Page 38 of Savage Kilted Highlander

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Constance lay in Bane’s arms as he kissed her, their breaths mingling into one. She closed her eyes as their lips collided, savouring the taste of him, Slowly, delicately, they explored each other’s lips and mouths, their tongues entwining with an eroticism she had no idea she possessed and would once have thought sinful. Now she had no such thoughts.

Bane’s arms held her waist, pressing her against him, and she was startled to feel the hardness in the front of his trews pressing against her, not understanding what it meant. However, that did not trouble her, because the feel of him spurred her on in her own passion. She cleaved to him, pressing her hips and breasts against him as their kisses deepened, emboldened by his evident hunger for her. He made her feel beautiful, desirable, and she wanted to give him everything and take everything he had to give.

Sliding her hands over his chest, she shivered to feel the soft, springy dark hair covering it. She became more daring,

“I wantae see more of you, Bane,” she whispered, reaching down and tugging at his waistband.

“I think that can be arranged,” he replied, deftly undoing the fastenings of his trews with a wolfish smile that encouraged her to take what liberties she fancied with his body. Keeping her pinned to him with one hand, he used the other to wriggle out of his trews. He lay back and laughed as Constance stared down at his naked body with an expression of amazement, especially when her eyes alighted on his erection. “See anythin’ ye like, me English lassie?” he teased.

“E-everything,” she breathed, running her fingertips down his belly, her eyes wide with mounting excitement. “I can I finally explore you. I admit, I have secretly wished to do so for some time.”

“Is that so?” he asked, quirking a dark brow. “Well, I’ve been dreamin’ of gettin’ me hands on ye fer some time as well.”

“I never suspected it… until you kissed my birthmark,” she replied.

“Ach, I gave mesel’ away then, eh? I just could nae help mesel’,” he admitted ruefully.

“Yes, you sort of did. But I did not mind at all.” Relishing the freedom to touch him, she allowed her fingers to wander through his thick, sandy locks, down his brawny neck, then across his broad shoulders and arms and the corded muscles that flexed beneath. Intoxicated by the power and strength he exuded, her breath quickened as she marvelled at his sheer magnificence. “You are very handsome, Bane. I never knew a man could be so… amazing.”

On an impulse, she lifted her skirts and straddled him, whereupon he groaned and pulled her into him again, cradling her head, his kisses growing fiercer, more demanding. She returned his passion, holding his head between her hands, kissing him deeply, not holding back.

“Oh, Bane, you feel so good. Is… is a man always hard like that?” she asked, genuinely curious as she rubbed against his erection and sighed with pleasure.

“Nay, only when ye’re near me. Ye get me excited.”

“I-I do this to you?” She was both delighted and amazed at her unsuspected power.

“Aye, Miss Constance, ye and yer sheltered upbringin’. Ye’ve brought me tae me knees. I cannae fight ye off,” he told her, nuzzling her lips with his with growing ardour.

Constance pressed her hot flesh against his hardness, and his groans of pleasure only made the flames of her passion burn higher. She arched her back and moaned as he transferred his lips to her neck, trailing hot kisses and tiny, teasing bites down to the neckline of her dress.

Bane pulled down the front of her dress and liberated her breasts. She gasped in pleasure as he cupped her already stiffened peaks in his large hands, rolling and squeezing them, his mouth growing urgent as he feasted on them hungrily, driving Constance to the edge of delirium with undreamed of sensations of pleasure.

Wanting more of him, desperate for him to satisfy the burning need between her thighs, she lifted her arms so he could pull her dress and shift over her head. Seeing her naked, he gave a deep groan of appreciation, flinging aside her clothes heedlessly, resuming his toying with her breasts and running his large rough hands all over her soft skin.

Their lips locked in an endless passionate kiss, while Constance tore at her petticoat, pushing it frantically down her legs until she was naked but for her garters and stockings. The low groan in Bane’s throat and the hungry look in his eyes as he drank her in emboldened her further.

“I want you so much, Bane. I want you to show me, teach me, I need to feel your hands on me,” she breathed, overwhelmed by a powerful desire coming from within her.

“I want ye too, Constance, so much ye wouldnae believe,” he murmured huskily, pressing her naked breasts to his face so he could kiss and tantalize them with his tongue and teeth in ways that made her moan and thrash her head from side to side.

He suddenly rolled over, so he was laying on top of her, pinning her to the blanket, his kisses becoming more forceful and passionate by the moment. He levered himself over her, leaning on his forearm as he trailed his free hand down her body, leaving a burning trail it its wake.

She gasped in shock when she felt his fingers parting her legs, stroking her inflamed flesh and rubbing at the now throbbing, sensitive bud at the head of her sex.

“Am I hurtin’ ye?” he asked, stopping what he was doing and looking down at her worriedly.

“No! Please, don’t stop!” she panted, feeling hot moisture pooling where he touched her.

She moaned, convulsively thrusting her hips upwards to receive his caresses all the better, moving rhythmically against his questing fingers in a way that felt totally natural. Thrills ran up and down her entire body as his fingers caressed her entrance. “More,” she begged, opening her legs wider to admit him.

“More, is it? Not such a proper English miss now, are ye?” He grinned at her as he toyed with her body, sending deep tremors coursing through her, seeming to know exactly what would give her the most pleasure.

“No, I am thoroughly ashamed of myself,” she admitted, twining her fingers in his hair and running her palms over the smooth skin of his shoulders as his sensuous explorations below continued. “But I blame you for leading me into such forbidden ways.”

“Mmm, and now I’m gonnae lead ye even further astray,” he told her, grinning as he slithered down her body and gripped her thighs, parting them and resting her calves on his shoulders while she lay scandalously exposed before his gaze, shocked at herself because she was enjoying every moment.