Page 76 of A Highland Bride Taken
He guided her on what to do, and when she was done, she pulled his shirt over his head, biting her lip at how beautiful he was. She eyed the broad shoulders that had been honed by years of toil and bore the weight of responsibility, and let her hands caress them gently, hoping to offer comfort with her touch.
Then, her hands moved to his scars, first the one at his right breast close to his nipple. He hissed when her finger brushed it, and she did it again, loving how he reacted to her touch.
She was aware of his eyes on her, but she did not dare look at him, lest she lose her courage and let him pleasure her.
Her hands moved to his other breast, which bore a long scar that ran down to his abdomen. His body tightened at her touch, and she was mesmerized by the way his muscles flexed under his skin.
He was so much different from her; hard where she was soft, scarred where she was smooth with a light dusting of freckles. His scars spoke of the effort he had put into protecting their home, and she was moved to kiss each one.
He hissed when she kissed the scar on his left breast, but made no move to touch her. She eyed his hands at his sides, which he had clenched into fists. The sight brought a smile to her face, which she struggled to hide.
“Wife,” he whispered in warning, “ye torture me.”
She felt the same when he caressed her, but she didn’t want to trade words with him.
She moved to the next scar, the long one that ran down his abdomen, and kissed it like she had wanted to. But when she neared the edge of his kilt, he pulled her up and slanted his mouth over hers.
“Ye have tortured me enough, wife. I want to taste ye now,” he growled, pushing her onto her back. “‘Tis me turn to feast on ye.”
His movements were rough, but she didn’t mind as long as she distracted him from the worries that plagued him.
“I am yers, husband.”
Her words had him groaning against her neck as he nipped a quick path down to her breasts, which had become his new favorite part of her. Since the cèilidh, he had done nothing but worship her breasts, marking them with his teeth so anyone who dared to look upon her would know that she was his.
She let out a gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders, which had him nipping her harder. Her back arched, causing him to grin.
His usually graceful wife was uninhibited in her response to his caresses, and he much enjoyed how his touch brought this wild side of her.
It was a very beautiful sight indeed, and it was only for his pleasure.
She had been bold with her caresses, but had stirred something within him that she should never have awoken. Her touch had been like fire against his skin, searing and branding him yet filling him with life till he felt his cock would tear through his kilt.
He kissed down her abdomen to her core, where he knew he would find her warm and inviting.
He groaned as her scent hit him first. She smelled sweeter than ever, and he wasn’t sure he would ever get used to her scent.
He forced himself past the flesh begging for his attention, kissing his way up from her calf, leaving gentle nips and caresses as he went until he finally came to her center. She had thought to please him with her kisses, but she had only tortured him, and he wanted to return the favor.
She was quivering already, but she remembered to keep her legs open this time. He smiled, unable to help himself. He so desperately wanted to see if she’d remember to when his tongue was between her folds.
“Remember, I dinnae want ye to stifle yer cries,” he warned. “I want to hear ye.”
She nodded, whimpering when he used the fingers of one hand to part her folds and leaned forward to take his first taste. He had promised to go easy on her, but as soon as he had tasted her on his tongue, there was no way he could hold himself back from savoring her fully.
Grabbing her thighs to hold them apart, he feasted on her, enjoying the feel of her fingers tangling in his hair as she struggled between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
He gave particular attention to her throbbing nub, and she shot up like he had expected her to, on a scream he knew the entire castle would hear.
He was almost dizzy with the taste of her when he pulled away, but she reached for him.
“How can I please ye?” she asked suddenly, startling him.
Already, he had begun to rise, thinking up how quickly he could return to his chambers and take care of his aching member.
His balls were heavy with need, and lust had him feeling as though he would explode any second.
“Ye have done well, little wife,” he told her.
