Page 118 of The Highlander's Princess Bride
“And worth every damn shilling. No, don’t take it off. Not yet, anyway.”
She dropped her hands from the laces.
When he tugged on the stays, her breasts popped out even more, exposing her flushed, tight nipples. “Now,thatis what I call perfect,” he murmured.
He gently tugged on the sensitive points. Victoria whimpered and grabbed his biceps as sensation streaked through her. Between her legs, she felt a trickle of warmth.
“Does that feel good, darling?” He thumbed her nipples, then rubbed his palms across them, making them throb with a delicious ache. “Do you want more?”
She answered by grabbing his head and pulling him down for a frantic kiss. He huffed out a startled laugh but he obliged her, surging into her mouth with deep, hot glides. Victoria poured all her passion into the torrid kiss.
For so long she’d held back, trying to keep her emotions in check. But now her barriers had crumbled. Nicholas knew she had secrets and knew she had a troubled past. His trust was a strong, bracing wind that swept aside the dusty doubts that had resided in her soul.
For delicious minutes, he seduced her with his mouth while caressing her breasts, teasing her and making her squirm. He’d promised not to rush her, but at this point she was ready to leap out of her skin.
When he gently pinched one of her nipples, she pulled back with a fractured breath. “You are driving me mad.”
“That’s the point, sweetheart.”
He clamped his hands around her waist, tossing her back onto the fluffy pile of pillows at the head of the bed. This was probably the most important moment of her life, but she wanted to laugh out loud or jump to her feet and spin in silly, happy circles until she grew dizzy with joy.
Her desire to laugh faded when Nicholas unwrapped his kilt, exposing his formidable and very naked masculinity to her gaze. To say he was imposing was a massive understatement.
With the emphasis on massive.
Slowly, Victoria came up on her elbows to watch him, her heart banging against her ribs. He was huge and hard, an intimidating sight that should trigger a swoon in any innocent, proper young lady. Shewasfeeling a little light-headed, but certainly not from fright. And she was obviously neither sufficiently innocent nor proper because a naked, aroused Nicholas was the most exciting thing she’d ever seen in her life.
As he moved to the edge of the bed, Victoria fell back against the pillows, her hair tumbling around her breasts and shoulders. His smile was both arrogant and seductive as he climbed up on the mattress.
Nicholas pushed her legs wide, kneeling between her thighs. When he slipped a hand between her thighs, dragging a finger across the tight bud hidden within her curls, she all but rocketed off the bed. In response, he clamped a hand on her hip, gently but ruthlessly holding her down while he massaged her aching sex. Victoria moaned, trying to arch up into his hand as fire poured through her veins. Tiny spasms began to ripple out from her core, and she closed her eyes, falling into the dark, velvety pleasure.
“Open your eyes, Victoria,” he ordered in a husky voice as his hand stilled.
She dragged open her eyelids. “Why did you stop?”
“Because I want you looking at me while I play with you.”
The words gave her a delicious jolt. When he slicked a finger over her bud, as if to reward her, she whimpered.
“That’s it, my darling,” he murmured. “Now, unlace your stays.”
With trembling fingers, she complied. It was a task she’d done thousands of times, but she was clumsy now that he was drowning her in pleasure. He spread her wide as he rubbed and played, even pushing his fingers into the slick entrance of her body. But every time her hands slowed on the laces or her eyes started to close, he paused.
“Now you’re just being mean,” she protested when he brought her right to the edge and then stopped once more.
His only answer was a deep laugh replete with male self-satisfaction.
When she scowled at him, he deftly finished unlacing her, uncovering her completely. She lay before him, restless and wanton. Her breasts were flushed and hard-tipped, aching so much she was tempted to stroke them herself. Firelight burnished her nude body, and the fluffy triangle at the top of her thighs was glistening with her arousal. She could have been a pagan offering laid out for him to devour.
And, at the moment, with his muscled body and his erection long and broad-headed, he looked rather primitive too. Victoria felt weak with longing, trembling for his touch.
“This is how I want you,” he said. “With nothing between us.”
There were still secrets between them, but right now they didn’t matter much at all.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.
He loomed over her, taking her mouth in a kiss full of power and possession. She wound her arms around his neck as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Wriggling down, she pressed her sex against his hard thigh, gasping as sensation arced through her in a delicious pulse that went straight to her womb.
