Page 74 of The Mad Highlander
Iris had had enough, and she reached down to the hem of her undergarment and pulled it up over her head. She grabbed Cayden again, dug her nails back into his back, and pulled him down onto her body with as much force as she could muster.
Cayden fought back against her attack, pulling his body up and then burying his head in her breasts. He bit and licked at her chest, breathing out onto her breast in hot gasps. She moved her hands from his back to his head, pushing her fingers through his hair. He licked at her pert pink nipple, flicking it with his tongue but not lingering for long anywhere. Iris ached for him to pleasure her body as he left to move on to the next part of her, but as soon as he touched her somewhere else with his hands or lips, she gasped in pleasure. She did not know what she wanted, but the Laird seemed to.
His head moved down her body, leaving goosebumps in its wake as his tongue snaked over her body. He pressed his tongue hungrily to her folds, and she bucked immediately. The juices dripped from her at what was to come.
But it was not what she wanted—not that night.
Iris grabbed Cayden’s head and forced him back up to her. He looked at her with confusion.
“I need ye,” Iris whispered.
“Ye have—” Cayden stopped when he saw the look in her eyes.
“I want to feel it,” she whispered. “We dinnae ken what tomorrow brings, and I want to be with ye—really be with ye.”
“We arenae handfasted yet,” Cayden said, running a hand up and down her naked body.
Iris lost her train of thought for a moment as his hand moved over her breast and then his fingers touched her wetness. Cayden kissed her gently, hovering slightly above her.
“I need to feel it so I dinnae feel…” Iris started.
“Aye,” Cayden confirmed. “If that is what ye want, it is what I want, too.”
“Aye,” Iris hissed as she breathed out.
The warmth of Cayden’s body above her was like a roaring fire. She knew her skin was not glowing, but it felt like it.
“Just go slow,” Iris said, not breaking eye contact.
“I willnae hurt ye.”
“It’s nae that I’m worried about. The pleasure is so much already that if ye go fast, I’ll burst before I’ve had a chance to feel anythin’.”
Cayden chuckled, and the whole bed rocked beneath him. Iris joined the laughter, her breasts jiggling from side to side. She looked up into his eyes and knew it was right. She didn’t need to be wed to him to do this—she loved him, and that was all that mattered.
The Laird turned serious as he stared into her eyes, and he reached down with one hand to remove his underwear while using the other to balance himself above Iris.
It was as if Iris’ insides creaked open and warm lava oozed out. He had barely touched her folds, but warmth came from them in anticipation. She wanted nothing more than to fully feel him.
“Are ye sure?” Cayden asked one more time.
“It’s what I want to feel,” Iris replied.
Cayden stared into her eyes, seeking her soul while he gently brushed her wet folds with his fingertips. He traced a circular path around her opening. He did not break eye contact, his blue eyes piercing into her body, touching her from the inside out. A dual attack on her body that she was powerless to resist.
“I’ll always keep ye safe,” Cayden told her. “Always.”
“Nay more talking, Cayden. For the next few hours, can we pretend it is only the two of us in the world and just enjoy each other.”
The Laird remained serious as he looked down upon her. “Aye, we can do that,” he growled softly.
He touched her opening again, but it was not his fingers this time. He moved slowly, gently probing at her folds and sliding into her. Iris expected some discomfort, perhaps even pain, but her body welcomed him, drawing him in.
“Mmm.” Iris moaned as he penetrated her, and she could not stop moaning, even when he was fully inside.
“How does that feel?” Cayden asked his face still a mask of seriousness.
Iris finally caught her breath and had time to think. “Oh, me goodness, Cayden! I didnae ken it would be like this.”
