Page 34 of The Ruthless Highlander's Hellion
"That's a good, lass," he teased.
Then his hand moved from her low belly between her thighs and cupped her sacred spot.
"Ah!" she let out a yelp, completely caught off guard by how good it felt. Though his hand was over layers of cloth, she still felt the rubbing of his hand against her sensitive area.
"Oh… Nicholas," she whispered, unsure of what was happening to her as he rubbed back and forth.
"Aye, it's all right to enjoy it, lass. Ye were made for this. Let me touch ye," he groaned.
With that, she threw her head back, which only invited Nicholas to deepen his kisses on her cleavage. With his teeth, he pulled the lace of her front bodice and untied it. While one hand continued to stroke, the other went to work loosening her dress.
His hand plunged into her dress and released her bosom, fully exposing it. Alexandra felt exposed and raw desire all at once. She had no restraint anymore over her actions. Her hands moved into his hair, tugging it.
She moaned wildly as his tongue flicked over her taut nipple. She found herself throwing all caution to the wind. This wasn't like her, but this is what this man did to her. Despite her angry opposition to him keeping her captive, she knew deep down she wanted him to own her.
"I must taste ye right now," Nicholas groaned.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bench in the corner, setting her down gently. She watched as his eyes moved over her bare breasts. She placed her arm over them, covering them, feeling embarrassed.
"Nay, lass. Daenae dare cover with shame. Ye are bonnie and to behold ye is a blessin’," he moaned as he pulled her arm away.
She felt exposed, wanton, and desirable all at once as his eyes fixated on her creamy skin. He reached out and let his thumb softly graze over her rosy nipple, slow and deliberate.
She moaned in response, the sensation somewhere between a tickle and pleasure.
He grinned a sideways grin before he aggressively grabbed the hem of her skirts and hoisted them high up to her thighs.
"What? What are ye doin’, Nicholas?" she breathed, the words out in a whisper.
"Kissin’ ye," he said. "Kissin’ ye where ye long to be kissed."
He plunged his face between her thighs and kissed her softly over her pantalets, but the pressure was enough to be felt through the flimsy fabric. She felt his soft kisses on her, each one making her moist.
"Nicholas, that feels good. I dinnae ken I could feel this way," she whispered.
He skillfully kissed her on her rosebud, teasing and pressing against it with his lips.
But that's when Alexandra noticed that his hand was moving back and forth, but it was not her, it was on him under his kilt.
"What are ye doing to yerself?" she asked, bewildered.
He stopped kissing her and looked up at her with a smirk. "Makin’ sure I daenae ravage ye before ye are ready."
"I daenae understand," she said.
With that, he leaned back on his knees and pulled his kilt up. His hard staff was in his hand, thick and throbbing. Alexandra gasped as she had never seen one before.
He slid his hand up and down his member, stroking as he locked eyes with her.
"Oh, I see," she said.
With her acknowledgement, she watched him a little while longer as he pleasured himself in front of her. Her body responded with heat and she ached to touch him, but she dared not.
Then he leaned forward and continued to kiss her sweet mound, still over her pantalets, but it was enough to have her on the brink.
Alexandra felt the building of throbbing deep in her belly. It spread out through her, setting her on fire.
"Oh, Nicholas, what is happenin’ to me?" she asked. With that question, she saw his arm move faster and faster under his kilt.
