Page 78 of A Healer for the Ruthless Highlander
He had taken an arrow for her, to save her. Now, it was her moment. She had the chance to save him, to heal his heart just as Brenda had said she could.
Suddenly, a hoarse moan escaped his lips, and he pressed her into the mattress, trapping her hands beneath his own. Their kisses became more urgent, salty with the sweat on their skin.
Kenneth lowered himself between her thighs, and she writhed beneath him as he played with her nipples, tugging and sucking on them till they hardened.
Leana closed her eyes when she felt his hand move down her stomach. His fingers trailed over her mound, before she felt them glide into her folds, caressing her. Her lips parted on a moan when he applied the slightest pressure to that little bundle of nerves, but her sounds were quickly swallowed by his mouth.
Carefully, he slid a finger inside her. She felt the tantalizing pressure, and she let out a gasp as Kenneth pumped his fingers into her.
He looked down at her, a wicked gleam in his silver gaze, before he moved down her body. His tongue trailed down her stomach and dipped into her navel, then he gently bit the flare of her hip. And then he buried his face between her legs, tasting her. When his tongue flicked against that bundle of nerves, Leana thought she would burst.
It was unexpected and so, so satisfying. Her fingers tangled in his hair as her hips bucked. She cried out his name over and over as his tongue circled and teased her bud.
But before she could reach her climax, he stopped. He propped himself up and looked down at her as if even in the silence, he was professing all sorts of truths that, until now, he had kept hidden from her.
At the same time, he pushed himself up from the bed, the movement fluid, effortless, like a predator rising to its full height. The fabric of his pants slipped past his hips, pooling at his feet, but he paid it no mind.
He straightened, standing before her with unshaken confidence, his breath steady, his broad chest rising and falling in measured rhythm. The candlelight flickered, casting soft shadows over the contours of his taut, muscular frame, accentuating every ridge and hollow of his body.
His thick black hair tumbled over his shoulders, wild yet regal, framing his face—a face carved by strength, by quiet determination. He held her gaze, unwavering, the intensity in his dark eyes rooting her in place, making her pulse thunder in her veins.
She watched him stand proud as a god, with his thick black hair falling over his shoulders, and his body taut, firm and muscular. His erect member jutted proudly between his legs, and he grabbed it, as if in invitation.
Leana let out a moan as she watched him approach.
Kenneth climbed onto the bed, slowly kissing her inner thighs. He tasted her just once, then slowly whispered, “Are ye sure this is what ye want?”
He moved up her body so he could look her in the eye.
Leana felt the tip of his erection brush against her thighs, and another moan escaped her lips.
With tender hands, she removed his eyepatch, allowing herself to drink in the face of the man she loved. Her fingers slowly stroked his cheeks, his hair, his lips.
“I’m sure,” she promised, ready to receive him inside her.
And Kenneth, without delay, eased himself inside her. Slowly at first, with one of his hands resting firmly on her thigh.
Leana tensed up for a second as she felt a twinge of pain. But then her pleasure grew as she adjusted to his size. His body pressed against hers, firm and unyielding, radiating a heat that seemed to seep into her very core.
She gasped, her breath hitching as the sensation overwhelmed her, a mix of intensity and longing she hadn’t known was possible. Every movement, every touch, sent ripples of fire through her, igniting something deep within—a feeling so consuming, so raw, it left her trembling in its wake.
Moans spilled out of her as Kenneth started thrusting into her. And though she was an expert on the body and its weaknesses, she understood that she had never before understood what pleasure was. She had never understood the truth behind that delicious surrender and the way she could so longingly desire to belong to someone. At least, not until that moment.
But now she knew that she would never feel such pleasure again unless she was in his arms, that her lips would be like a wasteland if he did not kiss them. That she would slowly wither away, never to see the light again, unless he was there to be her sun, the breeze that, like spring, would make her bloom.
She understood this as she surrendered, shedding tears of joy and pleasure. With his lips on hers and her eyes closed, a single sigh flowed from her lips like a prayer. A plea that echoed in the air over and over again.
“I love ye,” she said. “I love ye, I love ye, I love ye, I love ye…”
And in response, Kenneth kissed her deeply, passionately, as she reached her climax.
Her walls clenched around him, and after three more thrusts, she felt him convulse as he surrendered to the pleasure.
Their lips tangled amid gasps, and his hands roamed over her deliciously, in what seemed to be a promise that would last as long as the night.
In his arms, Leana slept peacefully. She had given herself to Kenneth as often as her body would allow, but finally, at the break of dawn, exhaustion had overcome them both.
Now, with only a few hours before her departure, Kenneth understood that he would have to let her go. That the woman sleeping in his arms would leave to make her own way, and that he would not be a part of that story.
