Page 48 of A Highland Bride Taken

He laughed even harder, flicking her nose gently.

“Yer ire is beautiful,” he said with a smile.

She wrinkled her nose, which caused him to reach up and kiss the look off her face.

“I would much rather see yer eyes widen with pleasure when I lick ye.”

Her eyes widened with curiosity.

“Let me show ye,” he murmured. “Lie back and trust me to give ye pleasure.”

The look on her face was wary and so innocent that he had to sit back on his haunches and admire her.

“I trust ye, Me Laird.”

If he lacked any motivation to continue before, he finally had it.

“I want to taste ye, but if ye arenae comfortable with anythin’, ye can stop me.”

She nodded.

He ran a hand along her calf to her thigh, pushing up her shift until she was bared to his hungry gaze. She instinctively tried to cover herself, but he stilled her with a hand on her thigh.

“Dinnae cover yerself,” he said, leaning forward. “Ye’re beautiful.”

She reddened, and he saw that she indeed flushed just as beautifully everywhere.

“I want to taste ye now,” he whispered.

She nodded and squeezed her eyes shut.

He smiled against her inner thigh, knowing that soon her eyes would fly open.

He groaned as her scent hit him first. She smelled sweeter than anything he could recall. The only thing he could compare it to was the orchard in summer, but she smelled even sweeter.

He kissed his way up from her calf, leaving gentle nips and caresses in his wake, until he finally reached her sex. She was quivering already, but she remembered to keep her legs apart. He so desperately wanted to see if she’d remember to when his tongue was between her folds.

He used the fingers of one hand to part her folds and leaned forward to take his first taste. He had promised to go easy on her, but as soon as her nectar burst on his tongue, there was no way he could hold back from savoring her fully.

Grabbing her thighs to hold them apart, he feasted on her as though she were made to be savored. Her hand found its way to his head, and she was torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

He gave particular attention to her throbbing nub, and she shot up like he had expected her to, on a scream he knew the entire castle would hear. He continued lapping at her when he felt the burst of her pleasure, not stopping until he had fully quenched the thirst that would no doubt kill him when he chose to leave.

“That was…” she trailed off when he fixed her shift around her. “I thank ye.”

He bit back a smile and nodded.

No woman had ever thanked him for giving her pleasure before, but he didn’t need her to know that. He pulled the bedcovers around her, then went to stoke the fire so she wouldn’t catch a chill.

She looked so peaceful as she snuggled beneath the covers that he was immediately struck by guilt for having tainted her.

He turned to the door but stopped when he heard her shift.

“Ye should rest,” he advised.

“Are ye leaving?” she asked.

“Aye.”