Page 34 of The Highlander's Virgin Nun
Caelan leaned in further, closing the final few inches between them. He observed Rosaline’s stance, too, not leaning in but not leaning back either. She was egging him on, telling him to get closer, but not meeting him halfway.
She was teasing him.
“Why do I nae show ye, instead of tellin’ ye?”
Rosaline’s skin was alight. She could feel every thin hair on her arms and neck stand to attention as Caelan got closer and closer. Every part of her was bracing for the feel of his touch.
She could hardly believe herself. Once, she had been so unsure of this man, of everyone and everything, and now she was so sure of what she wanted. She felt powerfully in control.
His hand rose from his leg and made its way swiftly but gently to her neck. He slid his fingers through her hair at the back of her neck, his thumb resting just below her jawline. He pulled her even closer towards him, pressing their bodies up against each other until their lips touched once again.
But this kiss was unlike the first one. That had been purposeful, drawn by energy, soft but sparkling. This kiss was sheer passion.
All of Caelan’s movements had intent behind them, applying the slightest pressure just to show her how much he desired her while remaining gentle with her small frame. She felt the tension in his fingers on her neck, which was mirrored by her muscles as she felt her desire grow and grow. His lips were soft on hers but moved with rhythm and purpose. His tongue began exploring hers, licking and lapping.
Finally, the hand that had supported his body on the log slid up the small of her back, underneath the fur wrapped around her body. His fingers ran over the lace of her dress and pulled her in even closer, ensuring there was no breath between them. But Rosaline had no intentions of going anywhere, even as they broke apart for air.
“I hope ye’ve warmed up, because I’m goin’ to have to get rid of this for the show,” Caelan purred, pulling the fur from her shoulders and laying it out on the ground. He did the same with his own.
“Maybe I’ll need yer body for warmth,” Rosaline murmured.
Her response drove him wild.
“Now, that is a riddle I can solve.” Caelan winked.
He lifted her from the log with ease and laid her down on the furs. He planted his knees on either side of her and lowered his left arm beside her head. His right hand slid back through her hair, this time from her temple, gathering her locks in his fingers and tugging them. He kissed her again with the same passion, exploring more and more of her with more and more of him.
Rosaline’s heart raced, and she felt her body coming alive. There was a hot throbbing between her legs, begging for relief, and her knees began to bend and straighten as sudden energy flowed through them.
Eventually, Caelan’s lips left hers and began to trail down the side of her neck. He found tendons and veins with his lips, applying light pressure to either side, making her muscles contract and relax. His breath was warm against the cool night air, and she felt his lips drawing a fiery line, as if it would be visible on her skin. He lingered at her collarbone for a moment, planting open-mouthed kisses on the crevices, making her head loll back as she arched into his touch.
When he felt her lower back lift, he quickly slid his hand underneath it, keeping it and her chest elevated. He moved down her body, this time coming to the square neckline of her dress. With his teeth, he pulled her sleeve down her arm till the swell of her breasts peeked out. He began to untie the laces at the back of her dress as he kissed her breasts.
Rosaline barely held back a moan. She had never been touched in this way, had only been able to imagine it as she stroked her skin. And it was more sensational and arousing than she could have ever dreamed of. Her body was thrumming with desire, and every touch felt magical.
Soon, Caelan had unfastened her dress. He lifted it over her head and tossed it aside. Only her light slip remained, which struggled to contain her hard nipples. He closed his lips over the tip and sucked. Her body melted in his skill, as he traversed areas of her body she had never felt before.
“I told ye I was good,” he whispered, lifting his head for just a moment before returning to worship her breasts.
Rosaline tried to reply, but she could only breathe and writhe and indulge in the experience.
Caelan’s hand slid down her waist, over her hips and thighs, and found the hem of her slip. He pushed it up and bared her sex to the night air. He used his legs to part hers and began to kiss and gently nip her inner thighs. She gripped onto his biceps to steady herself, for she was writhing uncontrollably in pleasure. When he moved his finger ever so lightly between her legs, she had to dig her nails into his arms to keep herself still.
He stroked his finger up and down, slowly massaging her, and her body grew wet for his touch, lubricating his movements. She felt a sensation she had never felt before, as if light flowed through her body, a fire threatening to consume her. And shecravedto feel more.
When Caelan moved lower and traced the path of his finger with his tongue, her back arched, and her head pressed back into the furs underneath her. As he moved his tongue rhythmically back and forth, increasing and decreasing the pressure to keep her guessing, her thighs tensed and her toes curled.
“Now, for the finale,” he muttered, blowing cold air on her wet folds.
In the split second that he was not pleasuring her, she desperately ached for his touch again.
This time, as his tongue returned to her sex, his right hand slid from her thigh and disappeared for a short moment. Just as she began to miss its feel on her, a finger entered her, and her back bowed off the furs. The sensation, shockingly new at first, soon became even more pleasurable than the rest. Caelan slid his finger in and out of her, his tongue still massaging that bundle of nerves above, and her body gave in to the pleasure.
Her fingers gripped his arms harder, and her feet pushed into the ground as a wave of delight washed over her.
Rosaline felt herself almost leave her body, rise above it, and then return after a few seconds as an entirely new woman. Her skin tingled all over, and her muscles finally relaxed after so long of tensing and contracting. Her vision slowly cleared, and her breathing slowed.
“All right,” she sighed, now finally able to talk again. “I can certainly see where yer talents lie.”
