Page 49 of Highlander's Runaway Seductress
Damien slid his fingers between their bodies, placed them on her bud and rubbed while he slid a little out of her and back in again. The dual pleasure had her body bowed up with the ecstasy.
She raised her hips but could not get too far with him inside her, anchoring her and going deeper inside her body, then he paused, and Amelie knew what was about to happen. He slammed his lips to hers and snapped his hips hard inside her.
A flash of pain ran through her body and she trembled a little while as the flare began to peter away. He pulled away and began to shift a little, thrust a little deeper and harder every time that he moved. Her walls clenched around him and soon, soft, breathy moans left her mouth.
Her soft gasps turned into low whimpers as he quickened his pace; with one arm around her hips, pulling her into his thrust, harder and harder. Her cries were growing in pitch and frequency while her bottom slapped against his thighs, creating an erotic sound that coiled into the lowest depths of her body.
Amelie felt her body clench over his iron length of him inside her and the strain of her body as it began to inch higher for the golden ledge of release.
“Damien,”she groaned his name, moments before his lips collided with hers once again, while plunged he gripped her hair and pulled her close. Her arms slid over his damp back and up to the flex of his shoulders, “I’m goin’ to…”
As her muscles clenched around him, Damien took her mouth in a deeper kiss, while golden fire shot from their connection and the tight ball of bliss exploded, and she launched over the pleasure’s ledge.
Damien’s mouth dropped from her mouth to her shoulder and he thrust hard inside her before he ripped himself from her and spilled against her clenching belly and his fist.
When the last flush of pleasure had been wrung from him, he collapsed to her side and gathered her into his arms and held her there. Resting on his chest, with her ear right over his racing heart, Amelie sucked in a long breath to calm the wild pound of hers.
His fingertips were swirling on the base of her neck, teasing the soft skin there and evoking small shivers to run through her body. His warm skin was like a furnace to her and she clung to it with pleasure.
“That was beyond lovely,” Amelie whispered.
Damien’s hand slipped to her shoulder as he grabbed a fistful of the bedding and wiped her stomach off.
“Aye, it was. Yer body is lovely, Amelie. The way ye react, the way ye move, the way ye find ecstasy under me touch—I love all of it.”
Craning her head a little to catch his eyes, Amelie said. “Come stay with me at the castle. I’m sure me faither will understand what ye mean to me.”
His free hand rubbed over his face, and when it was pulled away, deep reticence showed over his face. “I daenae ken, lass. It’s still very much concernin’ me. I daenae think yer faither would take lightly to a thief in his house.”
Lifting to her elbows, Amelie rested a hand on his chest and held his gaze. “A thief nae, but what about me husband?”
His mouth dropped open in shock, but he soon clicked it shut. Damien shifted to his side and held her face.
“I wish I could but…but with what I am, with what I’ve done, I fear it cannae be.”
Shaking her head, Amelie said, “I cannae see meself with anyone else than ye, Damien. Any Laird me father had that may be interested with me, will run far and wide when they get to ken who I am. I cannae put on airs and pretend to ken what I certainly daenae. And furthermore, I daenae want to be with them anyway. I daenae ken their ways and if I do try to adapt, I fear that I’ll lose me true self along the way.”
Damien fell onto his back and rubbed his eyes.
“I still ken ye could have a better life with a man who is of yer faither’s standin’….”
“But?” Amelie asked, hopefully.
His chest shuddered. “I’ll try, Leelee, I’ll try.”
Embracing him tightly, Amelie smiled. “Thank ye. Me faither is nae a hard man at all, Damien. He made me wait a while to see him but when I did, it was wonderful.”
She told him about the first three days at the castle, arriving at the castle and being placed in the finest room she had ever seen. Amelie explained how she had felt anxious about him and Ben which had led her to take a walk to get rid of her unease and how she had ended up in the same place from the dream, with the fountain and the fishpond. She told him how her father had found her there.
“He told me about me maither, Damien,” Amelie said, wistfully. “He said she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and how destroyed he had been when the wicked Laird had killed her. He slayed her murderer on the spot but was nae fast enough to come after me. The woman who had taken me away was me maither’s personal maid.”
His arm brought her closer. “I’m glad ye’ve found yer family, Amelie.”
Nodding, she nuzzled her head into his chest. “When we are wed, ye’ll be me family to.”
Stroking her back, Damien dropped kisses to her hairline. “What about Ben? I cannae leave him to fend for himself, nae we came here as a group.”
“I ken,” Amelie responded while tracing her fingers through the short hairs on Damien’s chest. “Do ye think he will be more comfortable back in Inverness than here? If so, we can find a few men to take him back to the city.”
