Page 51 of An English Rose for the Highlander
As Rose immediately reached for the laces, Dominik kissed her fingers, nibbling at the skin as he swirled his fingertips through her secret curls. His wife’s arousal was warm against his skin, and the Laird slowly began to slip inward, finding the softest flesh he’d ever touched between Rose’s thighs.
She let out a breathy moan, struggling but then at last ridding herself of her stays. Dominik assisted her with flinging the item to the floor, dropping his kisses to the thin fabric of her shift above her nipples. The Laird kissed his wife through the soft linen, leaving damp fabric behind as he released one and then the other, making his way further down her body.
“Dominik…”
The needy sound of her voice was music to his ears. Dominik massaged the slick center of her as he continued to sink lower and lower until he was poised over her hips and threw the layers of her skirts over his head. Gripping the inside of Rose’s thigh, he pressed her leg to the side, opening her up for him. Even in the dim light beneath her skirts, Dominik admired the beauty of his wife’s pale flesh and watched for a moment as he danced his fingers through her.
“Ah!”
Rose cried out, her hips pumping upward as he slid a finger inside. As she lifted her body like that, Dominik worked his other hand underneath her leg and then pulled her down toward him. His mouth landed on the tip of her, and without any further teasing, Dominik lapped his tongue across the slick skin set within her folds.
Her taste was divine, and Dominik felt himself grow starving for her as he was possessed by some ravenous spirit that demanded he devour her. And so, he did, licking and sucking as he glided his finger in and out of her channel.
Cool air hit him suddenly as the skirts over his head were pulled away, likely landing somewhere higher on Rose’s body. As soon as it struck him to question what was going on, her fingers were entwined in his hair, squeezing and gripping in rhythmic pulls as she rocked her hips up and down.
It was truly a delight to see his wife so worked up like this. He relished every moment, using his tongue to swirl over her sensitive regions and his finger to replace his manhood in stimulating her walls. As it was, he wasachingto claim her, but there was something about giving her this pleasure, this treasured experience that was all about her.
Besides, I’ll likely find me own release from just the taste of her.
Dominik focused solely on delivering the best treatment possible to his wife, tracking her moans and the movements of her bodyto determine exactly what to do. He found that the combination of suckling on her front while hooking his fingers deep within her and up made Rose buck against him the hardest, cry out the loudest.
“Oh!” She ground herself against his mouth, hips lifting from the bed. “Oh,please…I shall burst…”
Knowing precisely how she felt, Dominik continued to do just that to Rose, sucking and licking as he massaged the unique spot at the top of her walls. His length pressed against the bed, and he could not stop himself from rocking his hips, the sensation enough to work him to the edge.
Rose’s thighs began to quiver, her intimate skin pulsing around him, and he felt the telltale burn of need in the tip of his erection. Giving everything he had to the moment, he counted in his head.
Three, two, one?—
“Dominik!” His wife exploded from his touch, and he shuddered as his own need boiled over, spilling onto the bed covering as he pleasured his wife through the climax.
As she fought to catch her breath, Dominik peeked up at her for a moment, his finger still warm in her channel.
“Catch yer breath, lass. I intend to do that at least twice more.”
25
Rose dimly remembered in the back of her mind a moment when she had not been so entirely consumed by terror and nerves. It was not this moment, not at all.
As she stood there in the keep’s study that Dominik used as an office to conduct his business on behalf of the castle, the sound of boots clomping down the stone hall just outside was as enormous as cannon blasts.
The English officials had arrived.
“You will be perfectly fine, Rose. You are capable. You know the truth.” She whispered the words to herself, attempting to breathe as steadily as she could.
Stepping into the room first was her husband. Dominik led two imposing figures into the room, Fiona and Peggy sneaking into the space behind them. Rose could not tear her eyes awayfrom the stately attire of the Crown’s officials until Fiona was suddenly before her, blocking the view of the two men who were presented with chairs by the Laird and her sweet maid, Peggy.
“Here, me Lady. For courage and strength.” Rose looked down as Fiona pressed something into her hand.
When she opened her fingers, Rose saw a tiny pouch made of rough fabric, the likes of which she would expect on a bag of feed for the livestock. It possessed a thread at the top, which currently kept it sealed shut.
“What is this?” Rose asked, her brow furrowed as she looked back up at Fiona.
“A charm, mistress. It will give ye the courage ye need to face these men and their questions.”
For a moment, Rose thought to inquire more about what was contained within the pouch, but she had grown to learn it was best not to. Many of the people in the clan and throughout Scotland, she had learned, were still practitioners of several ancient traditions and superstitions. And at this point, Rose would take whatever help she could get.
She smiled at the healer’s apprentice, embracing her briefly before the young woman turned to leave. Peggy came up behind Rose then, patting her on the shoulder as she whispered something beneath her breath that sounded like “English justice continues to be lacking.” Rose forced herself not to laugh at thatand smiled at Peggy as she took up a position at the back of the room, not leaving during the interrogation.
