Page 57 of The Highlander's Virgin Widow
“Because ofthis!” Keira shrieked. “Me bedroom is off limits, but ye dinnae seem to care about that.”
“Did ye really think that a bunch of tapestries would stop me from taking ye if I wanted to?” he asked.
Her breath hitched. He took it as permission and moved closer.
“If ye want to keep me out, ye will have to try something much sturdier than tapestries.”
She swallowed. “And what would that be?”
Evander hooked a hand beneath her chin and tilted it up, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Something much firmer. Andharder.”
His voice was low now. Thicker and rougher. Something else was driving him now, and it was not anger.
All the defiance she had orthoughtshe had crumbled the instant his hand left her chin and cupped the back of her neck. He dragged her closer, and his mouth crashed down on hers, the kiss fiery and all-consuming. His lips trailed down her chin to her neck and across her collarbone, his teeth grazing and slightly biting.
“Evander!” she moaned, the words she had intended to say melting on the tip of her tongue.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
His other hand found her hip, and his fingers slipped beneath the bedcovers still wrapped around her body. The feel of cold air kissing her hot skin coaxed a gasp out of her mouth.
He groaned in response, the sound vibrating against her throat, setting off every nerve in her body.
The covers slipped from her chest, revealing her curves inch by inch. He caught them just as they were about to completely fall away, before letting them go.
Keira stood bare before him. Her heart practically slammed against her ribs, and her breathing grew shallow. His eyes swept over her with reverent hunger, like he couldn’t wait to consume every inch of her skin. He lifted her in one swift motion and laid her on the bed. Her hands reached for the edge of her bed, and she held on as tight as she could.
He resumed their kiss with the same intense hunger, the same all-consuming passion. His hands roamed over her body, dominating and full of unquestionable demand. His fingers trailed down her waist and over her hips, before he spread her thighs.
“Evander,” she moaned again as he knelt between them and trailed kisses across her belly.
He looked up at her, his eyes darkening with each passing second. “I told ye, did I nae? Ye will scream me name,” he purred.
Before she could form a response, he lowered his face to her core, and she felt his lipsthere. Her hips jerked upward, and a sharp cry escaped her lips.
He groaned against her, and she felt the vibrations even harder, the warmth of his mouth, the demand in his tongue as he licked and sucked on her. She writhed beneath him, reaching for hishead. He groaned as her fingers tangled in his hair and tugged gently, her hips arching off the bed.
He groaned again, the sound thick with arousal, his hard manhood pressed against the mattress. Feeling her body start to tense up, he doubled down. His mouth, his fingers—he used them. Slow, deep, curling. His tongue went faster, and so did his fingers, each matching the rhythm of the other.
Her legs trembled, and her grip on his hair grew even tighter. A loud gasp coated in his name escaped her lips as she climaxed, arching against his mouth and fingers as torrents of pleasure surged through her.
He didn’t stop until she was completely spent, trembling and panting.
He looked up at her, a smile on his face as she jerked out the dregs of her pleasure, her eyes still shut in complete and utter bliss.
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Cold air drifted into the room, accompanied by the faint moonlight that filtered through the window. Keira’s back stiffened as she kept staring at the ceiling, a look between utter disbelief and disappointment in herself crossing her face.
She had a lot of questions in her mind, but her body—herachingbody—would not let her ask any of them. Not to herself, and most especially not now.
She tried to shift and change her position, but it was impossible to do so without waking him.
Him.
Her eyes flicked to Evander, who was still asleep next to her. Onherbed. She studied his closed eyelids and the way they seemed to flutter in his sleep.
Was he having a nightmare? Whatever it was, she couldn’t exactly concern herself with it. She had bigger things to deal with, like the fact that she had let him?—
