Page 62 of Taken By the Vicious Highlander
He sighed, his frustration evident. “That’s nae the point.”
Their bickering escalated, their voices rising as they argued back and forth. But the tension between them wasn’t just born of anger—it was something deeper, something neither of them could deny.
Without warning, Damon’s hand slid to the back of her neck, and he tilted her head back so that her eyes landed on his, her focus on only him. His thumb traced the soft curve of her jaw, his touch rough but tantalizing.
Lilith tilted her lips up instinctively, her breath catching in her throat. The air between them grew heavy, their proximity intoxicating. Damon’s eyes burned with an intensity that left her feeling both vulnerable and emboldened at once.
“Ye drive me mad, woman,” he muttered, his voice low and husky.
His forehead dipped lower, brushing against hers, and she shivered at the contact.
“Do I?” she whispered shakily.
“Aye,” he replied, his lips curling into a faint, wicked grin. “From the moment I laid eyes on ye, it’s been impossible for me to think straight.”
Lilith’s heart hammered in her chest, his words sending a bolt of heat through her. She felt his fingers trail from her jaw to the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their breaths mingled.
“Never put yerself in harm’s way like that again. Nae for me, nae for anyone.” His rough voice stroked her smooth skin like a rake, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end.
“Damon…” she trailed off, her lips parting as her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.
“Damn it,” he groaned, before pulling her face to his to claim her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss.
It wasn’t the fiery, heated exchange they had before. It was softer, exploratory, and deeply sensual. His lips molded to hers, coaxing her to respond.
Lilith melted into him, her hands instinctively finding their way to his chest. Her fingers splayed over the hard, warm expanse of his muscles, the feel of him beneath her touch making herlightheaded. She hadn’t realized just how much she’d wanted this until it was happening.
The world around them faded away, their argument forgotten as they lost themselves in each other. Damon’s hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t control.
His hand slid down her back, the warmth of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. His lips left hers, moving to her jaw, then lower, grazing the sensitive skin of her neck.
He nipped the spot where her pulse raced wildly, his teeth and tongue sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
Nay, ye have to resist him. Ye cannae allow him to?—
“There are other ways we can be intimate,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with promise.
Her heart raced at his words, and curiosity rested low between her hips. She swallowed hard.
Damn it.
Her voice was barely audible as she replied, “Show me.”
Damon’s eyes darkened with desire. He moved them back toward the bed, his movements slow and deliberate as he peeledher dress off her. As her final layer slid over her head and landed on the floor, he pulled his tunic over his head before he guided her down onto his bed.
He gently lay on top of her, pressing his lips to hers in a slow, sensual kiss. Lilith responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as their tongues danced together.
As they broke apart, Damon brushed his nose against hers, inhaling her sweet scent. He couldn’t resist nibbling on her lower lip, causing her to let out a soft moan. He trailed kisses down her jawline, the sensitive spots on her neck, and down her torso. Lilith arched her back, urging him on as her fingers tangled in his hair.
With a gentle nudge, Damon guided her legs apart with his knee and settled between them. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she wanted more. As if sensing her desire, he began to trail kisses down her stomach, eliciting shivers and gasps from her with each one.
Lilith squirmed beneath him, her body begging for him to take her. But she knew he wouldn’t.
“I trust ye,” she managed to say and felt him smile against her mound.
“I ken ye do, lass,” he murmured and then continued his exploration, trailing kisses down her thighs, pausing to tease and taste her skin.
Lilith’s breaths came in short gasps as she writhed beneath him with reckless abandon. Damon’s lips finally met her sex, and his tongue explored the sensual taste of her with painfully slow precision.
