Page 62 of The Ruthless Highlander's Hellion
He continued making his way up her ankle, softly kissing and teasing all the way up to her knee. The world narrowed to the feel of him on her leg.
The way he touched her made her feel sensual, desired. Her body responded, each kiss as he made his way to her upper thigh, awakened something deeper within her.
His mouth greedily kissed her between her thighs without much warning, causing her to gasp.
“Nicholas… I…” but her words were overshadowed by desire.
Her voice trembled as much as her limbs with this newfound thrill moving inside her. And in that moment, Alexandra felt not like a Sinclair, not like a sister or a captive – but simply a woman, succumbing to a Laird.
She felt every inch of her come alive. Tingling sparked within her as the blood rushed deep down where he touched her. Soon his kisses turned to licking and she felt wanton.
She knew there was something very debaucherous about what she was doing, but she didn’t care in that moment. She wanted more and more.
She felt his tongue slide up and down her crevice and landed high on her rosebud. Her fingers twisted in his hair unsure of what was to come next. Feeling as though she was about to lose all control.
“Oh Nicholas… I feel… there’s somethin’ happenin’ to me.”
“Aye, lass. Let it happen. Lose control. Lose yerself. Give yerself to me in this moment.”
Alexandra felt nervous. She looked over her shoulder at the door, feeling that someone could walk in at any moment. What if Alan the councilman walked in or Marcus? She would be mortified.
Yet feeling like they might get caught only made it seem naughty, which was all she needed.
Suddenly, a tremor rocked through her body. She moaned so loudly she was shocked that it came from her.
The bliss poured out of her as Nicholas drank of her honey. She struggled to catch her breath as the pulsing moved through every inch of her down to her toes.
“Och it feels so very good,” she said.
“Aye,” Nicholas said between kisses.
Their world shrank to that single moment—the firelight dancing across the room, the storm of emotions long buried now rushing free. Every brush of his hands over her arms, every kiss pressed against her skin, was a silent vow.
He moved up her body and pressed his lips to the hollow of her neck. A low sound escaped her throat, something between a sigh and a plea, as her arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders.
Her hands slid down the front of his tunic and found the hard ridges of his abdomen beneath. His body was forged like iron- solid, unyielding, honed by years of war and hard labor. Her fingers traced lines of muscle, feeling the flex and shift under her palm as he moved.
There was strength in him, yes, but there was tenderness too – the kind that made her feel safe, cherished, and wanted all at once. Something that gave her the courage to move her hand further and further down his abdomen until his rested on something hard under his kilt.
Nicholas sucked in a breath of air and put his hand on top of hers. “Lass, I am already on the brink of madness, but if ye continue to touch me like that I daenae ken if I can stop.”
“Tell me what to do. I want to please ye as ye have me, but I am nae ready to lay with ye as man and wife,” she said.
Her inexperience made her feel vulnerable but her ecstasy overshadowed her embarrassment for not knowing how to please a man. In this moment she wanted to touch him and know him.
Nicholas gave her a smirk. Instead of stopping her hand, he guided it under his kilt until it rested on his flesh. Her eyes went wide at the girth she felt under her fingertips.
“Daenae be frightened, lass,” his voice was thick with a lusty whisper.
“What do I do?” she asked quietly.
“Like this,” he said.
His hand moved on top of hers. Stroking himself with her hand. He groaned. She bit her lip as she watched the bliss flood his face. Soon she slid her hand on her own without his help. His staff was hard and throbbing under her hand.
With instinct on her side she moved her hand faster and faster. “Like this?” she asked.
“Aye,” he whispered as he placed his hands on the desk on either side of her, bracing himself.
