Page 57 of The Highlander's Auctioned Hellion
“And what are these?” he asked.
“My future gowns,” she said stiffly.
“Aye. Were ye savin’ them to see which one I liked?”
“I shall wear what I want,” she said firmly, and for the first time, she saw a real smile spread over his face.
The scars on either side bunched up, but the heat in his eyes almost stopped her breath.
“Is that so?” he asked, throwing them beside her and lowering himself over her body. “So ye dinnae wish to ken which color might send me wild with desire?” he asked.
Lydia groaned again as she felt the hard length of him rocking between her legs. She was shaking with need now, unable to say anything more as he ran his hands over her body.
His weight pressed against her as she cried out, finally losing the battle with herself, and raked her hands down his back, feeling her nails scratching at his skin.
She gasped as his giant hand pulled her forearms down, grippingher wrists against one enormous palm. He pushed them roughly upward, pinning them above her head.
“I have had enough scars for this lifetime, lass, but if ye cannae control yerself, I can remedy that.”
Lydia moaned as she watched him pick up one of the lengths of fabric and twist it around his palm. In the next instant, he had tied it securely around her wrists, the other end around a chair leg.
Her hands were immobile.
“Now ye dinnae get to touch me, just as I promised,” he said with a smirk, and Lydia sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers began pulling at the hem of her skirts.
He tugged them up and over her waist as he made short work of unlacing her stays and pulling her undergarments to the floor.
Callum grunted as they caught on her shoes and pulled everything roughly away until she was completely exposed to him.
“Now, let’s see if abeastcan make ye moan,” he said as his dark head lowered beneath the line of her dress, and she shuddered as a wet tongue lapped at the entrance to her body.
“W—what are you doing?” she whispered, her stomach quivering.
“I am pleasurin’ me future wife,” Callum said. “And I only wish to hear ye moanin’ now. No more talk.”
Lydia couldn’t hold back her cries as his tongue lapped between her legs, the pleasure spangling like sharp sparks over her skin.
Her panting breaths and the sound of the fire were the only noise in the room as Callum grabbed her legs, pushing them upward so her knees were bent against her waist as he entered her with his tongue.
Lydia was groaning, writhing beneath him, shameless and lost to the pleasure. After a moment or two of his exquisite tongue, she moaned as she felt something blunt begin to push into her.
“Oh God,” she gasped, raising her head to watch him push his finger inside her, working it to the knuckle. He crooked it upward, and Lydia threw her head back, striking the carpet with a dull thud.
There was a chuckle from beneath her as his hand came up to cradle the back of her head.
“Dinnae hurt yerself, I havenae even heard ye scream, yet.”
Lydia’s body lifted off the rug beneath her as a second finger joined the first, and she shuddered and twisted beneath him, reveling in the pleasure this man could bring her.
There was a roar from deep in her body as he pushed his fingers further inside, his tongue still lapping at the sensitive nub as she reached her peak.
She screamed, body bowed from the floor, arching toward him as he watched her find her release.
As she collapsed down, he gently removed his fingers, lowering himself on top of her, his lips crushing against her own, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as the firelight played across his skin.
“Now ye ken what it is to have a beast, M’Lady.”
CHAPTER 16
