Page 44 of A Sinful Night with a Scot
“Ye have nae idea how hard I have tried tae resist ye, Elsie,” he growled against her cheek.
Feathered kisses then danced down her throat and her whole body shuddered. An agonizing ache pained her as she felt her nipples peak, and arching her back, she pushed her chest out.
“Is that what ye want?” he growled, though Elsie was certain she had not asked anything from him.
But then, she suddenly gasped as his palm brushed over the puckered nipple through her nightgown, and an involuntary moan left her lips.
Keane growled at her reaction. “Me God, Elsie, ye’re exquisite,” he whispered into her hair.
His hand continued to move over her pert nipple, while she, panting and jerking under his touch, ached for him to continue. But then, disappointment washed over her as he stopped, only for her to feel her nightgown scraping against her thighs as he tugged it further and further up.
“I want tae see ye,” he said.
Elsie kept her eyes closed, for she could not bear the thought of seeing him gaze down at her nakedness. At the same time, she battled with herself.
I cannae let him… I cannae let him…
“Ye must tell me if ye want me tae stop, Elsie,” Keane growled, his fingertips dancing across her stomach. “Dae ye want me tae stop?”
She shook her head. “Nay. Please.”
And that is where the conflict remained locked in battle. Part of her now desperate to explore past the door of excitement and pleasure he had opened, and part of her wanting to slam it shut.
A little more. Just a little more.
Keane’s fingers trailed down the flatness of her stomach, a low growl rumbling from his throat as they travelled further down her body. Hardly thinking about it, she parted her thighs, desperate for him to satisfy the throbbing ache that tortured her.
And then, his fingers slipped over her apex, down to her most sacred parts.
“Oh, God,” she cried, feeling her slickness coating his fingers when they brushed against the part of her that ached the most.
“Och, little one,” Keane nearly choked, his voice so thick, the words hardly passed his throat. “Ye feel so soft, and warm, and wet. Ye have been aching fer me, have ye nae?”
“Aye,” Elsie breathed, her hips moving in time with his fingers, her body taking over, naturally knowing what it ought to do without any thought from her.
“I’m going tae take ye tae a place ye have never been afore. Ye will climb, ye will soar, and ye will reach a place of such exquisite delight. And ye will dae it all fer me, dae ye hear me, Elsie?”
“Aye,” she panted, already feeling the sensations he had described, her head pressing into the pillow beneath her, her body tensing, and her hand gripping his other wrist with a strength she did not know she possessed. “Tak’ me there, Keane. Please. Please.”
His fingers moved a little faster now, and Elsie writhed, moaned and panted, climbing while the tension continued building in every part of her being.
“That’s it. Come fer me. Come fer me, Elsie.”
His words only aroused her more, and holding her breath, the most blissful feeling crashed all around her. A long cry of delight trickled over her lips, and she felt herself coming completely undone, her body spasming and jerking, until it finally came to rest.
Her heart thumped, and she, still breathless, sighed the deepest sigh, the air leaving her lungs in one long breath. Keane wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him, her head coming to rest against his muscular chest.
“Och, Elsie,” he growled.
A feeling of utter serenity washed over her, and as her pulse slowly settled, her whole body sunk into his. His steady heart beat thumped beneath her ear, like a constant beat of a drum, dragging her into an even more relaxed state. She felt the coverlets being pulled up and around her shoulders, and then, now half asleep, Keane’s lips pressed against her head.
The last thing she heard before she slipped into slumber was Keane’s soft words breathed from his throat. “Sleep now, little one.”
When Elsie woke again, the first thing she noticed was the absence of the warm body she had lain on when she had slipped into slumber. Even before she opened her eyes, her hand reached around her, searching for him, but Keane was no longer beside her.
A quick scan of the room told her she was entirely alone, and, dropping her head back onto the pillow, a sigh left her body. In the silence, the experience replayed in her mind; his tender touch, his voracious kiss, his growling voice that had only excited her more. A smile danced on her lips and her stomachfluttered. He had kept to his words, and taken her to a place she had never before experienced.
A place of wonder, a place of utter bliss, a place she could hardly describe with words, for there were no words to describe it.
