Page 51 of Saved By the Cruel Highlander
Elias chuckled. He looked at her, and she lowered her head. What she said was the truth. How could she think about anyone else when in the presence of someone like the Laird?
“Well, if ye cannae think about anythin’ or anyone else when ye are with me, I’ll have to leave ye with somethin’ that will help ye forget about any other man when ye arenae with me.”
“Wh-What will ye do to me?” Holly asked.
“I’ll make ye feel what nay other man can,” Elias said.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Elias leaned forward and grabbed the back of Holly’s head. He held her firmly and pressed his lips to hers, pulling back a second later. He lunged forward and took her bottom lip between his teeth, biting just hard enough for her to moan.
“Have ye had too much?” he asked. “Can ye nae take any more?”
Holly shook her head quickly. “Aye—I mean, nay. I can take more.” Everything he did to her made her feel alive. “Please kiss me.”
Elias smirked and ran his fingers through her hair, gripping tight to claim her. He moved forward again, pressing his lips firmly to hers once more. He held the kiss a second longer and nipped her lip, but he didn’t take it between his teeth this time.
Holly gasped and smiled nervously.
“How about that?” Elias challenged.
It felt like they were the only people in the world. The breeze shifted around them, and the horses shuffled, but everything else was still.
“Aye, I want…” Holly trailed off.
“Ye cannae even talk, can ye? Ye’ve forgotten all about him, have ye nae?” Elias asked.
“About who?” Holly breathed.
“Aye, who,” Elias replied with a smirk. “Ye willnae think of him again.”
“Wait,” Holly begged. “Dinnae stop yet. Please, ye need to make me learn how to forget everythin’.”
“Aye? Are ye in need of a lesson so ye only think of me from now on?” Elias asked sternly.
“Aye, I am,” Holly admitted. “I am to be yer wife, and I must only think of ye. That is how it should be, is it nae?”
“Then how about this?”
Elias didn’t lean in this time. He pulled Holly toward him, pressing his lips against hers, but he didn’t stop there. Hepushed out his tongue, parting her lips with ease and delving into her mouth. Before she could even move, he licked at her tongue and then tussled with it.
She tasted the ale he had recently drunk and the sweetness of fruit. He tilted his head to the side, constantly holding her by the head. He widened his mouth, forcing hers open more.
His musk tickled her nostrils, and she drank him in. The warmth of his lips and tongue, his masculine scent, the breeze touching her cheek like a silken napkin, the taste of his intimacy, and the firmness of his hand on her head, claiming her as his. If he asked her who she belonged to, she would tell him readily.
I belong to ye.
Then, the kiss was broken, and Holly took a shaky, deep breath after forgetting her basic functions while his lips had been mauling hers. She let it out, trying and failing to remain quiet. Her body quivered after the kiss. She looked at Elias before her, his hand still warm on the back of her head.
“How about now?” he asked.
His brown eyes were narrowed. The corners squeezed a little, elongating them and making them more almond-shaped. And in them, the golden flecks glowed brighter, dancing in the morning breeze.
I cannae think of anythin’ but ye.
“I beg ye nae to stop,” Holly said. “Ye cannae stop now when ye make me feel like this.”
Elias raised an eyebrow. “I can do whatever I like.”
