Page 66 of Tempting the Highland Devil
Yvaine swallowed as he began the journey of kisses down her body and licked every inch of her. His tongue left a trail of fire that made her cry out passionately. When he released her hands then untied the sash of her night dress, she sucked in a deep breath and anticipated his next move.
“Ye are bonnie,” Arran mumbled as he drew back and looked at her for a long time. The stroke of his gaze on her body left her burning. Yvaine didn’t realize she held her breath till it whooshed out of her a while later.
When his tongue circled over one nipple and suckled, she came undone on the bed and thrashed her head from side to side.
“Arran,” she cried out again. Pressure built in the spot between her legs, and her toes twitched on the bed while she drowned in the sweeping undiluted heat searing through her.
Arran’s sounds were a mix of growls and low murmurs she barely heard.
“I have longed for this,” he continued before he got to the spot between her thighs and teased her with his thumb. Yvaine went wild on the bed. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she bucked her hips and pleaded with him.
“Arran, please,” she cried out, and shivered on the bed. “I want ye, now…I need ye.”
When she tried touching him, he seized her wrists and pinned them over her head again. “Dinnae move… Let me show ye the pleasures a man gives a woman, Yvaine…Let me teach ye.”
Yvaine licked her lips and sucked in her stomach as he returned his lips to her inner thighs and started a whole new journey. This time, she convulsed and peaked while his mouth feasted on her pleasure spot.
Her hips quaked of their own accord as his tongue stroked and licked. Yvaine clutched the sheets as she cried out and let go. Arran cupped her breasts with both hands, caressed them, then moved his hands down to her waist to steady her.
His tongue ministrations didn’t end even as he slid one finger into her core and stroked her wetness. She felt her pleasure build to another explosive point again before he pulled back and kissed her sweet spot one more time.
When Arran brought his lips back to hers, she kissed him greedily, wanting to drown in the warmth of his body.
“Spread yer legs wider for me,” he commanded in a deep, trembling voice as he brought his lips close to her ears. “And look at me.”
Yvaine opened her eyes, and her gaze melted onto his immediately. The air around them crackled with tension as he took her lips again then aligned his body with hers.
One deep thrust brought him fully sheathed inside her body. She gasped, and her hips came off the bed as a little pain seared through her.
“I am so sorry,” he whispered, his words a mumble mixed with his groan and deep sigh. Arran buried his face in the side of her neck, then slid his hands around her waist to steady her again.
“Oh, Yvaine,” he murmured as he toyed with her ear lobe. “Heavens,” he gasped as he tossed his head back and stroked her again with his full length.
Yvaine’s moan consumed them, and when he began to thrust into her repeatedly, she hooked her legs around his waist to hold him poised against her.
“I have dreamt of this,” he continued as she moved her hands to his cheeks and framed them to draw him to her for a kiss.
Yvaine muffled his next words with her tongue in his mouth. Just as he had kissed her time and time again, she stroked his tongue with hers and kissed him till she couldn’t breathe.
Arran’s thrusts deepened as he slid his hands under her buttocks and raised her to meet his thrusts.
Their eyes met again, and Yvaine felt her body shudder with another wave of her climax. She rode with this one and rocked her hips into his hungrily, wanting to see him lose control and roll over the edge with her.
“I love ye, Arran,” she whispered when he chanted her name and pushed his hardness into her one last time. A low growl left his lips as he trembled and spilled his hot seed into her.
The warmth spread through Yvaine, filling her, completing her. She closed her eyes and hooked her legs tighter around his waist as he collapsed on top of her.
Their panting was the only sound in the chamber, and their sweaty bodies remained entwined together as Arran rolled over to his side and brought her with him, so she lay nestled against his chest.
Yvaine toyed with the hairs on his chest and his erect nipples.
He groaned after some time and kissed her forehead. “Dinnae stir me again, Yvaine,” Arran mumbled sweetly in her ears. “I will take ye again, and I dinnae want ye to be sore.”
She raised her head to look at him and smiled. “I want ye again, me laird,” she said in a breathless voice. “Make love to me over and over again. It is what I want.”
Yvaine trailed her hand down his chest as she spoke and stopped when she reached the top of his hip bone. She held eye contact as she moved the same hand over his erection and found him strong and ready for her.
Arran drew her in for a kiss then moved her hand over his hardness, so she stroked him. When she touched his tip and found him wet, she gasped, and tried to pull away.
