Page 58 of Marry the Highland Villain
She cried out for more of Conall’s touch.
Desire, it seemed, was stronger.
His breath ghosted over her again, then his hands touched the inside of her thighs. “Open for me, Brigid.”
The low, deep, honeyed, and smoky tone of his voice, like velvet and steel, coaxed her response out of her, and she pulled her legs apart obediently, revealing her most secret places to his gaze.
“Och, I can see how much ye want me. Ye’re so moist, so ready…”
His breath slid over her, warm like the caress of a summer breeze, ruffling the hairs on her sex and cooling the dampness between her thighs, even as her core tingled with a fresh pulse of need.
He bent closer, and Brigid cried out, the sound low and muffled with surprise as his tongue slid across the seam of her sex, tasting the dampness of her arousal. Her body arched, shuddering as a sensation like lightning danced over and through her.
His tongue stroked her again, pressing more firmly, tasting her. Brigid quivered under the sensation, her body trembling with the force of her desire.
Conall’s tongue caressed her again, then slipped between the outer lips of her sex, gliding light and teasing across her inner folds. The next stroke of his tongue went deeper, plunging inside her and leaving her gasping with pleasure and need as he licked her.
Conall’s hands gripped her thighs, opening her legs wider to give him greater access. His thumbs parted the lips of her sex, and the cool air on her most intimate and secret places made Brigid shiver with delight and desire. She arched into him as his tongue slid over her again, tasting her, caressing and claiming her in the most intimate way.
Conall’s mouth found a small nub, and the pressure of his tonguetherecaused Brigid to cry out, gasping as a bolt of pure pleasure shot to her core. Conall made an amused sound and licked her again, then sucked lightly on the pleasure point.
Brigid cried out, her whole body arching as a wave of pleasure and need swept over her. “Conall… Conall… I…”
But words escaped her. She could feel her walls clenching, the heat rising to a feverish level, every part of her crying out with need and aching with the desire for more. Her arousal soaked her sex, and Conall lapped at it, drinking her up even as his touch drove her higher.
She could feel something a little like standing on a cliff, about to launch oneself from the edge, but with a certainty of being able to fly. It was unfamiliar but intoxicating, and as Conall pulled back from her, leaving her cold and needy, her body aching with desire, she stared up at him pleadingly.
“Conall…”
Her voice was a breathless moan, her cheeks burning, her whole body filled with need, and all she could seem to say was his name.
“Conall…”
“I ken, lass.” His hand slid across the wet curls that adorned her sex, then down between her legs and into her slick folds. “But I told ye I’d take my time with ye, Brigid, and I meant it.”
It was a small consolation that his voice was a husky, raw growl, as full of need as her own. But then he slid one finger inside her, and suddenly Brigid found herself incapable of further thought.
There was no room for anything in her mind but Conall’s hand covering her, his callused finger pressing slowly and carefully into her. Her body stretched around him, the feeling of being filled offering a burn that was more pleasure than pain.
Brigid shifted restlessly as he pressed into her, wanting more.
Conall continued to press into her until his finger was buried to the knuckle. Brigid gasped as he rocked his hand, withdrawing a bit before pressing deeper. Every movement sent fire dancing through her body, the sensations of pleasure, pressure, and need combining into a single, all-encompassing desire formore.
A second finger found its way into her, and she shivered with pleasure. Her whole body tingled, everything coiling tighter with each wave of sensation. Even the slightest movement of Conall’s fingers made her shudder, writhing around his hand.
The pressure built, pleasure and heat spiraling high as they had before, then higher, taking her to the edge of something…
Conall pulled his hand back, and Brigid whimpered, feeling the emptiness and theneedbetween her legs.
“Conall…” she said again, his name still the only word in her head.
There was a whisper of fabric from somewhere above her, and she managed to focus just long enough to see Conall’s kilt tossed aside, his erection thick and heavy and hot as he lay down and rolled over to cover her body with his own. She felt his rigid length against her thigh and parted her legs so he could settle into the cradle of her hips.
“Och, ye’re enough to drive a man mad…” His voice was a low growl, his eyes hot with the same aching need she felt as he held himself above her, hips shifting until the head of hisshaft pressed against her entrance. “If ye kenned how much I’ve wanted this, Brigid…”
His voice shuddered into stillness as he pressed forward, the head of his shaft pressing slowly past her wet folds. His manhood was larger than his fingers, stretching and filling her to the point that pleasure mingled with just the tiniest edge of pain. The heat of him inside her made her whole body ache to feel him deeper.
She wanted all of him, to feel him as deep inside as possible. She thrust her hips up toward his, and he groaned, his muscular body shuddering as he slipped deeper into her.
