Page 59 of The Highlander's Illicit Bride
Struan licked and sucked on her bud, sliding a finger into her tight, hot quim at the same time. Isolde trembled wildly, her cries of pleasure ringing in his ears and stoking his desire for her ever higher. He had never been as rigid as he was in that moment, and it was because he was bringing Isolde pleasure. Hearing her cries of passion fueled him.
She squirmed wildly beneath him so Struan put a hand on her belly, holding her down against the bed. The feel of her struggling and her breathy moans making him rock hard. He wanted more than anything to plunge himself deep into her. To bury his shaft deep in her hot, quivering folds. But he was also just enjoying the sound of her pleasure, enjoying the feel of her moving beneath him. It built the anticipation inside of him to incredible heights.
As Struan slid a second finger into her, Isolde gasped, a sharp yelp of pain bursting from her mouth. He looked up, alarmed at the thought he’d hurt her.
“Are ye all right?” he asked as he began to withdraw his fingers.
“Dinnae stop, please,” she breathed. “Dinnae stop!”
A smile formed upon his lips, feeling her tightening around them as he took her bud between his lips. He licked and sucked on it while he drove his fingers into her, relishing the heat and slickness of her center. Isolde gripped his head with her thighsas she began to tremble. A sharp keening erupted from her lips and her entire body seemed to lock up around him.
Unable to move but sensing she was on the verge of a powerful climax, Struan swirled his tongue around her swollen bud then took it between his lips and sucked hard on it. Isolde cried out.
“Oh, me God. Oh, me God!”
“Come for me, Isolde,” he murmured between licks of her center. “Let me taste ye. Let me feel ye all over me lips.”
She trashed wildly as her trembling cries rang out. Seemingly heedless of what she was doing, Isolde yanked on his hair, pulling him to her center, and ground herself against his face. Struan smiled and happily savored every drop of her sweetness as she climaxed.
Slowly, her thrashing began to subside, and her body started to loosen as her climax ebbed. She fell back into the bed, boneless, her breath ragged and shallow.
Licking the last of her juices off his lips, Struan climbed up beside her on the bed and stared into her eyes for a moment. Isolde nudged him back with a grin and draped herself over his chest. Tremors still ran through her body, and he could feel the heat wafting off her. They were silent for several minutes as he gently stroked her hair.
“Are ye feelin’ all right?” he finally asked.
She raised her head and stared into his eyes, a crooked grin on her lips.
“Aye,” she said. “I… I feel better than all right.”
“Good,” he said. “I’m glad tae hear that.”
She shook her head. “I didnae ken I could ever feel that way. I didnae ken…”
Her voice trailed off as she seemed to run out of words. Instead, she stared at Struan with a sense of wonder sparkling in her eyes. Struan laughed then leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He pulled back and held her gaze.
“Ye deserve tae feel good. In all ways,” he said. “Thank ye fer trustin’ me.”
She looked deep into his eyes for a moment and seemed to be trying to put some order to her thoughts, to be struggling to find the words. In the end, she didn’t seem able to come up with anything to say, so she laid her head back down on his chest and together, they slowly drifted off.
CHAPTER 25
Isolde awoke the next morning with her body still tingling and a smile stretched wide across her face as she thought about the evening before. She could still feel the heat of Struan’s kiss upon her lips. Could still feel his tongue inside of her. And she could still feel the power of the climax that had shaken her from head to toe. The merest thought of them made her shudder and sent a wave of pleasure washing over her once more.
She never knew she could be made to feel such things. Never knew a pinnacle of pleasure so high even existed, let alone that she could be made to reach it. She stretched languidly in her bed and took a moment to revel in the sensations that continued to make her skin tingle. Isolde clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle the girlish giggle that came bursting out. Her cheeks burned and she felt a quiver in her sex that served as another reminder of the evening’s passions.
What had happened between them the night before had been the last thing she had expected, but as she was going to leaveAchnacarry, she wanted to take a memory with her that would be hers alone to keep. A memory that could help sustain her through the long, lonely nights that undoubtedly lay ahead of her. A memory made with a man she had come to care deeply for.
As she pressed her head back into the pillows, Isolde squeezed her eyes shut and tried to drown out his voice, pleading with her to stay. The depth of care she heard in his words and saw in his eyes continued to make her resolve waver. She knew he felt for her the way she had come to feel for him. But she knew it was selfish. Knew that by staying, she would only be inviting more pain and destruction upon his family and his clan.
There was part of Isolde that feared one day, Struan would come to see her not as she was, but as her father’s daughter. That despite his protestations to the contrary, that he would come to resent her for what he’d done.
When he looked into her eyes now, all she saw was the purest light of his affection for her. The thought that one day, that light might dim and turn dark sent a bolt of dread through her heart too thick and cloying to contemplate. It was something Isolde knew she could not bear. It was better to take the memory they’d made the previous night, the memory of his affection for her, and leave. It was something good and pure she would be able to carry with her.
A knock at her door brought her back from her thoughts. She gave herself a quick glance in the looking glass, making sure she was presentable.
“Come,” she called.
When the door opened, Isolde expected to see Struan marching in but was surprised to see his sister, Mairi, instead.
