Page 27 of The Highlander's Runaway Nun
“Oh, ye please me greatly, lass. In fact, ye are good enough to eat,” he said with a smirk.
Then, he placed his head between her thighs. Laura felt the pressure on her soft mound.
She gasped at the possessiveness, her blood rushing like fire in her veins. “Bradley, ye’re… ye’re stealin’ all the breath from me.”
He lifted his head just enough to smirk darkly. “Good. I’ll take every breath ye’ve got.”
His kisses moved onto her sweet center. She had never known such a feeling as his tongue moved up and down and pulsed against her rosebud. Laura grabbed at the sheets, balling them in her fists. She didn’t know what was taking over her.
“Ye taste of heaven itself, lass.” He groaned.
Laura felt a throbbing low in her belly. She had the urge to squeeze her thighs together, but instead her body betrayed her and she opened them wider.
She didn’t know that a man could have such a skill to make her body feel so much at once. Her bottom wiggled into the bed as she felt like she had to flee him, but also enjoy it at the same time.
He shifted, pressing his tongue against her. Her body ached, every part of her aware of him, alive beneath his touch.
“Saints help me,” she whispered, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the sensations.
Then, with an explosion of ecstasy, she released. She moaned loudly and could not stop it even if she had wanted to. Her limbs trembled. A faint shudder rippled through her.
“Ye make me feel as if I’m burnin’ alive,” she whispered so quietly she wasn’t sure if he heard.
She lay there as Bradley licked her honey juices, making her feel desirable and shameful at once. She tried to push away the thought that she was being unclean, as this was no behavior a nun would do. Though she knew that she was a wife now, the sanctity still lingered within her.
“What has happened to me? I have given in to the wild,” she said.
She felt him move up her body, slowly and with care. Bradley’s hand cupped her face, gentler now but no less intense, his thumb stroking her cheek.
“It is nae wild, lass. It is a husband and wife doing as they should,” he said hoarsely, his voice breaking with the weight of his desire.
He kissed her again, softer this time, though it held the same raw urgency beneath the surface.
Laura clung to him, her heart racing as if it would burst from her chest.
“And what of ye? How do I please ye in the same manner?” she asked.
“Och, lass, ye cannae do such a thing. If ye do what I did to ye, I willnae be able to stop meself from claimin’ ye completely. To ken that I have satisfied ye will do for now,” he said.
“It will?” she asked, confused. For she had heard of men’s appetites from other women, and it had made her believe that their needs were more important than a woman’s, yet this man was proving otherwise.
“Aye,” he said.
The world outside ceased to exist, nothing but the two of them bound together in the quiet storm of the chamber. His touch branded her, her body alive beneath every caress, her soul tangled with his in a fire that could not be extinguished. Laura knew shame would come later, but in that moment, only desire mattered.
The Laird has claimed me, and I didnae resist it.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Bradley sat alone in his study, the morning light spilling across the maps and parchments scattered before him. His jaw was tight, his mind circling the same storm of thoughts that had plagued him since the night before. He did not know why he felt this savage need to protect Laura, to claim her as though she were his very breath. Love, he told himself grimly, wasn’t the answer; monsters like him didn’t know love.
He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his dark hair, his eyes cold as they stared at nothing.
“Nay,” he muttered, his voice low, “I cannae love… I was born of monsters, raised by a brute. Blood like mine only brings ruin.”
Still, the image of Laura’s soft eyes and gentle smile cut through the shadows in his mind. He clenched his fists, hating himself for feeling weak in her presence.
A sharp knock rattled the door, dragging him from his brooding thoughts and causing annoyance. Bradley straightened in his chair, his voice carrying across the chamber.
