Page 65 of Highlander's Captive Bride
When she was still tossing and turning beneath the covers several hours later, she told herself in irritation that it was the noise of the party outside that was keeping her awake. But she knew she was lying to herself. It was Bellamy Kane who occupied all her thoughts, and it was not just her thoughts. Her body yearned—ached, even—for him.
The events of the evening kept replaying in her mind. His warm body pressed to hers during the dancing had been like fire, igniting the flame inside her that only he seemed capable of sparking. His face in the orange glow of the bonfires had been so painfully, heart-wrenchingly beautiful, there had been a thousand times when she had longed for him to enfold her in his arms and kiss her. And she would have kissed him back with every ounce of desire she harbored for him in her heart.
Finally, as she turned restlessly, her heart spoke to her.
Go to him. This is yer last chance to be with him. Go to him now.
When she silently entered what she knew to be Bellamy’s chamber a short while later, all was bathed in darkness. Only the warm light from a low-burning fire and the cold, silvery light of the stars, and a sliver of new moon, illuminated the figure lying in the bed.
She crept towards him, her heart thumping so loudly in her chest, she was certain he must be able to hear it, even in his sleep. Her bare feet felt the wooden floorboards beneath them, then the thick plushness of a rug as she advanced. The starlight fell across his face.
It almost pained her to see him looking so vulnerable and boyish in his slumber, his dark hair tousled on the pillow.
Yet, at the same time, it was exquisite to see his masculine beauty laid out before her, for he had kicked away his covers, and she could see his naked form, with his long legs, broad chest, and narrow, muscled waist laid bare to her eyes.
Daisy took in a sharp breath, truly shaken to her core to feel such pure desire for another human being.
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“Ye came, then.”
Daisy almost jumped out of her skin when he spoke, his voice deep and hoarse. Her eyes flew to his face, to see that his eyes were wide open, pools of gray lit by the moonlight, framed by shadow.
“I-I had to,” she breathed, shivering.
“I’m glad.”
Like a god rising from the deep, Bellamy rose out of the bed in one smooth movement, his body enfolding hers, imbuing her with his delicious heat, sparking the flame inside. Their lips met hungrily, their mouths opening to each other with a passion that burned Daisy, who wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as if she could not get her fill of him.
His hands moved to her waist, deftly untying the belt and pushing her robe off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet unnoticed as their tongues entwined and their kisses became wilder, hungrier. They only parted long enough for Bellamy to grasp the hem of Daisy’s shift and pull it over her head.
Now, they were both naked, and they leaped at each other with an urgency that spoke of a mutual thirst that could no longer be denied. Bellamy lifted her off her feet, and her legs went straight around his waist, the groans deep in his throat stoking the flames in her belly until she thought they would consume her.
“Bellamy, I have to have ye,” she murmured, her lips on his throat, his chest, his mouth, her arms clinging to him, her hands everywhere.
The feeling of his smooth, hot skin on hers was like an aphrodisiac, and when she felt his hands traveling over every inch of her, his manhood throbbing against her behind, she knew it was the same for him.
“Och, Daisy, I’ve dreamed of this moment so often,” Bellamy said thickly against her neck, raining hot kisses on her. “I’ve wanted ye so much, sometimes I dinnae ken how I’ve held meself back.”
“I dinnae want ye to hold back,” she breathed in his ear.
With another groan, he whirled her around, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. She arched her back and offered her breasts to his mouth. He ravaged them, sucking and teasing and nipping at them with his teeth like a starving man at a feast until she whimpered with desire, her whole body electrified by his touch.
Bellamy gripped her hard around the waist and lifted her higher, so her legs were on his shoulders, and then he drank from her, burying his face between her legs, his tongue teasing her bud, then slipping through the folds of her sex and flicking in and out of her.
Daisy threw back her head in delirium, mewling and moaning, tightening her thighs around his neck so he could drink more deeply of her flesh and give her more of what she craved. Bellamy needed no encouragement to go deeper into her with his tongue, devouring her as if he would drink her dry.
Daisy rode his face, chasing the unimaginable thrills he was giving her, and before long, she felt the waves of pleasure rising from where his mouth continued its hot explorations, leaving no fold of her secret place uncharted. As the waves grew stronger, she bucked against him, chasing the intoxicating bliss he seemed made to give her.
“Ah, Bellamy! Ah!” she moaned as the waves crashed over her, shaking her frame with ecstasy.
As soon as that happened, Bellamy took her to his bed and threw her down. She gazed up at him, thrilled at the sight of him coming down on top of her, his face wet, his gray eyes dazed with desire for her. It only excited her more.
She welcomed him with her arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck as he leaned over her, poised on his forearms.
With one easy thrust, he was inside her. She buried her face in his shoulder to stifle her scream of pleasure newly discovered.
The sensation of him moving inside her was like nothing she had ever experienced before, despite everything they had done together. The sheer strength and power of his body as he thrust into her, his hips pounding with an ever-increasing rhythm, was lifting her higher and higher, towards a kind of euphoria, a total assault on her senses.
