Page 72 of Wedded to the Twisted Highlander
“Please,” she whispered as he leaned in to caress the curve of her neck. “I want more.”
The words sparked something primal and raw within him. Oh, how long he had wanted her. It seemed as if he would have to wait for an eternity to draw her so close. Yet, here she was, her leg hooked around his waist, pulling him closer.
He released her skirts, letting her fabric drop as he cupped her cheek in his hand and plunged his tongue into her mouth. Tasting her sweetness was all he ever wanted, and if her kisses were this delectable, then he could only imagine how the other parts of her tasted.
“More,” she begged again, her voice thick with desperation and need.
It made something Thomas snap.
Dropping to his knees, he buried himself under her skirts. Every inch of his being had but one purpose, but one desire.
“Oh!” Astrid gasped as he nuzzled her folds, burying his tongue as far as it would go.
He devoured what he could of her.
“Someone is coming,” Astrid gasped.
Thomas felt her hand tugging at his hair to get him to stop. But there was no way he was going to stop. Not after she had tormented him for so long.
“Thomas, please,” Astrid whispered as he leaned into her, forcing her back against the solid oak.
Unconcerned about the intruders, Thomas was confident that the shrubbery in the atrium would be enough to hide them from any prying eyes. In one swift motion, he hoisted her leg over his shoulder. The new position made it possible for him to dive even deeper.
He loved the way little goosebumps rose on her inner thighs each time he blew over her flesh.
“Be still, and nay one will ken we’re here,” he mumbled as he ran his tongue over her leg and back up to her navel.
There was no way he could resist her—not one. Every inch of his body yearned for her. Of course, it didn’t help that her body called to him like a siren’s song in the dead of night.
Thomas fumbled with his breeches as he continued to lick and suck on her, testing her boundaries.
Holding his breath, he traced his fingers over her slit until he found her entrance. Carefully, he slid his finger inside her.
Her eagerness astonished him, as she responded to his touch in ways he hadn’t expected. It was as if her body wanted nothing more than to take him in and swallow him whole. She would be his home, his sanctuary, just as he would be hers.
As he pumped his fingers deeper into her, Thomas realized that he wanted more. He smiled as he stroked her inner thigh with one hand and massaged her folds with the other.
How he wanted to be buried deep inside her. The yearning and taunting made his manhood throb and twitch with anticipation.
“Say that ye want me,” he whispered, his hot breath teasing the delicate nub that he enjoyed flicking and rubbing.
Astrid shuddered, her hips thrusting against his hand as her juices covered his finger.
“Please, Astrid. I need ye. Say I can have ye.”
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Little tingles rushed from the top of Astrid’s head to her toes. She knew what the Laird wanted. It was the same thing she wanted. Yet, how could she give herself over to him?
Sure, his touch was gentle and kind. He never raised his voice to her or cursed her. So, what specter from her past haunted her present?
She pulled up her skirts, revealing Thomas on his knees, his piercing eyes wild with want.
“Aye,” she whispered.
Her answer drifted through the air like the last sweet breeze of fall before the bitterness stole it.
Thomas’s arms wrapped around her body like two anacondas trapping their prey. She didn’t resist him but allowed herselfto swoon into his welcoming embrace. Her heart fluttered and skipped like a dried leave on the breeze, uncertain which way it wanted to go.
