Page 73 of The Mad Highlander
Iris gasped and ducked as a button came flying toward her. She sat back up and let out a surprised laugh.
“Oh, me goodness.”
The sight of his chest took her breath away. She had seen it before, but it was more majestic, more muscular, broader, more brilliant. She longed to reach out and touch it.
Nay, I want to dig my nails into his muscles and rake my fingers down his body. I want to grab him and take a bite from him. I want to devour him. I want him to devour me!
“It’s yer turn.” Cayden licked his lips and ran his eyes hungrily over her body.
Iris looked at him and wanted to do as she was told, but she was having far too much fun. She almost withered under his lustful look but managed to muster the last of her courage to make her final demands.
“Yer breeks, too,” she said, her voice breaking.
Cayden cocked one eyebrow and looked down at Iris with some surprise. He stepped forward but stopped before he got to the bed.
“Tell me again what ye want,” he demanded.
“I want… yer breeks off,” Iris said, breathing out deeply.
“Like this?” Cayden asked. He unbuckled the belt, and removed it, taking it in both hands and snapping it tight.
Iris’ nether region jerked at the snapping sound, and she felt her folds moisten with the force of his actions. She wanted to agree with him, but words were lost to her now. She could only nod meekly.
Cayden tossed the belt toward the chair by the window and then pulled his breeks down over his hips, letting them fall to the ground.
Iris placed her hand on her heart, unable to take her eyes off the massive bulge in his underwear. She licked her lips and breathed heavily through her open mouth. His eyes were ice cold as they stared at her, but they ignited a fire in her loins. She longed to reach down under her dress and satisfy the urges that were flowing.
Cayden took one more step forward and then knelt on the bed. It creaked under his weight. He locked eyes with Iris, a warrior who came to claim what was rightfully his. He placed his other knee on the bed and crawled his way toward her. Each movement sent sparks of desire flashing through her. She forgot she could move, and only gazed down at the adonis on the bed with her, almost drooling at all his bulges.
Her chest rose and fell quicker as he got closer. She smelled his natural musk which only fueled the fire within.
“Mmm.” The moan came from deep in Iris’ throat and matched the growl the Laird had given earlier.
Cayden paused on the bed and smiled wickedly at Iris. “What was that?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow again.
Iris tried not to smile at the question, but she succumbed to a grin. She at least stopped herself from laughing. “I… I don’t know where that came from.”
The Laird let out a softer growl like a wildcat purring. “I liked it. It makes me desire ye more.”
“Then come and get me.” Iris was surprised that she was saying such things. Her mind was working to take her thoughts from what would come after sunrise.
“Oh, I will,” the Laird told her. “I’m comin’ to get what is mine.”
Cayden lunged, and Iris gasped. He grabbed the hem of her dress, and she braced herself for him to rip it from her body, but he didn’t. He repositioned his knees closer to her and gently lifted the dress up her body, revealing her knees, then thighs, wet center, and midriff. Iris shifted to allow the dress to pass over her upper body. The Laird was careful to remove the dress without removing her thin undergarment below.
Iris did not know she could feel such pleasure from having her dress removed so slowly, but she could feel the Laird’s eyes on her, taking in every inch of her creamy skin, and coveting all ofit. The juices flowed from her core at such a simple action, and she thought she might explode as soon as he touched her down there.
Especially if he touches me with his tongue again.
The dress came up over her head, and when it was removed, the Laird was before her. He leaned in until there was barely a hair between his lips, but when Iris reached out with her lips, he pulled back.
“Please don’t sto?—”
Cayden moved in for the kill, pressing his lips to hers, and then pulled back and moved down to her neck, biting gently before moving back to her lips again. This time, she bit his bottom lip to stop him from going anywhere, and he let out a satisfied growl. When she let go, he forced his lips down and pinned her to the bed. His tongue invaded again, and they jousted before he moved back to her collarbone.
It was too much for Iris. She wanted his lips on hers, but she wanted them on her neck, too, and her body. And she needed his hands all over her. She finally gained control of her limbs and wrapped them around his back, digging her nails in. Another growl came from the Laird, much louder this time but with the same tinge of pleasure.
He drew a path over her body with his lips, moving between her lips, then neck, lips again, and down to her pebble-like nipples below the almost-sheer fabric.
