Page 62 of Deception of a Highlander

Her hand slid a slow, teasing path down his stomach to where his kilt was belted around his waist. Slowly, achingly, she threaded the leather through the metal clasp and let the belt clatter to the floor. The wet kilt spiraled off his waist to the floor with a graceless splat.

Her frigid skin against the raging heat of his cock was a bittersweet relief that cooled and heated all at once. Desire pounded in his ears and pulsed against her belly, demanding he slake the lust that had haunted him for two months. Two long months.

He would have her this day.

Kieran swept her legs from beneath her and cradled her slight weight in his arms. The pile of hay was not the grand bed she deserved, but in a stark room with naught but wet cloth to cushion them from the hard floor, it would have to suffice.

He lowered her to their makeshift bed and the sweet scent of hay rose up around them. She laid back, her shy gaze fixed upon him. Her breasts rose and fell with each quickened breath. She was nervous. And judging from the unaccustomed pulse in his gut, perhaps he was too.

He stretched his body over hers, enough to feel the heat of her skin against his own, but not close enough to touch. He dared not, lest he lose himself to lust. His lips nuzzled the softness of hers. Once. Twice. She gave a little whimper of protest and lifted her chin toward his mouth. Her efforts were in vain. He would not give in so easily to temptation this time, not until he had seen to her pleasure.

His fingers trailed over the coolness of her damp skin, tracing the heavy fullness of her breast before he suckled the cold pebble of her nipple into his mouth. She gave a sharp gasp and arched her back. Her breasts thrust forward, goading him, begging for more. He circled the warming bud with his tongue and bit back a grin. If she enjoyed this, she would truly enjoy what he intended to do next.

He trailed kisses down her flat stomach until the downy hair of her sex grazed his chin. His fingers stroked the skin inside her thighs, easing higher and higher until her legs parted for him. Sweat prickled his brow.

He let the warmth of his lips brush her inner thigh, and her breath caught. She stiffened beneath his touch. He would not be dissuaded.

He grasped the curve of her bottom, holding her captive, and he pressed his lips against the heady fragrance of her arousal. His heart raced, and he plunged his tongue inside her tangy, honeyed depths.

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Fire threaded through Marin’s body until her palms burned with it. She moaned and threw her head back in surrender to the waves of pleasure lapping against her molten core. Kieran’s finger slid inside of her, gently stretching her. Preparing her for him.

No longer modest, she wound her hands through his hair and cradled his head against her while his merciless tongue of fire flicked against the wild pulse between her legs.

“Kieran,” she whimpered. Warmth tingled along her feet, her hands, coiled in her belly. Her muscles tensed in preparation for her impending release.

“Yes,” he growled against her. He strengthened his grip on her bottom and pressed her tighter to the exquisite torment of his mouth.

Pleasure exploded around her, and the focus of her world shattered into a million pieces. Delicate muscles quivered with spasm after delicious spasm, rolling in time with each wave of bliss. Her hands clutched useless fistfuls of hay.

Kieran’s tongue dragged against her one final, breath-shuddering time before the warmth of his lips pulled away. She raised her head and found him staring at her, his eyes black with unmistakable lust.

Her gaze swept down his naked body where he kneeled between her legs, and a whimper sounded in the back of her throat. He was glorious. His arms bulged with power, and his chest and stomach were lined with it. Deep indentations trailed over either side of his hips, cut lines of sinewy muscle that traced a path to where his phallus throbbed proudly before him.

He shifted forward, his body graceful in the low light. This time, he did not tease her with the whispered touch of his body against hers. This time, the sprinkling of hair on his legs and chest tickled her sensitive flesh, and the weight of him settled with comfortable ease on top of her. She arched against him until the blunt edge of his arousal bumped between her legs. His back muscles went taut beneath her fingers, and he pressed forward, nudging the moisture between her legs.

His lips brushed her ear. “Tell me if I’m hurting ye.”

Before she was able to answer, his mouth was on hers again, the tangy taste of her mingling with the sensual spice of his tongue. He flexed his hips forward beneath her hands, and the tip of him edged inside of her.

Mariel moved helplessly against him with a moan of anticipation. The silky heat of his erection pushed again, and he inched deeper inside.

A sharp sensation needled her and rippled the surface of her passion. An unwanted reminder of her inexperience. As though sensing her discomfort, Kieran stopped and held his body motionlessly over hers.

He trailed hot kisses up her neck, the scrape of his unshaven chin grazing the hollow of her throat. His breath was warm against her ear, his breathing ragged despite his slow movements. He pushed carefully until he was completely inside of her. He stilled then, his breathing heavy.

Mariel smiled against his neck. She knew it was for her benefit that he forced himself to stop.

She also knew the sooner she accepted the discomfort, the sooner it would fade to pleasure. Ignoring the sting of her inexperience, she slid her hips back and nudged forward again. Kieran gave a choked groan and gripped her thighs.

“Dinna do that…” His voice was low, dangerous.

Mariel arched an eyebrow. “This?” She circled her bottom, and a blissful thrill jolted through her.

A muscle leapt in his jaw. His dark eyes studied her with careful consideration, and then he began to glide in and out of her slowly. Pain tickled the edges of pleasure until it became nonexistent.

His thrusts fell into a smooth rhythm Mariel rose to meet, each grind of their hips more exquisite than the last. His back was slick where she clung to him, his neck salty against the stroke of her tongue. She wrapped her legs around his waist and writhed against him in silent desperation for the impending release humming throughout her body.