Page 66 of A Virgin for the Highland Beast
“When did ye finally escape?” Emma asked as she slipped her hand out of Hunter’s grasp and pressed the palm of his hand to her face.
“I was twenty-five,” Hunter whispered. “I heard the guards say how me faither had passed without kenning where I’d ended up. Me thoughts jumped to me sister and maither. I didnae want them to experience that, so I escaped.”
“Is that how ye got yer scars?” Emma asked as she slowly moved her hand over the scars on Hunter’s face.
He bobbed his head without saying a word.
“Ye shouldnae be ashamed of them. They show that ye dinnae have to be condemned by yer past.”
“How do ye do it?” Hunter asked as he ran his fingers through Emma’s hair.
“What’s that?” she asked, feeling his body draw closer.
“Manage to see the brighter side of life? Ye have an uncanny ability to take the darkest night and make it bright,” Hunter said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him.
His lips met hers with an urgency that set her senses alight, an ardent kiss that sent her spiraling into an exhilarating frenzy of desire. She lost herself in his touch, reveling in the overpowering sensation of his lips on hers.
Hunter’s fingertips slipped under the collar of Emma’s robe. Her bosom rose and fell as she watched his attention lingering on the valley between her breasts. The need to have his tongue on her was overwhelming.
Wrapping her arms around Hunter’s neck, Emma drew his head closer to her heart.
There was no hesitation for Hunter. His hands eagerly found their way to her breasts and fondled them with such finesse that it caused little goosebumps to appear on her skin.
Tossing her head back, Emma swooned into Hunter’s embrace and gave herself over to him completely.
Inch by inch, Hunter bared Emma’s body as if he were a painter exploring his canvas. Her body responded to every touch, every kiss Hunter offered her. She found her senses overwhelmed as he lowered her to the bear skin rug near the fireplace.
As Emma lay back, the coarse yet oddly comforting texture of the bear skin rug pressed against her skin. Each fiber seemed to enliven her senses, a primal luxury that both contrasted and complemented the soft caresses of Hunter’s hands. The rug’s deep, rich fur provided a warmth that seeped into her, grounding her in the moment, anchoring her to the earthiness of their surroundings, while the chaos of the world beyond the walls of their sanctuary melted away.
“I want ye so badly.” Hunter’s voice was low and needy as his hot breath fanned her neck.
Emma wrapped her leg around him, locking him to her.
“Then dinnae hesitate,” Emma pleaded as one of his hands glided down her ribs to her hips.
His light touch made her squirm. A smile tugged at Hunter’s lips as his eyes bored into hers.
Her body reacted the moment Hunter’s fingers found their mark between her legs. She let out a gasp and rolled her hips as if pleading with him to give her something more. Locking her leg around his body, she shimmied her hips around, trying to get him to explore deeper within her body.
“What is it ye want?” he asked, sliding his fingers out of her.
Emma turned her lip down into a pout. Her expression made Hunter laugh as he slid his fingers back into the warmth of her body.
“Is this what ye want?”
“Aye,” Emma managed to pant as Hunter’s fingertip grazed over the tender nub between her legs.
The way he shifted and moved around her delicate loins, it was as if she were nothing but a violin he was fine-tuning.
“Or perhaps ye want somethin’ a bit more?” Hunter asked.
Emma’s world was already fuzzy. She lifted her head and watched as he removed the belt around his waist. The metal clattered on the wooden floor. Off came his kilt as he brushed aside the fabric of her robe.
Emma’s heart fluttered wildly in her chest as she lay there, bare for him.
Embarrassment kissed her cheeks as her eyes trailed down Hunter’s naked body. It wasn’t until that very moment she had truly seen him. His muscles were defined, and it seemed as if there wasn’t an inch of weight to spare on him.
“See somethin’ ye like?” Hunter asked as he guided his manhood and rubbed the tip through her slit.
