Page 55 of Captured By the Highland Devil
Her breath left her mouth in forceful pants as he trailed his mouth downward. Dropping searing kissed on her neck and collarbone, his stubble lightly scratched the creamy skin of her breasts before he fastened his lips around her right nipple and sucking hard.
“Ruben—” she cried out and tangled her fingers in his hair, an attempt to pull him closer.
“So sweet,” he rasped, flicking the taut peak with his tongue. Trapping the tight bud in-between his teeth and tugged, the tight spike of pain made her back arch.
The fingers of his other hand found her taut nipple. He circled the broad disk, once, twice, three times, then lightly pinched them with his forefingers.
Grasping her thighs he parted her, and his finger grazed over her inner left thing; one blunt finger traced a pattern on her inner thighs. Her eyes fluttered as parted her bush but swept up her throbbing, drenched core.
“Ruben,” her breath was faint. “What are ye going to do?”
He did not reply with words, instead, his mouth sealed over her and his tongue lashed her like a panther savoring its prey. She made a raw, needy sound as he coaxed the opening to her fluttering channel. He aggressively licked against her tight hole until it surrendered and allowed entry to just the tip of his tongue.
“More,” Paige groaned. “More tongue. More, more, more.”
He plunged his tongue inside her as far as it could go, until he moved on to suckle on her swollen pearl. His tongue was lapping and suckling while his finger delved inside her channel.
Every time she came on the brink of release, he pulled away, waited a few moments then started again, heightening the sensation when she did shatter.
Now she rocked, moaning, begging, grinding against his chin, a woman on a mission for release. “Please,” she groaned.
“Daenae fret, lass,” he soothed. “I’ll give ye what ye need.”
His fingers sped up inside her, thrusting slowly but with enough force that her body jerked and shuddered. Her completion, wild and untamed, took control of her body, and she bucked, her nails clawing his shoulders, her mouth wide with pleasure.
An untamed cry tore from her throat as her release wracked though her like storm waves, the spasms of bliss lasting.
Eventually she slumped on the pillows, her breath coming out in short, panting gasps.
“That was…that was…”
“Just the beginnin’,” Ruben said, while his eyes roamed over her face. “Ye’ve had me fingers, ye’ve had me tongue inside ye,” he said. “And from how ye reacted, I can see how ye will do when I am inside ye meself.”
Was that a threat…or a promise?
Just a moment of pain. That’s what her mother had said. She would get through it.
The embers remained in the fireplaces, the only remaining source of light as the oil lamp on her bedside table was unlit. Paige sat up and drew the covers around her, watching him wearily.
“Does that mean ye intend to couple one day?” she asked.
Flopping on his back, Ruben replied. “Aye. One day.”
His chest felt like rock beneath her hands; tight and hard. She looked up at him. His eyes were the color of flint – grey, with a speckle of green through them.
There was a long silver scar zigzagging down the left side of his face. How did he get that? She wondered idly. His long black hair fell against her forehead, tickling it slightly. She felt a flush spread over her, a strong warmth springing up from her chest.
Her eyes traced over his chest to his middle and heat seared her cheeks seeing him so burgeoned. “Ruben are ye—” she did not know the words to phrase the question. “—do ye need help?”
“With what?” His eyes were still closed.
“Erm… yer arousal?” Her voice was faint.
At that moment, the rain which had been threatening suddenly poured down. Ruben’s chuckle was thick over the battering rain. “And what do ye propose ye can do to help me?”
“I—” she paused, feeling woefully inexperienced when it comes to men. “Can ye show me how ye pleasure yerself?”
This time, his eyes slit open. “Are ye ready for that, lass?”
