Page 78 of Taken By the Heartless Highlander
Her shaking hands came up to untie the lace at the front that crisscrossed over her chest. She was glad she had worn Fenella’s old dress now.
As her fingers touched the lace, his palm smoothed over her calf, moving slowly upward to her inner thigh.
Her hands fell away as she arched upward, begging for him to touch her with her body, bowing into him as his fingers flirted with the crease at the top of her thigh.
“I told ye to untie yer dress,” he growled, and she moaned as his fingers fluttered over her wet heat, the tip of one pushing inside her, teasing her. “Or will ye insist on bein’ punished again for nae followin’ me direction?”
She groaned, unable to think or do anything besides feel, and with a frustrated snarl, Noah’s hands came up and ripped at the lace at her breast, the fabric splitting open and falling away, exposing her entirely as she arched upward.
His fingers pushed into her body at the same instant, even as he leaned over her and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking against the tight peak and making her cry out wildly, her fingers burying in his hair.
“I cannae—” she gasped, her legs falling open as he lifted his head, his eyes blazing at her as he moved to her neck, his tongue sparking waves of pleasure through her body as he bit and licked at her flesh.
“Stop movin’,” he said gruffly, and she froze, staring into his eyes as he raised himself above her, “I want ye completely still,” he stated as he pulled his hand free from her, only to return with two fingers this time and pushing them into her without hesitation.
She jolted with the indecent pleasure of it, but as she did so, he stopped moving, giving her a warning glare. She froze, looking up at him in confusion.
“Ye will stay still,” he murmured. “Ye will be utterly still, and ye’ll take yer pleasure from me. If ye move, I stop. Is that clear?”
She had never felt such an intense need to obey in her life. She was coming apart, just as he had promised she would, her bare breasts rising and falling as he pleasured her into a frenzy.
“Tell me ye’ll do what I say, Keira. Tell me ye are at me mercy.”
“I’ll obey,” she breathed and was rewarded as he circled his fingers inside her. She forced her body not to move, only closing her eyes at the pleasure of it.
“Say me name.”
“Noah,” she whispered.
“Who is in command of ye?”
“Ye are.”
She screamed as he shoved his fingers deep inside her at those words. Keira was panting heavily, but otherwise, she did not move, her legs utterly still as he pumped his fingers into her over and over again.
She wanted to writhe, scream, and bend to him. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and cling to him. But she was paralyzed, desperate to submit and keep the flame of desire between them burning for as long as possible.
His mouth locked onto her breast again, and she couldn’t help but cry out as the intensity built to an unbearable level. He sucked on it as his fingers crooked inside of her, circling in a wicked spiral as she shivered.
“Please,” she begged.
He ignored her, his mouth moving to the other peak, licking at the site and then coming up to look at her. Their gazes locked, before he covered her lips with his own and pushed his tongue against hers, groaning in ecstasy as his hard length rutted into her.
She wrenched her mouth free, knowing that she was reaching that spiraling, beautiful peak as though she might fall over a waterfall, the pleasure cascading through her and tumbling down into oblivion.
“Please,” she gasped. “Noah, let me touch ye,” she said desperately, and he finally pulled away, his hand slowly pulling free from her body.
He pulled himself to his feet, and his hand extended, pulling her up to stand with him.
“Touch me,” the note of power in his tone was unmistakable.
He gripped her wrist and placed her hand over the front of his trews. He untied them and waited, almost as though he were giving her time to adjust or giving her permission to refuse.
She would not refuse. She wanted to pleasure him as he pleasured her. Her body was still unsatisfied and throbbing with heat, which almost made the experience better as she pushed her hands inside his trews.
She took hold of him, watching as his eyes closed as she began to stroke him to climax.
“Ye are a wicked woman,” he said, his hand cupping her neck as she continued stroking him. “And ye are all mine.”
