Page 85 of The Highlander's Auctioned Hellion
“Other than beneath me, I dinnae ken, but I could tie ye to me bedpost again and let ye find out for yerself.”
Lydia felt an ache form in her chest as she swallowed, scoffing to hide her disappointment.
“You have told me again and again how you do not want anything to do with me,” she said bitterly.
His hand ran over her arms as he repositioned himself above her.
“Is that what ye think?”
“Iknowit. You told me this marriage was a convenience, that my only duty was to those girls.”
She shuddered as he rubbed his hard length between her legs. The nightgown rode up, and her mind went blank as she imagined what it would be like for him to simply push inside her now and begin thrusting in earnest.
A rush of heat made her groan as she widened her legs. Callum chuckled above her.
“Stop torturing me, wife,” he muttered, rubbing his nose against her neck. “I swear, ye will be the death of me one of these days.”
His hands went around her wrists, raising them above her head and pressing her down into the mattress.
“You don’t want me,” she said softly.
Her breath hitched as he began kissing her neck, the tip of his tongue touching her skin and making her whole body come alive.
“If I dinnae want ye then why am I touchin’ ye?” he asked, his right hand releasing her wrists even as the left kept them pinned.
“I couldn’t say,” she replied, a cry falling from her lips as his hand skimmed over her shoulder and came to rest on her breast.
“Maybe I should explain meself,” he mused. “As soon as I saw ye in that gown, I couldnae think of anythin’ but peelin’ ye out of it.”
His fingers curled over the hem of her nightgown, and Lydia writhed beneath him as he ripped it clean away, tearing the fabric and exposing her completely.
Her breasts were hard in the cold air, and he descended on them, his tongue lapping at her flesh as his teeth scraped against her, making her groan.
“Dae ye like that?” he asked.
Lydia couldn’t reply, her skin rippling with sensation as he sucked at her, licking with gentle bites across her body.
His right hand was wandering, sliding down her waist, and moving to the top of her thigh, flirting at the join of her legs as she opened for him.
Lifting his head, he moved up her body, meeting her gaze as he pushed one finger against her wet entrance. Lydia moaned as he captured her mouth with his.
His tongue drove inside, licking against hers, tangling together in a wicked dance as his thick finger moved further into her.
She pushed her hips up into him, reveling in the feeling, but let out a cry of protest as he pulled free.
In an instant, his large hands had gripped her waist, and he hauled her up, lifting her effortlessly to the corner of the bed, her back pressed against the post.
He straddled the mattress, putting his legs on either side of the post as they dangled toward the floor. Then he placed her spread thighs against his legs.
She gasped as she felt the evidence of his pleasure push against her.
“Dinnae worry, lass. I willnae take ye tonight. All the same, I would still like to look at me glorious wife.”
Lydia looked down as Callum’s eyes did the same, traveling over the golden plains of her skin, illuminated by the candle flame.
Her breasts were exposed, her legs split wide against his body. She could feel the thick length of him pressing between herlegs, and she rolled against him, watching his eyes close at the movement.
“Dae that again,” he murmured, and she obliged as he gripped her tighter, groaning as he pulled her roughly into him, claiming her mouth as he speared his tongue inside her.
