Page 45 of Kidnapped By her Highland Enemy
Lucas lavished attention to her breasts, licking and tugging them deep into his mouth before giving the hard buds a teasing nip from his sharp teeth. When she was writhing on his lap, he chuckled and began ravishing her mouth.
Sliding his tongue along hers, he plunged deep and slow until Maisie was whimpering for more, her hands frantically grabbing at his arms and her lower half unconsciously undulating against him. Lucas rucked up her skirts and she moaned into the kiss, shivering as he pulled her all the way onto him.
He snaked his hand between her legs and swept two fingers along the slick folds of womanly flesh. Smirking, he brushed over her tight bud, laughing softly when she shuddered.
“So wet. Wet and ready for me to take ye,m'eudail,” he crooned as he teased her. “Are ye ready for me?”
When he pushed two fingers inside her, she bit down on her bottom lip to muffle her cries. He pumped his fingers in and out of her puss as her inner muscles flexed around him.
“Scream if you want to. Don’t hold it in,” Lucas ordered.
“Oh, oh...” she moaned, her voice hitching as pleasure unfurled within her. “Please, I need… more…”
While sinking her fingers into his shoulder, she felt him lift her with one hand and unlace his trews with the other and slowly, so agonizingly lowly, he moved her and seated her on his turgid length. She bore down and over him, taking him all deep inside her, loving the feel him filling the ache so deep inside her. Lucas groaned and tilted his head back, eyes closed while his hands flexed on her lips
Maisie arched against him, lifting herself, riding him until her moans of pleasure lapsed into incoherence. Lucas kissed her hard, spearing her mouth with his tongue as their bodies joined as one.
Their mouths separated, and holding her gaze, her lover glided back and drove forward repeatedly, at times shallow, and at others, deliciously hard and deep. Pleasure mingled with the scandalous sounds between them, and she clasped his shoulders. At times, Lucas took charge, lifting her body and pulling her down unto him.
At times, he latched onto her bobbing breast and suckled, t was such a wicked ride filling her with such wildness and bliss. Acting on the wanton urge beating in her blood, she picked up pace, chasing the chasm of bliss just outside of her grasp.
Lucas’s guttural groan of approval filled her with pleasure, pushing himself even deeper inside her body and making the pressure in her body that much more overwhelming.
He kissed her and seconds later, Maisie shattered and thrashed in delight, oblivious to anything else but the thrilling heating her flesh, aware only of the glorious bliss inside her as it spread, fizzling through every nerve as her body.
Wave after wave of shivery pleasure licked at her skin. “Oh, Giles!”
His length flexed inside her and then, he was bucking, his seed spilling hot and fulfilling inside her. Completely spent, they bent their heads and rested their foreheads together, the evidence of their passion still sticky upon their skin.
“God’s blood,” He groaned into her ear, and rubbed their noses together. “Ye make me lose me control every time I touch ye.”
Blinking the tingles from her eyes, Maisie reached out and cupped his cheek, thumbling the stubble she felt coming in. “I daenae mind.”
Gently, he eased her off his lap and kissed her cheek, “I’ll call for our bath.”
She had not noticed that there was a bathing chamber annexed to Lucas’s bedchamber and when the maids came bearing buckets of water, Lucas hid her under a thick woolen mantle, and opened the windows to release the smell of their coupling.
When the tub was filled, Lucas stopped her with a goblet of wine. “Tis Frankish wine,” he said after taking a mouthful and offering it to her.
Taking the goblet, she drank deeply, savoring the heady liquid and licked her lips at the wonderful taste.
A delicious sensation of warmth coursed through her body, and she drained the goblet. Her lips, reddened from the wine, Maisie said, “Thank ye. It tastes marvelous.”
He led them to the brass tub and tipped a generous amount of perfumed lavender oil into the steaming bath water. After Maisie peeled the mantle off her she stepped into the tub and sank into the water. Murmuring contentedly, she settled deeper into the large brass tub while Lucas rested on the edge of it.
Folding his arms over his bared chest, he grinned. “Happy, aren’t ye?”
“After nearly a sennight without a proper bath, aye, I am,” she murmured, luxuriating in the heat and relaxing aroma. Slipping an eye open, she asked, “Why are ye nay in here with me? The water is divine.”
He chuckled and rested his weight on the doorpost, “Nay lass. Baths are nae to me liking. I’d rather prefer to watch ye and then take a dip in the loch beyond here.”
Sinking more into the tub, Maisie reached for a small cake of lavender-scented soap to lather her arm. The perfumed air delighted her beyond measure and she smiled while breathing in the fragrant steam.
Maisie sighed with pleasure. Everything felt so delightfully warm to her—the steaming bath, the red wine coursing through her blood, Lucas’s eyes coasting over in heated swathes. Cracking an eye open, she gazed at him, oddly stunned by how handsome he was.
She recognized the tender gleam his eyes took on whenever they were fixed on her and felt her heart lurch a little. Who would have thought he—the enemy her clan had—was now to be her husband?
Fate is a strange thing.
