Page 76 of Captured By the Highland Devil
“Damn it, lass. Ye must, for the hunger I have for ye is going to make me demand much of ye that an innocent like ye cannae give.”
In answer, she lifted her head from the mattress and kissed him..
With a growl, he grabbed a fistful of her skirts and yanked them up and Paige made a startled noise as his hand locked underher bare thigh. He pulled her wide beneath him, settling into the cradle of her open legs. Innocent or nay, she could not mistake the hard length he pressed against her.
“Is this what ye want?” he demanded, desperation tightening his voice. To his surprise and pleasure, she pushed back against him exploratorily. Her hands trembled on his shoulders, but she fixed him with an unwavering gaze.
“Aye.” All she still wanted from him was to give him all of herself.
She stared up at him with wide, dark eyes. Her lips were damp and swollen from his punishing kiss as Ruben set to work on the laces running down her back. He moved behind her and brushed her hair over her shoulder.
When the ties were loosened, he peeled back her blue gown and kissed down her spine now before he lifted her chemise. His fingers brushed along her collarbone as he cupped her breasts, from behind. The taut pink tips strained under his touch.
She did not try to hide her body from him, but she knew he knew from the trembling of her lips that she was nervous. Dipping his head, he lowered his mouth to her neck and dragged his lips from the base of her throat to the slope of one breast.
When his tongue flicked her beaded nipple, she jerked and gulped a ragged breath. She was so sensitive. He lavished attention on first one breast and then the other, pulling gasps and moans from her with each graze and swirl of his tongue.
“God above, ye’re beautiful,” he groaned while stepping away to shuck his shirt and removed his breeks.
Her dark gaze was like a soft caress as it slid over his chest and down his torso to his jutting manhood. Her eyes rounded and her mouth formed a silent “oh” as she took in the size of him. While she had had him in her mouth, he looked thicker than ever before.
Pushing her on the bed, his tongue lavished attention on first one breast and then the other, sliding lower and lower at each time. He settled between her trembling thighs and lowered his mouth to her very core. She opened her legs wider to accommodate his hips when he kissed up her.
Paige sucked in a breath when his manhood nudged against her wet entrance. With one trembling finger, he circled her opening, teasing and taunting her, his fingers dipping in and sliding out of her tight body.
He doubled his fingers and his thrusting force, delving inside hard enough that she peaked; shattered, crying out. He kissed her ear. “Now, lass. I’m going to take ye now.”
“I’ve waited,” she reached for a kiss. “For a long time.”
. Instead, he circled that nub of pleasure at the top of her sex until she tilted her hips in wordless invitation.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed in an inch at a time. Whenever she tensed at the new invasion, he stilled, waiting for her to adjust and relax. Finally, he was flush inside her and Paige could never imagine she would feel so full.
He kissed her lips, “I love yer body.”
Reaching for her, he locked her ankles behind his back, and the last of his self-control shattered. Smoothing his damp hair from his forehead, she felt a shuddery breath leave him.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he rocked into her again and again, pushing harder and faster. Paige tightened around him as burst and burst of pleasure exploded inside her body.
She kissed him as hard as he kissed her and reveled in how their tongues twined with the same eroticism as their joined bodies. With each hard thrust, his need and lust seemed to double.
He drove into her with wicked, scantling abandon, not once losing his rhythm, but kept driving them to completion. Her lungs burned as he slung her sleek legs over his shoulders and gave it to her.
His hips slammed again and again, her muscles tensed as she screamed, her tight channel milking him. They both careened over the edge and into ecstasy together, riding the wave until they drifted back into their bodies, breathless and shaking.
He dropped onto the mattress beside her, drawing her onto his chest as her frantic pants began to even out. She was as supple as melted wax, draping over him in languid repose.
“Ruben…”
“Aye?”
“What do ye wish for, sons or daughters?” Paige asked.
It took him a long time to reply and when he did, his words were not what she’d expected. “It matters nae to me who comes first,” he said. “Any daughter we have will be as strong and brave as their Maither, and any sons we have will be as just and good.”
He turned to her, “Are ye already thinkin’ about out bairns?”
“It’s in the back of me mind,” she replied. “I suppose we’ll have to see one day. But before we do have children, I’d prefer ye to teach me how to handle a sword and swim.”
He laughed. “I agree to those terms. Now, get some sleep, we’ll have a long day on the morrow.”
“Startin’ with?”
“I think with gettin’ ye a proper sword,” he replied. “I will turn ye into the best swordswoman the Highlands have ever seen.”
The End?