Page 41 of Trapped By the Wicked Highlander
"Ye are a bonnie lass," he groaned as his hands moved over her chest.
She moaned in response. As he kissed her lips, his hand dipped into the neckline of her dress until his fingers found her taught nipple.
"Oh, Hunter," she whispered.
"Aye, lass?" he growled.
"Yer touch, it sets me aflame" she responded.
"And ye set me to madness," he said. With that he unlaced a few laces down her dress and pushed down her corset, releasing her milky white breasts.
"I've never seen anythin' so beautiful," he said.
He kissed down her chest until his lips rested over her breast, kissing and licking. His tongue teased her rosy nipple, while his hand gave full attention to the other.
He felt her hands move along his shoulders and down his arm, then back up again.
“I feel a need to touch every part of ye,” she moaned.
“I have the same need, Cassandra,” he growled.
He felt her hands greedily pull at his tunic pulling it up over his body until it rested on the floor. His eyes moved to her hands as she moved them up and down his rigid abs. The slow movement set his skin ablaze under her touch.
“Lass, yer hands are magic,” he said.
“A healer’s hands indeed ken how to touch,” she said softly.
He inhaled a sharp breath of air as her hand moved lower and lower down his chest to his belly. With soft circular motions she moved further and further until her fingers moved along his belt. He groaned.
Their eyes locked. He watched her bite her lower lip as she allowed her hand to go further down and rest on his hard staff.
“Careful lass, there’s nothing but the cloth of me kilt between yer hand and me,” he said.
“Aye, ‘tis how I want to keep it for now, but I couldnae keep me curiosity concealed,” she said.
He saw the glint in her eye before she gently moved her hand up and down along his thick member. His groan echoed in the room with each movement of her hand.
“That feels good. I will lose me wits,” he whispered. “Ye’ll need to stop.”
“What will ye do to stop me?” she teased.
He bent his head down to take her breast in his mouth, allowing his tongue to move gently over her skin. While his hand moved between her thighs and landed on her sweet center.
“Oh,” Cassandra moaned as she arched her back.
“Now I have yer attention, lass,” he groaned.
Hunter was delighted in her reaction as he moved his finger up and down her slit, on top of the fabric of her dress and she wiggled under him like a banshee.
He felt her fingers press into the bare skin of his shoulders as his kisses pressed against her nipple, then the other, all while his fingers worked.
"I must taste more of ye," he murmured.
With his strong hands he lifted her skirts, pushing them up her legs until the fabric rested at her waist. He skillfully removed her underthings, layer by layer as he felt her hands on his shoulders, encouraging him.
He moved between her thighs placing soft kisses on her skin, slowly at first, then with a quicker pace. He felt Cassandra's hands move through his hair as he trailed kisses from her thighs toward her warm center.
He listened to her soft moans as his mouth moved to her sweetness and kissed and licked, teasing and pleasuring her.
