Page 56 of The Cruel Highlander's Healer
She didn’t have time to react before his mouth was crashing into hers. His fingers twined in her hair, tugging her head back to expose the hollow of her throat.
Conall trailed kisses along her jaw and then down her neck. Eliza’s breath became shallow, her hands coming up to rake scratches down his back.
The fabric of his tunic caught beneath her nails. It wasn’t enough, she needed to feel flesh.
She pawed at his shirt, her hands fisting as she tugged at the fabric trying to lift it. But Conall growled, fingers wrapping around her wrist as he wrenched them away from him.
He stepped back, brown eyes flashing before he claimed her mouth once more. Conall kept her hands bound, not allowing her to reach for him.
It drove her mad. She needed to touch him, needed to feel him. When his tongue darted out and parted her lips, she moaned low in the back of her throat. It swirled into her mouth, dancing with hers.
She arched her back, pressing her exposed breasts into his chest. Not breaking their kiss, Conall released her hands and reached below to cup her backside.
In one swift movement, he lifted her off the ground and wrapped her legs around him. The feeling of him between her thighs, the pressure of it, it was enough to drive Eliza mad.
She panted against his mouth as he walked forward, guiding her toward the bed.
He set her on the edge of the bed, breaking their kiss once more. With sure, practiced hands, he pushed her back.
The mattress crinkled below them as she sat back, allowing him to kiss along her cheek and down to her jaw.
Conall nipped and kissed along the hollow of her throat and then to her collarbone. His large hand came up and tugged gently at her nipple.
A moan wrenched itself from her lips as she arched her back, her hand fisted in the sheets as pleasure and need warred within her. He kept kissing, the scruff of his beard grating into her skin as he continued along his path.
Down her stomach, closer and closer to her center, before Conall finally and deliciously dropped to his knees. His brown eyes flicked up to her, a question written on his handsome, scarred face.
“Please,” she begged, knowing that if he did not touch her, did not claim her, she might burst.
With a feral growl, Conall bent forward. His mouth grazed over her sex, his tongue darting out to part her folds. His sweet breath danced along her skin, lighting her flesh on fire.
He kissed the mound at the apex of her thighs, his fingers parting her.
She looked down at him, his face framed between her breasts and thighs. The look on his face was nothing short of euphoric the moment before he dived for her.
His mouth latched onto her most sensitive part, that perfect nub at the apex of her thighs, sending immediate waves of pleasure wracking through her.
“Conall!” Eliza called, already overwhelmed with the feel of it.
His only response was to growl, the deep sound reverberating against her sex and wracking her with another jolt of pleasure. His tongue darted out, swirling along the most sensitive part of her, driving her mad.
Her hands clawed at the sheets, her hips bucking as he continued to devour her. Eliza had never been touched by a man. Not like this.
She had shared chaste kisses, had even shared the one heated kiss with Conall. But never had she exposed herself to a man. She had never even truly considered it.
Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that it could feel like this.
Conall continued to nip and suck and kiss, a pulsing, delicious heat beginning to build in her core. She swirled her hips, seeking friction, seeking release.
Something prodded at her center. A finger. A moment later there was a quick, sharp pain before a delicious, delirious euphoria washed over her.
He moved his finger inside of her, hooking it and stroking it in and out of her as he continued to taste her. Eliza felt out of her mind with pleasure.
The heat that had been coiling in her belly started to spiral again. Up and up and up it built, coiling itself tighter with each suck, with each thrust of that delicious, long finger that probed inside of her.
“Tell me ye like how I feel,” Conall growled, his mouth still moving against the mound of her sex.
“I love how ye feel,” Eliza panted, her words barely audible as she fought to fight back the wave that was threatening to overwhelm her.
