Page 74 of The Highlander's Virgin Nun
Caelan led them towards the stables and paused halfway.
“Look up,” he whispered, stepping behind her and wrapping his arms around her to encase her small bump.
Rosaline leaned her head back against her husband’s chest and did as he asked. She saw the darkness of the sky—at first, black, then changing to a dark navy the longer she stared—and the stars twinkling above her. She had looked at the stars before, drawing lines between them and trying to find the pictures she had read about in books. But tonight, she savored them individually.
“See how some are brighter than others? How do some seem to glow and diminish, and others seem more constant? Some even have a blue or pink hue.”
Rosaline had never noticed that before, but now that she was prompted by Caelan’s questions, she could, in fact, see it.
She nodded back into his chest. “Hmm.”
“I have been all over Scotland, and nay matter where I am, I can look up and see the same stars. Sometimes, I like to think of them as people, so I always have me family with me. I even gave ye one.”
Caelan pointed to the star he had chosen for her, and it made her smile.
“Once our bairn is born, I shall match him or her to a star that suits them too, and then we will always be able to see one another.”
This creative tenderness was something she adored about Caelan. For a man with so much strength and power, who had fought so many battles, his heart was pure. He loved deeply when he gave in to it.
Slowly, his hand rose from her belly and trailed to her hair. He brushed it gently over her shoulders, baring her neck to the night air and he planted a soft kiss on her clavicle. Rosaline arched her neck, letting his breath heat her skin.
He lifted his head, took her hand, and guided her to the stables, where no one could see them. As soon as they stepped through the door, he turned her around, backed her up against the wooden wall, and kissed her deeply. His hands ran up her waist and pulled her closer so that their bodies were pressed up against one another. Rosaline felt heat coil in her belly as she braced herself for the pleasure she was about to receive.
When Caelan had been recovering from his injury, she had been insistent that they take things slow. She didn’t want him to hurt himself, and more so, she was afraid she would hurt him. But now, she could sense his urgency—he would wait no longer.
“Caelan.” She giggled as his lips moved down her chin, her neck, to the low square neckline of her dress.
“Nay one can see us,” he reassured her. “Come here.”
He led her further into a pen at the end of the stables. It was rarely used and always kept full of fresh hay for the other pens. Caelan walked her in and turned her around. He began to untie the laces at the back of her dress and kissed her again.
She found it terribly hard to resist his kisses, and so any objection she had died on her tongue. In fact, she quite enjoyed feeling the cold night air on her skin as he started peeling her clothes away. She felt his kisses linger on her skin.
“I ken ye wanted me to be careful, Rosaline, but I cannae hold back any longer,” Caelan moaned, nibbling on her earlobe and running his hands over the parts of her body he had missed.
He dropped her dress to the ground and kicked it away. He pulled her slip over her head and laid it down on a barrel of hay so that she would have something soft to lie on. Then, he brushed her hair over her shoulders and held her for a moment.
He took a step back and admired her naked body. As his eyes roamed over her, Rosaline could swear she saw a mound rising beneath his kilt.
“I dinnae ken how I got so lucky. I found the most beautiful woman in the world by chance in a forest.”
Rosaline blushed at his compliment. She was not used to such praise, but the desire in his eyes when he looked at her always made her feel invincible. It made her feel attractive and powerful. She got giddy on the feeling alone.
“Well,” Rosaline whispered, taking a step back and lowering herself onto the barrel of hay. She propped herself up on her elbows, arching her back and pushing up her breasts. “Ye better come show me how lucky I am, so that I decide to stay.”
Caelan chuckled at the tease. He undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off to reveal his chiseled body. Rosaline traced the lines of muscle on his torso down to the V at his waist. He unbuckled the belt of his kilt and lowered it slowly. She followed that V downwards, and her body flushed when she saw his hard member.
He knelt down on the ground and moved towards her. He placed his hands on her knees and slid them up her thighs until he reached her mound. Using his thumbs, he parted her legs and kissed her inner thighs. Rosaline let her upper body fall backward and relax. She adored what the man could do with his tongue, and she waited for it impatiently.
Caelan took his time on his way up, teasing her by getting closer and then pulling away. She almost grabbed his arm and pulled him onto her, but there was no need.
Suddenly, his warm, wet tongue flicked against her folds, and she let out a sigh of pure pleasure. His tongue slid up and down her slit, applying the perfect amount of pressure to stimulate her. The friction awoke nerves that made her blood sing in her veins, and she grew even wetter for him.
He quickened his pace, and her fingers sought him out. She grabbed onto his biceps as the pleasure washed over her in a perfect wave. Her head pushed back into the hay, and a moan escaped her lips. She had to cover her mouth quickly with her hand to stifle the noise, in case someone heard it and came to investigate. Her body lit up as she climaxed, and Caelan only stopped his ministrations once he felt her go lax.
“That was just the warm-up,” he whispered as he crawled up her body.
“I cannae wait for the full show,” she whispered back, a smile spreading across her lips.
