Page 102 of Taken By the Heartless Highlander
He groaned, resting his head against her forehead as he saw her answering smile.
“I shall never live that down.”
“Never,” she said happily. “Ye have been quite clear that this union is to keep me safe.”
Noah felt himself harden in his trews as he pushed her up onto the table, and her legs widened to accommodate him.
“Is that so?” he asked, running his hands over her body as he looked over her glorious curves, desperate to feel her against him once more.
“It is,” she breathed. “I think perhaps I shall need me own wing of the castle, seein’ as we are livin’ separate lives, and ye will nae be able to touch me without me permission.”
Noah growled, his lips coming down against her neck as he licked at her skin, scraping his teeth against the underside of her jaw as she gasped in his arms.
“Ye daenae wish me to touch ye, lass?”
“N—nay,” she stammered. “Ye must, och, god, ye must keep yer distance.”
He punched his hips forward as his hands smoothed over her back and her rounded buttocks, squeezing them as she arched into his chest, her head falling back, and he was finally able to run his greedy fingers through her hair.
“I wouldnae allow it,” he said darkly, “I would pretend I wouldnae touch ye, and then I would come to yer room and order ye to pleasure me, just as ye begged me to.”
She moaned as he took her mouth again, ravaging it with his tongue and thrusting against hers until she was a quivering mess beneath him, his hips rocking against her legs over and over again as her hands gripped his shoulders desperately.
“I would take ye whenever I wanted,” he muttered, his fingers coming up to unlace her dress. “Ye’d refuse me, would ye?” he asked as he pulled the fabric away from her chest, wrenching her undergarments away from her and exposing her breasts.
“I think ye’d plead with me to go back on me word, ye’d tell me ye’d give yerself to me, just as ye did when ye asked me to make ye me mistress.”
* * *
Keira was desperate for his touch, unable to pull in a full breath.
Her head fell back as a wanton sound was wrenched from her throat as Noah’s mouth lowered over her nipple and sucked it into his mouth without mercy.
After an eternity, he released her, the peak now hard and pert as he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Maybe I’d refuse ye,” he continued, his hands releasing her as she watched him pull at her dress, lifting the layers of it away until only a strip of fabric covered her body at her waist. “I’d make ye wild with need before I finally had ye.”
“Please,” she sobbed as his fingers moved to her bud and massaged it as she shivered and jolted at the pleasure running through her.
“Are ye beggin’?” he asked.
“Yes! Ach, there!” she shouted, finally letting the pleasure overwhelm her.
His fingers pushed inside her, circling against her flesh until her legs came up to wrap around his waist. She lay back on the table, arching away from the wood as he pushed another finger inside her.
Before she could think or ask him for more, his head was between her legs, and his mouth lapped at the folds of her body as he thrust inside her until she was half mad with lust.
“Noah,” she panted, “Noah, I need ye.”
He finally released her, coming up to lean over her. He paused, watching her carefully, his hands gentling on her thighs.
“Are ye sure?” he asked softly. “We can wait. I’ll have ye as me wife, and I’ll worship yer body until ye cannae breathe.”
She shook her head. “I want ye. I need to feel ye.”
Kiera’s heart was bursting with love as she looked at him. Everything in her world aligning in a way she had never imagined possible.
He lowered over her, covering her lips with his own as she tasted herself on his tongue, feeling the long length of him brush against her body, and she moaned into his mouth.
