Page 48 of Highlander's Runaway Seductress
Lust ripped through Damien like a thunderclap and gripping both of her hips, dragged her flush against his erection. Amelie gasped in shock while at the same time he groaned. Holding her tight to him, Damien asked her.
“Are ye ready for this, lass?”
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Damien’s eyes were burning, and Amelie felt trapped in his heated gaze, as she reached up and cupped his stubbly jaw. “As ready as I could be.”
Damien grinned and touched his lips to the soft line of her jaw, behind the lobe of her ear, down the curve of her neck.
“Let me get ye undressed, lass. I want to peel every stitch of clothin’ off ye.”
He turned her around and began working on the laces at the back of her dress, pulling them little by little until the neck sagged and she had to hold the front before it fell to her feet. Damien took her hands away and the dress pooled at her ankles.
She stood in a thin cotton shift and it was thin enough that she knew he could see the outline of her body, the curve of her bottom—and when he turned her, the plump outline of her breasts.
He braced his hands on her back and moved the shift down, revealing her to him, before he dipped his head to suck her nipple into his mouth. Amelie cried out softly and speared her hands into his hair.
The heat of his mouth had her gasping and arching into him. The delicious contact made the familiar feeling of yearning for his touch lick through her veins. The press of his hands on her back were hot brands there and when he bunched the thin fabric in his hands, Damien asked, “Shall I?”
Nodding wordlessly, Amelie lifted her hands while Damien lifted the shift up and over her head. He stepped away and let his eyes liberally trace over her body. He stepped forward only to lift her and place her upon the bed.
“God ye’re beautiful,” he praised her.
Damien only paused to rip his shirt away and then leaned over her. Bracing his elbows on the bed, he lowered his mouth to her bare skin, right above her belly, kissing her skin up until his mouth closed over her breast and suckled on her nipple.
Her skin broke out in gooseflesh while he pleasured her, sucking, licking, and laving her heavy breast. She felt him place a knee between her legs and he began to move up her body, dropping kisses to each dip and curve of her, making her arch into him.
His tongue traced over her collarbone and then his lips tracked up to her neck. The moment his lips touched the delicate column, Amelie’s heart began to pound, and the sensation spiraled through her body at the flicker of his warm breath over the cool path left from his tongue.
“I love yer beautiful neck, lass, because the pulse at the base of yer throat tells me that ye like what I am doin’ to ye,” Damien whispered. “I love how responsive ye are, yer body is made for pleasure.”
He stood away from her to strip off his boots and breeches and Amelie sucked in a breath at the sight of his body. The faint light glimmered off the granite-hard planes of his body. The strong, wiry sinews twisted over his broad shoulders and the bulge of his biceps.
Swirls of dark hair covered his broad chest, narrowing into a thin trail down to ridged abdomen, the prominent vee of muscle that girdled his pelvis, and the taut hollows of his hips. There between his muscular thigh, his thick, long manhood jutted out like a heavy branch.
Damien mounted her bed again and while one of his hands went to her side, the rough scruff of his face rubbed against Amelie’s skin as his tongue slipped between her lips and his hairy chest brushed across her aching nipples, making her arch against him more.
Then his mouth moved from her lips down her neck and over one nipple, then to the other, on his journey downward to nip at her bellybutton and to the vee of her legs. She laced her fingers into his hair, insane with desire and raised her hips, instinctively directing him to the center of her need.
He kept his face there, nipping at her skin, nuzzling her, then ran his hand up the outsides of her thighs. He pushed her legs up, bent her knees, and pulled her legs apart, exposing her wet womanhood to him. Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he lowered his mouth.
Amelie shuddered when he kissed and licked her, his rough tongue making long slow strokes over her soft petals. While sucking on her bud, he inserted one finger, then two, slowly pumping her body open and suckling her wetness. Pleasure had her body arching off the bed and her legs tightening around his ears.
He added a third finger, and Amelie moaned at the feeling of fullness. Her hand tightened in his hair and her breath was coming faster.
“Damien,please, I cannae wait much more. I want ye now.”
Her body vibrated with a low feral growl that emitted from deep in his throat. Damien came over her, lowering her legs and leveraging his weight on his elbows. Looking into his heated gaze, Amelie’s breath hitched, and she shivered in anticipation, soon she would be a virgin no more.
She could feel his erection, hard and heavy, pressing into her inner thigh, a promise of what was to come.
“There’s goin’ to be some pain, lass,” he said softly. “Losin’ yer maidenhead is goin’ to cause discomfort.”
“I ken,” Amelie said as she smoothed her thumb over his cheekbones. His hand slipped to the center of her back, then slid lower, to grasp her bottom and angle her hips to his as the thick tip of his velvety-hard length nudged at her opening.
“Tell me if ye are hurtin’,” Damien asked her as he pushed inside her.
Amelie hung onto his shoulders as he eased inside her. She held his gaze while her body took his rigid girth in. While it did not hurt…the thickness of him, pressing her walls wide, and the friction made her pant with anticipation.
