Page 34 of Claimed By the Heartless Highlander
Far more erotic as well.
Then his touch slid lower, stroking between her thighs and cupping her sex, pressing the sea-dampened fabric against her heated flesh. The sensation made her cry out and arch her back, pressing against his touch, wanting more.
She’d never felt anything like this, and she was helpless to do anything more than react as his palm pressed against her and his fingers stroked the seam of her sex.
Her fingers dug into his wild dark hair. “Duncan… Duncan…”
She didn’t even know what she was pleading for—whether she wanted him to stop or continue.
His laughter was like dark smoke in the air, the sound full of promise as his kisses slid slowly up her chest and throat and his hand slid slowly lower. His knee nudged her legs apart as his fingers caught in the skirt of her dress and tugged it up her thighs along with her chemise.
The sensation made her quiver, half in shock and half in trepidation. For all she’d imagined something like this, she was quickly realizing that her dreams were nothing compared to the real experience.
His hand caressed her bare inner thighs, close to her most vulnerable and secret place. She started to try and bring her knees together, but his own kept her open to his touch
His voice was velvet and desire as he whispered, “Nae, lass. Dinnae deny yerself. Ye wished for this. And yer wish… is me command…”
Two fingers touched her, sliding feather-light over the lips of her sex and through the soft, fine hair that covered her entrance. Ailis jerked, her whole body responding to the fire that zinged through her, straight to her core.
He was barely touching her, and already she felt as if she’d been set ablaze by him, desire and heat catching her off-guard and threatening to overwhelm her.
“Relax, lass.” His voice caressed her ears, even as his fingers did the same to her body. “I can feel how ready ye are… how much ye want this.”
Two fingers slid over the lips of her sex, then a third slipped between them to caress the inner folds and tease the damp walls. Ailis shuddered and gasped as the sensations washed over her. Her hips ground against his hand.
Her attention was split in two, between the kisses he pressed like little points of flame to her throat and the feel of his fingers slowly pressing deeper within her and building an inferno of sensations between her legs.
She was writhing against him, crying out for his touch, helpless in the face of pleasure like nothing she’d ever experienced or dreamed was possible.
She couldn’t find words. She could barely form coherent thoughts and was vaguely aware that if he’d asked her to go to the priest, right this minute, she probably would have agreed.
His mouth claimed hers once again as his finger found a particular spot in her sex, a small, sensitive bud, and stroked it firmly.
The sensations were too much, and Ailis fell against him as the world dissolved into pleasure and fire.
* * *
It was an effort to hold himself back as Ailis came apart around his fingers, but he managed. He held her close as her body shuddered from her release, and did his best to ignore the fierce ache in his still-confined erection.
There was a large part of him that longed to lift her onto his desk, where he could lay her down and sheathe his hard shaft in her warmth. Another part of him urged him to lay her on the rug and pleasure her until they were both too exhausted and spent to do more than lie there together.
He did neither. He couldn’t.
He’d acted to keep her with him, unwilling to let her go, but now that the haze of anger and jealousy had been doused somewhat, his head was clearing, and he knew without a doubt in his heart that he’d done them both a disservice.
He’d recklessly committed himself to the fulfillment of her dreams, and yet he knew it was a promise he couldn’t keep.
He might be able to give her passion, but Ailis was no wench to satisfy with a tumble between the linens before separating again. She wanted, and deserved, far more.
Someday, she would want more from him than just passionate encounters like those she’d described in her letters. And what would he do when that day came?
He would lose her, or he would lose himself.
Ailis blinked at him, awareness returning to her eyes. He waited until it was clear that she could keep herself upright, then released her and stepped back. He watched in silence as she righted her clothes.
He waited until she looked at him again before he spoke, “I’m sorry I was so angry.”
She looked taken aback by his comment and how quickly he returned to their previous conversation, but she nodded. “I just wish I kenned why. Why ye get so angry and then turn so cold. Why ye seem determined to keep me at arm’s length one moment and then seduce me the next. Ye willnae let me go, nor let me close, and I wish ye’d choose one or the other.”
