Page 40 of A Virgin for the Vicious Highlander
She obeyed, for though the piece of furniture looked tiny when he was sitting on it, it was at a comfortable height for her to put her hands on. She bent at the waist, finally realizing as she did what he meant by being bare to him.
With his hand, he nudged her legs apart.
Cecilia ran her teeth across her lower lip as she heard him step back and sigh—the sort of sigh that one let out when one witnessed something beautiful. Rather than embarrassingher, that soft sound had a strange effect on her, bolstering her confidence and heightening her anticipation for what he planned to do next.
Though, of course, he had given her a hint with his words. So familiar to her by now, having echoed over and over in her mind and countless dreams.
Nae allof what he mentioned, though.
She might have been reckless, but she was notthatreckless.
He stood close behind her, one hand coming to rest once more on her hip. Meanwhile, his other hand reached for the nape of her neck, tracing a searing line down her spine that made her limbs tremble.
His hand glided over the swell of her backside and down the back of her thigh, before sliding between her thighs once again. He had not planned to deny her, he just had something else in mind.
“Oh… Oh…” she breathed as his fingertips brushed that bundle of nerves, teasing her.
As he slowly began to circle her swollen bud, everything that had been building up inside her—the hunting cabin, the kiss from that morning, the anger that had led her up to the tower, the anticipation that had cooled her ire—detonated at once in an eruption of burning embers that shot through her.
Her stomach tightened, and her limbs shook as pleasure sparked in invisible lines, fizzing this way and that, lighting up her entire being with a bliss she had not known existed.
“Oh God!” she cried out, gripping the sides of the low stool for balance.
But he seemed determined to keep her guessing, as he suddenly withdrew his hand from her slick folds. A moment later, as she was about to protest, he leaned over her. His hardness pressed against her backside, and his fingertips returned to where they had been, strumming and circling the crackling center of her pleasure from a different angle.
“Oh, Murdoch,” she moaned, her head swimming. “Och… aye, like that… Oh God!”
He trailed kisses up her back, nipping the softer flesh of her shoulder, his fingertips never ceasing their ministrations. All the while, she felt his straining desire against the heat of her entrance, denied by the irksome layer of fabric that separated them.
“I’ll slide me fingers inside ye, make sure ye’re ready for me,” he whispered, just when she thought he could not surprise her further.
Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers eased through her wet heat and paused at her entrance. As she exhaled, he slid his finger inside her, just as he had promised.
“I am,” she rasped, dizzy with desire and the peculiar feeling of something swelling inside her.
His teeth grazed her back as he slid another finger inside her and stilled for a moment, as if he knew he might overwhelm her. But he would not have been the first person to underestimate her, and as he curled his fingers slightly and his thumb resumed that intense circling, she let him know that it was precisely what she desired.
“Och… Och, aye… Murdoch, aye!” she cried, the pulse of his fingertips somehow eliciting a fresh wave of ecstasy, as if there was another bundle of nerves within her that only he knew about.
Between his touch, his kisses, and the whispered words that swirled around in her head, Cecilia was transported to a place that must have been paradise. A place where she had never felt more alive, more vibrant, more free in her life. A place where what she was feeling, her entire body ablaze with pleasure, was nothing sinful or shameful, but something that everyone should experience without fear.
Before long, that unfamiliar sensation of something swelling within her, like a miniature storm in the very center of her being, began to expand and rise and crackle with delicious thunder that rippled through every vein and nerve and limb.
Murdoch seemed to sense the feeling, his fingers responding to her gasps and moans, keeping the rhythm that seemed to control that glorious, building sensation.
Before she could even think of what that feeling might be, it revealed itself with all the force of a true storm. That rippling thunder became bolts of pure, wondrous lighting that crashed through her, tightening every muscle, trapping her breath in her lungs, making her head spin with the power of it—a deluge of raw euphoria rushing through every inch of her being, tearing an almighty scream of bliss out of her throat.
She did not know if she made any coherent words or if they were just sounds, but she cried out her ecstasy, moaning and gasping, her hands gripping the stool even tighter as the overwhelming, earth-shattering sensation pummeled through her.
And this is what I would have denied meself… I would never have kenned this could happen if I hadnae decided to find out.
She thanked the heavens that she had been reckless, not caring if it meant she was no longer ‘pure.’ If this was what it meant to be ‘impure,’ then that rule was made by someone who had not experienced the wonder of it. The paradise of it.
Slowly, and to her trembling disappointment, the powerful sensation began to ebb. With it, Murdoch withdrew his fingers and his skillful thumb. He wrapped an arm around her waist, closed his fingers around her elbow, and carefully pulled her back up.
Then, he held her as she shook, still overcome by the pleasure that had crashed over her. Smaller sparks and pulses still flared within her, but the wave of her conclusion had faded, leaving herso content and relaxed that she did not know if she would be able to stand by herself.
Murdoch bent his head and kissed the curve of her neck, before he eased her down on the dress-covered stool, his actions gentler than ever.
