waist, playfully pushing her back down on the bed, she smiled up at him, wanting him to dominate her in such a way. Here, she felt safe, his strong arms and strength an excitement she could not dull.

He reached down to his trews and unfastened them, pushing them down his hips.

She gasped at the sight of his length, once more thinking how on earth he was supposed to fit when he was so big. He was long, and rather wider than she was expecting, but before she could look at him anymore, he leaned over her, taking her legs and bracing them around his hips. She planted her hands onto his muscled stomach, readying her body as she felt him nudge her entrance, then he halted, the two of them perfectly still, staring at one another in the moonlight, breathless.

“Say ye want me,” he ordered again, his voice even huskier than before.

“I want ye,” she said, firmly. “Please. Please!” she begged a little louder the second time, then he thrust himself inside of her in one swift movement.