Page 47 of Highlander's Wild Lass
“Lay back,” he said, peering up at her. She nodded before settling into the pillows.
He returned to her, burying his mouth in her sweet heat. With a slow, soft caress of his tongue, he felt a small tremor from her unsure if was from nerves or pleasure. He continued with bold caresses of his tongue, feeling her writhe under him.
This was torturing him, a part of him selfishly wanted his own release, but he found himself only truly wanting to send her over the edge.
Her back arched as he continued to lick and glide, glancing up at her she saw that her eyes were closed in ecstasy. He was not finished with her yet, so he greedily slowed to feathery strokes of his tongue.
He dipped a finger into her inviting heat and Celestia let out the most delirious gasp. Celestia’s fingers tangled in his curls, giving a frenzied tug. “Daenae stop,” she urged.
Anthony smiled against her, returning his tongue to her swollen bud and adding a second finger. He found a dizzying rhythm between his tongue and fingers. His heart was banging against his chest, and he found himself dreaming of the moment he could finally make her his.
Then, he felt her muscles tense around his dancing fingers, and her back arched once again. He looked up at her, wanting to watch her as he coaxed her to let loose.
Celestia glowed, her eyes were shut, and one hand was still wrapped in his hair while the other rested against her heart. “Please,” she said in a low, breathless moan.
And then, she came for him in wonderful moans and trembles. Her thighs shuddered around his head, bringing a wide satisfied grin to his lips.
* * *
After they peeled away from one another, Anthony had given Celestia his linen shirt and wrapped her in his large plaid to keep her warm and to cover herself while they waited for her clothes to dry.
“A wee dram?” Anthony said, standing beside where she sat holding a glass of whisky for her. He joined her amongst the pillows on the floor.
“Thank ye,” she said, taking it from him and taking a sip. The liquid burned her tongue and throat but warmed her belly and skin. Not that she truly needed any help with the fire before her and what had just transpired between them. The powerful release she felt with him was still causing waves all throughout her body, and her legs still shuddered every now and then with the memory of it.
“Come here, lass,” he said, motioning her toward him. “Sit with me.”
Celestia hesitated for a moment but decided to go to him. She nestled herself against him, her back resting against his bare chest. While his hand held his glass of whisky, the other made a dizzying path down her shoulder to her forearm and back again.
She let out a sigh. “I’ll be honest, I wasnae expectin’ that to happen.”
A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “It took me by surprise too.” Then he was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, “Do ye regret it?”
“Nay,” she said easily, and then, “Do ye?”
“Not even a wee bit.”
Celestia turned, draping her legs over his thigh so she could face him. She cupped the glass in her lap, tracing the rim with her finger. “Ye never answered me…” She noticed his lips were swollen and tinged a darker pink than usual. “Are we to be wed?”
An irreverent smile pulled wide on his face. “After I just ravaged ye to pieces? I must wed ye now, ye’ve forced my hand.”
She thumped him on the chest, biting back a grin before he tipped her chin up to him and kissed her.
“I’ve been askin’ ye to marry me for more than a month now. So, aye, we’ll marry. When do ye want to announce it?”
“After I tell my family.”
“I am curious to ken why ye’ve had a change of heart,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Ye’ve been adamantly opposed to the arrangement since the beginnin’.”
She fell quiet, the image of her father struggling to breathe would forever be seared into her memories.
“It’s alright if ye daenae want to speak of it,” he murmured into her ear.
“My da had some sort of attack, he couldnae breath. I pounded and pounded on his chest until we found the box with his medicine that would help him. I had to breath smoke into his face, some sort of herb.”
Anthony was listening closely.
“I sent Chester and Hugo to get the village healer. Auralia looked horrified, she just stood cowerin’ against the wall. And I felt…” Tears had begun to blur her vision. “I felt helpless. It scared me.”
