Page 55 of Sinbound to the Highlander
Evan took her small hand and lifted it to his lips, gently kissing the delicate fingers. “Ye have nae eaten very much tonight,” he commented kindly.
“I’ve eaten enough,” Freya said, while reaching for her goblet.
“Take a walk with me?” Evan coaxed.
“But, what of everyone else?” Freya asked, turning to face him and met his golden eyes, warm and liquid, full of desire.
“They are all busy, Freya. And so deep in their cups, I doubt hardly one soul will notice our absence. That night in the pagoda has only given me a taste of ye. We are soon to be man and wife. I daenae believe I can wait until our wedding night to have ye, me love.”
He slid a light fingertip from her ear to her neck, making Freya close her eyes, and her breath quicken. “Please.”
Nodding, Freya took his hand, and he led her down the dais, and through the rowdy crowd. As Evan had predicted, not one person acknowledged them. With her hand tight in his, Evan moved them through the hall, and up the stairs.
Freya felt her heart quicken as they went to a room at the end of the corridor, and just outside of the door, she was taken off guard with a soft kiss.
His hand smoothed over her hair, “I’ll take care of ye, love, I promise. Tonight, I’ll only give ye a taste of the pleasure we will find in each other’s arms. Do ye trust me?”
“Always,” Freya replied.
Using his boot, Evan pushed open the door, and after they moved inside, he closed it with the same foot. Pressing her on the door, Freya let his lips retake hers while his hands dipped to her legs. Grasping her thighs, Evan hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him, to feel him groan into her mouth.
His palms skated over her skin, rucking up the dress until it was a roll between them, and he took a firm grasp of her behind. Freya let out a tiny squeak as he pried her away from the door and toward the bed.
Murmuring gentle, soothing words as he sat her on her feet, he took the hairpin from her hair, allowing the curls to fall free. Reaching behind her, Evan unlaced the tight crisscross of laces that held her dress while dropping soft kisses on her neck.
Loosened, the garment dropped to the floor and was soon joined by her thin, gauzy smock. Instinctively, Freya wrapped her arms around her breast, but Evan pulled them away. Evan drew in his breath sharply, as her body was now revealed to him.
“God’s blood, Freya,” his voice dipped huskily while his eyes raked over her body in a heated gaze, “Ye are perfection.”
His touch skimmed over her satiny skin that gleamed pale as alabaster in the moonlight streaming from the windows and the light from the fireplace. As his fingers ran over her pink nipples, hardened by the chilly night breeze, Freya cried out for his touch.
Snaking an arm around her waist, Evan leaned over and captured one of the rosy peaks within his mouth, his tongue flicking at the tight bud gently. Startled by the new sensation, Freya tensed suddenly in his arms, but moaned softly. Threading his fingers through his hair, she leaned back, knowing he was bracing her.
His tongue traced a circle of molten fire around the raised nipple before he suckled gently. While his lips tortured one breast, his hand was caressing the other, hitting her with double sensations. Pulling away from her breast, that now longed for his mouth, she felt relieved when Evan’s lips trailed a burning path up her chest to her mouth, for another kiss.
“Daenae be afraid, me love,” he murmured reassuringly, caressing the arch of her back.
Gently, and ever so slowly, he lowered her to the bed then began to undress. His clothes did him a disservice, Freya decided as he revealed himself to her. Muscles rippled across the broad span of his shoulders, and the tapered cut of his torso that led to a narrow waist had her stomach tightening. There were the taut lines of his tapered hips, and when he removed his trews, his virility made her breathless. Briefly, she jerked her head away, feeling her cheeks burn as she had never seen a man before.
Every sculpted inch of his body, burnished bronze by the firelight, spoke power and strength. Freya found herself looking openly at him, her eyes tracing over his body. Lying down on the bed beside her, Evan took her hand and pressed it to his chest.
“Ye can touch me, Love,” he offered. But with her reluctance, he moved her hand for her, over his chest, sprinkled with a light dust of hair, down to his ridged stomach, and then closed her hands around him. “There is naything to fear.”
Daring, Freya began to stroke him, and his eyes clenched tight, before a low moan came from him. Evan plucked her hand away, “If ye keep doin’ that, we’ll finish before we get started, Love.”
Turning her on her back, Freya felt him slit himself between her legs and laid his hard body on her. With a low groan, Evan began to caress her skin with feather-light kisses and touches. Freya shivered, her mind reeling with the delicate sensations, while Evan’s lips, once again, found her breast.
She felt his rough hands move over her body, passing over her flat abdomen, stroke over the slender curve of her hips and dipped around to cup the plumpness of her backside. Writhing under his masterful touch, Freya gave herself over to the powerful waves of passion that rippled through her body, tugging her deeper under the tide.
When Evan’s fingers combed through the silken mound between her thighs, she moaned in unexpected delight. Freya’s hips arched against the pressure of Evan’s hand, betraying an instinct she did not know she had.
Her actions earned her a soft chuckle and Evan took her mouth in a crushing kiss, before his fingers slid down her body. She gasped when she felt the wetness there and when his finger slid inside the soft, moist core of her, she grabbed at his shoulder and cried out.
Sinking her nails into his skin, Freya trembled uncontrollably under his touch. Soft kisses were dropped on her belly, but Evan moved his lips up, pressing his lips on every spot of her shuddering flesh he could before capturing her lips in a hot, blistering kiss.
Freya pried her hand away from his back to entwine her fingers in his sable curls. Evan deepened their kiss, while stroking and teasing her tender passage. Adding his thumb on the hidden bud of her desire, Freya jolted as a strike of lightning ran through her. She felt a strange sensation building, a tight knot of tension contracting inside her middle, but sparks of pleasure doubling back through her limbs.
When the sensations met, spiraling upward and upward until it reached a pinnacle, a wave of unbridled ecstasy exploded in shimmering lights behind her eyes. Evan pulled away from her and held her on his chest as she came down from the incredible high Evan had sent her to.
