Page 38 of In Bed with a Highland Liar

“Come here,” Aaden said, sounding as breathless as Lilith felt. When his fingers exited her, she all but whined in disappointment, but then Aaden was pulling her up before she could complain, higher and higher on the bed until her knees bracketed his face. Curious, she looked down at him, but had no time to question him before he craned his neck and licked a strip up her folds, all the way to that sensitive spot above.

Lilith almost crumbled on top of him at the sudden pleasure that coursed through her. The heated, wet slide of his tongue punched the air out of her lungs and her hands flew to the headboard just so that she had something to hold onto as Aaden pulled her hips closer to him, laying his head comfortably on the pillow before he continued pleasuring her. It was unlike anything Lilith could have ever imagined, the touch so soft and teasing that each swipe of his tongue drove her mad with need.

When he flattened his tongue against that sensitive nub and sucked, Lilith couldn’t hold back the scream that tore itself from her lungs. One of her hands reached for him, fingers threading through his hair, and Aaden moaned softly at the gentle tug she gave the strands.

With every drag of his tongue, Aaden brought her one step closer to her climax, the sensations almost overwhelming as he worked her expertly, quickly learning all the places where she was most sensitive. Lilith’s pleasure crested like a wave, heat coiling in her core, that pressure growing and growing until she couldn’t take it anymore.

With a shout of his name, she reached her peak, thighs trembling and knuckles turning white as she gripped the headboard tightly, doing her best to stay upright. Even then, Aaden didn’t stop, but instead continued his ministrations as her body was rocked by the aftershocks, only letting her go when she pushed at him, laughing.

Lilith looked at him and found him smiling softly, his hand coming up to push a few strands of her away from her face, tucking them behind her ear. She couldn’t help but return the smile, her hand cupping his cheek as she pressed their foreheads together.

Lying on top of him, it didn’t take Lilith long to realize that it was just like the previous time, when he had given her pleasure without demanding anything in return, but this time, she wouldn’t allow it.

“I want ye,” she said, her voice barely a whisper in his ear. “Take me.”

A flash of hesitation crossed Aaden’s features as he searched her face for any sign of uncertainty.

“Are ye sure?” he asked, and for the second time that night, Lilith nodded firmly.

“Stop askin’ me,” she said. “I’m sure. I want it.”

Nodding, Aaden reversed their positions so that Lilith was with her back on the mattress, and then he hovered over her, his gaze roaming all over her body. Her body heated at the sudden attention, a flush spreading over her skin, but when she tried to cover herself, Aaden pulled her hands away gently, shaking his head.

“Ye’re so bonnie,” he said as he let go of her and ran his hands down her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, before finally settling on her hips. “Ye have nae idea how much ye affect me, Lilith. Ye have nae idea what ye dae tae me.”

The awe in Aaden’s voice left Lilith speechless. She didn’t know what to say to that. She didn’t know how she could possibly watch him like this and listen to his words, and then insist that she felt nothing but lust for him. Despite her best efforts, her feelings for Aaden had taken root inside her and had grown without her realizing until that very moment, when she looked at him and saw nothing but adoration.

She stood no chance against her feelings. She was powerless, forced to toss all logic aside and return the affection she found in Aaden.

“Careful,” she said, her hand coming up to cradle his shoulder gently. She didn’t know how to show her care, how to speak pretty words like he had. All her comments so far had been thorny and sharp—there was nothing gentle about them. “Dinnae hurt yer shoulder.”

“Dinnae fash,” Aaden said with a smile. “Relax. I’ll take care o’ ye.”

As he spoke, he took himself in hand and guided his manhood to Lilith’s throbbing flesh. Slowly, he pushed inside and her walls parted around him, soft and pliant after her previous climax.

It was another new sensation for her, being stretched like this. Lilith’s breath was caught in her throat, the feeling of him inside her like this so different from the slide of his fingers. Like this, he reached deeper, filling Lilith up entirely, and she couldn’t help but moan at the thought that they were finally as close as they could ever be, their bodies melding into one.

The pleasure was overpowering, veiling everything else, even the slight moment of pain followed by discomfort that she initially felt. Aaden stopped to look at her, making sure she was okay, but she nudged him on, nodding. There was nothing in Lilith’s world but the slide of their bodies as Aaden rocked into her, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust. There was nothing but the warmth of his breath on her neck, the soft sounds that her body drew out of him, raw and full of need. She wanted to hear more of them, to stretch out this moment for as long as she could, to hold onto this feeling of completeness that had eluded her for her entire life.

Lilith wrapped her arms around Aaden, holding him close. His fingers dug into her hips as he held her in turn, his thrusts slow and measured, each one of them driving his length impossibly deep, until it dragged against a spot inside her that forced her eyes shut, stars exploding behind her lids. Though she had only just come apart on his tongue, Lilith felt that tell-tale pressure gathering again, building at the base of her spine and spreading over the rest of her body with every movement of his hips.

“So good fer me,” Aaden whispered, lips pressed against her temple. “So good fer me, mo ghraidh, I love how ye take me, like ye were made fer me. Dae ye feel how deep I am inside ye?”

His words drew another moan out of Lilith, spurring her on. Her need forced her to move her hips, meeting Aaden’s thrusts and taking him all the way to the hilt, arms tightening around him so that they were pressed flushed together.

“That’s it,” he said as she began to tremble, thighs locking around his hips. “Show me how much ye like it.”

Lilith didn’t need to be asked twice. After a few hard thrusts, she reached her peak once more with Aaden’s name on her lips. The pleasure was so intense, a sensation that seemed to blanket her entire body, that her vision went dark at the edges and there was nothing but that pleasant throb in her core, the rhythmic clenching of her entrance that served to force Aaden’s own climax out of him.

When Lilith came back to reality, Aaden had collapsed half on top of her, his head pillowed on her breasts, his chest heaving with every breath he took. Lilith was in no better state, feeling as though she had run for hours and only now had the chance to rest.

The two of them stayed like that for a few long moments, before Aaden laughed, breaking the spell. When he looked up at her, he was grinning from ear to ear, the sight of it so endearing that Lilith couldn’t help but press a kiss on his forehead.

Aaden shifted up the bed until the two of them were side by side, limbs tangled over the covers. He took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together, and brought it to his lips, mouthing softly at her knuckles as she chuckled at the gesture.

In the quiet of the room, where all she could hear were their soft breaths, it was easier to admit there was something there between them, something from which she couldn’t run anymore.

“I think… I think I may be fallin’ fer ye,” she said, her voice smaller than she would have liked, uncertain. She still didn’t know what all this would mean for them; for her. After an entire lifetime avoiding love, how could she simply change her mind like this?