Page 57 of Trapped with the Vicious Highlander
Stopping right at the hem of her undergarments, his finger grazed her folds, and she arched into it. She wanted more than just his fingers caressing her body. She wanted more than just his lips kissing her breasts and his tongue lapping at her nipples. She wanted more, and he knew that. He was probably going to make her ask for it. Make herbegfor it.
That was going to be her punishment.
“You’ll have to try harder than that, My Laird.” She finally found her voice, making it sound like she was holding her own, even though her body continued to quiver beneath his touch, beneath his hot breath.
“Really?”
Without warning, Brodrick lifted her off the chair and pulled her on his lap, his hands guiding her hips in a steady, grinding motion. Ava let out a loud gasp as her hands reached for his neck. His lips worked their way up her chest, then her neck, then her chin, before eventually crashing onto hers.
His kiss mimicked the grinding motion he was guiding her into. She could feel the bulge in his dark trousers right underneath her. She could feel him press against her, hard and throbbing.
“I intend to punish ye tonight, Ava,” he whispered.
The way he said her name sent shivers down her spine, causing her to arch into him further.
He rocked her back and forth, his hands steady on her hips, the movement quickening as the minutes ticked by.
Soon, Ava was lost in a haze, picturing water flowing right at the edge of a mountain. The slightest air, the slightest tug, and even the slightest push would push the water completely against the mountain and make it flow down the cliff furiously. She had drawn to the very edge, and she wanted to fall off.
Brodrick seemed to notice because he stopped.
Ava gasped, her eyes widening.
He stopped?
“Did you just?—”
“Nae so fast, Ava.”
Before she could understand what was happening, he rose from the chair, his grip still tight on her. Then, he placed her on the chair, her back pressing against the hardwood. She was spread out now like a queen waiting to be worshipped, and her heart rate quickened as Brodrick took a step back to fully examine her. To see exactly what he was about to worship to completion.
He went down on his knees, pulled her hips to the edge of the chair, and dove in. Ava felt his stubble first, then his lips, then his hot wet tongue and the way it seemed to cover her and keep her exposed almost at the same time. Her hands reached for the edges of the chair, and she gripped them as tightly as she could.
His tongue flicked, licked, and stabbed into her, every feeling, every sensation coaxing moans out of her. Her vision narrowed on the moon above, as if a wave of understanding had passed between them. As if the moon knew her and, for some reason,smiledat her.
Brodrick sucked on her harder, his lips tightening around her like he was squeezing the juice from an orange. Then, she felt it.
One finger.
Her breath hitched.
Two fingers.
She couldn’t stifle her moans any longer. Brodrick reached out and clamped a hand over her mouth.
“I didnae tell ye to make any sound now, did I?”
Ava wanted to protest, but her soul almost left her body when she felt three fingers inside her.
Brodrick stared at her, his gaze dark as his fingers slid in and out of her. At first, they were slow and through, like a snake looking into a tight cave, then tight and constant, his other hand still covering her mouth.
“Ye’re receivin’ yer punishment, remember?”
Her eyes found the moon again, and she could almost swear the smile on its face grew wider.
Faster.
Her grip tightened on the edges of the chair, as if the slightest falter would make her fall.
