Page 44 of An English Rose for the Highlander
Dominik’s intense stare found hers, and she smiled bashfully, wondering at what the expression on her face said to her husband. But he swiftly dove back into the kiss, now walking them both backward and leaning her down to the bed. She followed readily, lying across the smooth, soft surface as Dominik towered over her.
The air was warm and charged, revealing a pure vulnerability between them that could be crystallized into something glimmering like ice. Rose ached in the same way she had the night her husband had properly claimed her, the need in her blood louder than the bagpipes that’d played during the gathering.
A low moan bloomed from Rose as Dominik lowered his caresses, dragging his kisses up the side of her neck and nibbling gently. It was so different, so profound and perfect, Rose nearly cried. She arched against Dominik, the curves of her breasts pressing into his chest.
“Aye, lass,” he whispered in her ear. “Ye are a thing of wonder. To feel ye against me…”
Dominik’s words drifted off as he lavished her skin with his lips. Then, with his free hand, he began to push down the fabric shift beneath her stays, pulling the fabric firmly so that he could reveal her collarbones and chest. She squeaked as the sensations overwhelmed her nerves, and then Dominik’s large fingers brushed the side of her breast.
“Oh, God…” Rose’s voice was a throaty whisper, and she was unable to think beyond reveling in the feeling of her husband so intent on exploring her every inch.
It was truly intoxicating, and then Dominik reached for the laces on her stays. He unwound the tie, letting the binding garment slip open. Even before the move revealed her, Rose’s nippleswere hard. The tiny buds pressed against the fabric before the cooler air of the room chilled her.
Or did it? The fire was blazing steadily. Perhaps it was only that the internal flames within her were so much stronger.
Dominik’s fingers swept over her breast, finding the small buds at her tips and dusting them with featherlight touches.
“The sweetest, tiniest little beads,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to her skin and circling around the needy flesh as Rose arched up once more, “and so very divine, lass.”
He squeezed gently on the fair pink skin, Rose’s areola disappearing behind the strong fingers of her husband.
“Oh, Dominik.” She kept her voice down as much as she could, seeking to restrain herself so that no one walking nearby would hear her groan loudly. The Laird smirked down at her.
Sliding just the tip of his tongue against her nipple, Dominik planted his foot down on the ground somewhere unseen, using his other knee to slowly nudge her legs apart. He wished to touch her, and Rose was beginning to truly understand the implications of that desire.
“Oh my,” she dragged out, and her sweet Laird grinned as she glanced up at him, rolling her nipple between his teeth before pulling back.
Licking across her heated flesh once more, Dominik began to gather up the plentiful fabric of her skirts.
Rose blushed as her husband gazed down at her, his stare perceiving every part of her. Quicker than previously, he returned his attention to the bud of her untouched breast, gifting it the wondrous sensations he’d given to the other. Still, he continued to wind up the mess of her skirts, more and more of her legs becoming exposed. Her eyes flared briefly, Rose’s thighs clamping together.
But any tension there all melted away as Dominik continued toworshipher with his touch. It felt heavenly, truly divine, and Rose’s eyes fluttered closed. She was cared for under this man’s touch, relished,desired.
“Ye are a fine as delicate porcelain, lass. Smooth, soft…warm.”
Dominik’s hand found the intimate space beneath her skirts, gently caressing the eager part of her that responded so profoundly to his touches. She’d had no experience with any of this, of course, but even more, this was not as commonly gossiped about with brides before their wedding night. This was something else, something deeper that they shared as man and wife. And in particular, this act was something Dominik gave to her, igniting her every nerve.
“Oh, Dominik…I…I…”
“Shh, lass. Think only of how I touch ye, how Itendto ye.”
If it were possible for Rose to blush harder, she did. Beauty and connection flared so brightly between them that she could scarcely think. Dominik raked his stare over her figure, devouring her with only his gaze. Half undone like this, Rose felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but there was no part of her that didn’t trust herself in Dominik’s hands.
And my what hands they were.
His touch found her in that intimate place, sliding across skin that had never been touched as it was now. She sighed against his caress, this alien sensation one that she could readily grow to adore.
“Me bonny lass.” Dominik swiped a finger up her, tumbling up her mind so that there was nothing beyond how he touched her, pleasured her.
He teased that spot, such a dexterous move that he had not been capable of with his manhood. This was quite different indeed, a tiny bit shocking, but undeniably arousing. Her husband had hardly done much to her, his wandering fingers moving all the way down her thigh before returning to her core, and she was already on that sharp edge.
Rose recalled the feeling from their time together, and she craved more, mindlessly rolling her hips, seeking out Dominik’s touch. And still he teased her, not doing more than gliding the pads of his fingers across her most sensitive skin. It was enough to drive her mad, and indeed she was, knocked about by the intensity of the need boiling in her blood.
A frantic whimper left her, and Dominik chuckled, this devilish, gorgeous sound. His kisses found her lips again before ducking down her chin once more, the smooth warmth of them landing on the top of her breast, then the center of her sternum, and then back to her pained nipples that longed for his touch as much as the rest of her.
“Dominik. Dominik,please.”
That sinful chuckle again, humming against that aching bud. “Sweet Rose, have I coaxed ye enough? Shall I at last relieve ye?”
