Page 53 of Taken By the Heartless Highlander
“Ye have strayed from me castle, lass,” he said, his lips brushing her neck, “and ye must face the consequences.”
Keira melted into his arms at his words, and he felt himself harden further at the lust and need in her eyes.
“Will ye take yer punishment, lass, or will ye fight me?” he asked as her fingers smoothed over his shoulders, gentling over his bandaged arm, as they circled around his neck.
“What will ye do to me?” she asked in a whisper, almost as though the question had been forced from her against her will.
Noah pushed himself against her, his hands moving down her waist, over her thighs. He lifted them so she had to latch her legs around his body, and she moaned as he rocked his hard length against the join of her legs.
Her head fell back, and he could not help running his tongue over that bronzed skin as she gripped him even tighter. Her own hips pushed against him, the friction he so desperately needed almost bringing him to the edge.
“Ye will take what I give ye, lass, and ye’ll beg me for it,” he growled.
“What if I fight ye,” she whispered, “what if I daenae let ye touch me?”
He thrust his hips more forcefully against her, just to hear her cry out for him.
“Was it nae ye who begged me to take ye?” he asked, kissing up her neck, searching for her mouth. “Take me as yer mistress, ye said to me, and ye wanted me to have ye right there, standin’ helpless against the wall, lettin’ me do whatever I wanted with ye.”
She shuddered, her nails digging into his back, low moans falling from her lips as he scraped his teeth against her neck.
“I would have done it, too. I would have taken ye just to hear ye moan me name. Feelin’ yer heat. Touchin’ yer skin.”
He kissed his way along her jaw until he finally took her lips with his own. He shoved her forcefully into the bank of the loch so that she was pinned between it and his body.
She was higher than him on the bank, her mouth urgent, her body slick and smooth. She rubbed against him as their tongues tangled with one another, her groans mingling with his as he took what he wanted from her.
His hand tangled in her hair, and pulled hard against the roots. He wrenched her mouth from his and forced her to look at him. She panted above him, her eyes a storm cloud of need as she mimicked his hold on his hair and pulled down just as hard.
“Ye are a witch indeed,” he muttered, rocking his hips against her, watching as her eyes closed with pleasure. “What should I do with ye, I wonder. What might teach ye a lesson?” he asked as she trembled, the last rays of the sun beating down on them.
She was silhouetted against a crimson sky, her body perfect above his, the most stunning sight he had ever seen.
She let out a startled cry as he dropped her back down into the water and brought his hand up to the neck of her undergarments. He pulled it down, exposing her breast, and latching his mouth onto the peak of it without a moment’s thought.
“Ah! Ye shouldnae—” but her hand was pushing his head against her, her chest coming up to meet him as he licked at the stiff peak and sucked it into his mouth over and over.
He let go only to look up at her, using all his strength to throw her up and onto the bank. She gasped in shock as she fell against it, her legs splayed wide, almost exposing her, staring down at him in surprise.
Noah pulled himself from the water, waves cascading off him and onto her waiting body as he lay on top of her, rutting against her as she cried out for more.
He pinned her hands above her head as the other moved between her legs, pulling the fabric of her dress up to her hips until he finally felt the hot mound of her flesh between his fingers.
“Do ye wish me to stop?” he asked, rubbing his finger slowly against her.
“Nay, dinnae ye dare,” she said as he finally sank a finger slowly inside of her, the wet, tight heat making him groan as he lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking on it even as he pushed his finger more forcibly inside her body, making her cry out with pleasure.
“Am I hurtin’ ye?” he asked.
“Nay, nay, keep goin’. I cannae stand it; it feels so good.”
He had never been so aroused in his life. He could barely hold back from claiming her as he wanted. He pushed his finger into her more deeply as she began to rock her hips against him. Her hands, still pinned above her head, were clenching and unclenching against the grass of the bank. A full-body shudder ran through her as she groaned, tightening around his fingers.
“Can ye take another?” he asked. She looked down at him, surprise on her face as she contemplated that new idea. “Ye tell me if it hurts,” he said gently, releasing her wrists as he pulled her dress up and over her waist. “Watch me lass, watch me pleasure ye.”
As her eyes settled on his fingers, he placed them in his own mouth, sucking on them to wet them and then returning them to her body. He slowly pushed them both inside her, and she came apart for him, crying out and keening against the ground, wild with pleasure.
“Ye’ll take this, lass,” he murmured, “ye’ll take yer punishment like ye should, and ye’ll do as I say from now on.”
