Page 66 of Trapped By the Wicked Highlander
"Aye, I do," she whispered.
With a final, desperate kiss, she pulled him back to her, ready to feel everything he had to offer.
Her hands tugged at the fabric of his tunic pulling it up over his head. She let her fingers touch his muscular arms, shoulders, and down his firm chest.
A devious smirk crossed his face as he pushed her skirts up to her waist. He went to work removing her underthings, untying laces, until she shimmied them off.
"I've longed to look at ye again," Hunter groaned as he moved lower down her body.
She gasped when he kissed her sweet center. Softly brushing his lips against her, teasing and licking.
Cassandra crumpled the fabric of the wool blanket beneath them in her fists as the sensation of his touch sent a shiver through her.
"More… once more," she said.
"Aye, like last time?" he asked.
She blushed. "Aye," she said remembering how it felt the last time he pleasured her.
Hunter pressed his tongue on her, playfully tapping her rosebud. The skill he presented in flicking back and forth drove her wild. Cassandra arched her back and opened her thighs wider.
Hunter groaned at her response and in his excitement moved his tongue faster and faster until she moaned like a banshee beneath him, wild and untamed.
"I'm… I’m losin’ meself," she whispered. With those words she felt the tremor rock through her, shaking her to her core.
Hunter moved his body until his hips were between her legs and his lips pressed against hers. He whispered between kisses.
"Have I made ye feel good, lass?"
"Aye," she whispered. "I want ye to feel the same."
With this encouragement he pushed the tip of himself inside of her. Cassandra pressed her fingers into his strong back as they locked eyes. She thought that she could never love anyone as much as him.
I want him to take me.
With encouragement from a nod of her head, Hunter pushed deeper inside of her. She moaned softly.
Cassandra felt the satisfaction move through her of finally experiencing this man inside her. She had longed for it and now it felt better than she ever imagined. His manhood sliding in and out of her, created a growing pulse between her thighs.
Sensual delightful sensations built up inside of her ready to explode as Hunter moved his hips. Time stood still as he slowly made love to her. She could feel him deep within.
The weight of his body pressed her into the soft grass under the blanket. Feeling his strength on her, she pressed kisses into his shoulder.
"Lass, I daenae ken how much longer I can hold on," he groaned.
"I want to please ye," she said.
With those words, he released inside of her. Both blissfully tremored with pleasure as they lay under the Scottish sky.
EPILOGUE
The day of Cassandra and Hunter’s wedding arrived, the sun shining brightly over the hills of McDougal Castle. The air was fresh with the scent of wildflowers, and the sky was clear, as if the very heavens themselves had blessed this union.
The guests gathered outside, the soft hum of conversation filling the air as they awaited the ceremony. The stone courtyard, decorated with vibrant garlands of heather and ivy, was a sight to behold, with a large fire pit crackling at the center, its warmth providing a comforting glow in the cool autumn air.
Hunter stood at the front of the gathered crowd, his eyes filled with anticipation as he waited for Cassandra to appear. His broad shoulders were squared, and his jaw was set in determination, but there was a softness to his expression that only those who knew him well could see.
The McDougal and McAllister clans, along with their allies, stood in eager silence, all of them awaiting the moment when thetwo would be joined in matrimony. Among the guests was Laird MacKinnon, Ruben Miller, a tall and imposing figure who had long been an ally to both clans, his dark hair and sharp eyes a testament to his strength and experience.
