Page 30 of Claimed by the Ruthless Highlander (Taming the Highland Devils #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

" C aiden, when ye kiss me so…" Maisie said between kisses.

"Maisie…" he murmured, low and rough.

She tilted her face up, catching his gaze, and felt a shiver run through her at the intensity in his dark eyes.

"Ye make it difficult to keep me hands to meself," he added, voice thick with desire.

Her pulse raced, heart hammering in her chest, as if every beat was synchronized with the desire that pulsed between them.

He leaned closer, brushing his lips lightly against her temple, then tracing down to her jaw, making her shiver involuntarily.

"Caiden… I…" she began, but the words faltered as his mouth found hers.

Their lips met with a searing urgency, slow at first, tasting, exploring, and building in heat with every heartbeat. Her hands trembled as they sought his chest, feeling the strength beneath his tunic, the broad muscles flexing under her touch, and her own body responded in kind.

"Ye are… drivin' me mad, lass," he groaned against her lips, his hands moving to cup her face, tilting it, claiming her mouth again.

Maisie knew she should stop. That even though not many came to this part of the castle, they could be seen at any moment. The privacy of the spiral staircase helped a little, but it was risky. This thought filled her with fear but also excitement.

Maisie pressed closer, feeling the hard plane of his chest beneath her hands, her fingers tracing along the line of his shoulders. Every nerve in her body seemed to hum with anticipation and delight, alive in a way she had never imagined possible.

She could feel the heat of his hands at her waist, drawing her impossibly nearer, and she moaned softly into the kiss.

He trailed his lips down her neck, grazing the hollow beneath her ear, making her gasp and arch instinctively.

"Maisie… ye have nay idea what ye do to me," he murmured, voice rough with need.

She pressed her hands against his back, feeling the strength of him, the warmth, the danger that was tempered by the intimacy of his touch and possibly being caught.

Her body tingled, alive to every brush of skin, every whisper of heat that passed between them, and she felt desire curl like fire through her veins.

"I cannae… resist ye," she admitted breathlessly, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.

Caiden's thumb stroked her cheek tenderly as he shook his head, lips hovering just above hers. "Nor would I let ye, lass… nor could I," he confessed, the rawness of his need laced with a reverence that made her heart ache.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she leaned into him, feeling every inch of his presence, alive in a way that was both intoxicating and terrifying.

He moved his hands to her hips, holding her firmly yet gently. "Ye feel like fire against me, Maisie," he said, voice low and intimate.

She shivered, pressing herself tighter, feeling the curve of his chest, the strength of his arms around her. Every movement, every touch seemed magnified, heightened by the closeness, the whispered words, and the thrum of desire that neither could deny.

"Caiden… I… want ye to touch me like before," she whispered, fingers tangling in the collar of his tunic.

His lips met hers again, more demanding this time, full of yearning, tasting her, claiming her in a slow, smoldering rhythm.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the hard planes of his shoulders, the warmth of his body against her own, every nerve singing.

His hands traced the line of her back, pressing her to him, and she melted into the sensation, body alive with longing she had never dared to acknowledge before.

Her hands roamed across his chest and shoulders, feeling the power, the heat, the raw strength that made her ache with desire.

"If that is yer wish, then that is what I shall do," he said.

He lifted her leg and set it on the stair, one above, opening her thighs. She sucked in a sharp breath of air.

His hands moved down and pushed her skirts up to her waist. Maisie found it shocking that she helped him. She gathered the material eagerly in her hand holding them high.

She looked left and right, waiting for someone to come around the corner and find them. Then she would be lost forever to ruin, yet she did not care in this moment.

Caiden dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands moved up her stockings.

Every part of her body seemed to awaken under his touch, every nerve on fire, every thought consumed by the sensation of him close and impossible to resist.

The spiral staircase became their private world, twisting and turning, yet their focus was solely on each other, breath mingling, lips seeking, bodies pressing.

"Caiden… please," she whispered, voice thick with longing.

He responded with a low groan, hands moving to her waist, as he unlaced her underthings and pulled them down her body.

She shivered, her lips parting without thought.

"Maisie," he murmured, his voice low, heavy with restraint, yet filled with need.

She tried to answer but could barely form the words, the heat in his gaze stealing her breath as she looked down at him.

Her body throbbed with anticipation.

"Ye'll undo me, lass," Caiden whispered.

His hand slid down, fingers grazing her sweet center, firm yet gentle.

She trembled, her thighs quivering as she struggled to keep upright against the curve of the stone wall. Every stroke of his thumb on her rosebud made her feel alive.

Maisie gasped, his thumb pressing into her. The closeness was unbearable, thrilling, dangerous, yet she could not pull away.

"Caiden," she breathed, her voice breaking with longing, "if ye keep touchin' me so, I'll nae have the strength to resist."

Her words trembled, but she did not push him away.

"Then daenae resist," he murmured, his lips brushing her thigh.

Heat shot down her spine, her pulse hammering low in her belly until she thought she might fall apart. She clung to the stair railing for balance, the rough wood digging into her palm, anchoring her.

"God help me, Maisie, I cannae stay away from ye." With those words he plunged his face between her thighs.

She felt his tongue lick and suck on her forbidden area. She felt the world tilt as his mouth claimed her, hot and demanding.

Her lips parted, her heart surging wildly as though she had been starving for this. It stole her breath, stole her reason, and she sank against the wall, every thought but his touch vanishing.

Her hands rose of their own accord, tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer against her as she opened her thighs wider.

His skilled kiss deepened. Heat pooled in her belly, her thighs trembling harder as the thrill of being caught flickered in her mind.

Any servant could wander the corridor, yet that danger only sharpened the fire burning between them. She forced herself to restrain all the moans that begged to be released.

"Ye drive me mad, lass," he groaned against her. Caiden let out a low growl of desire, his control fraying.

Maisie clutched at the wall, her breath coming in desperate gasps as she arched toward him. The sensation was intoxicating, as if she were on the brink of falling into some beautiful abyss.

"Maisie, ye'll ruin me," he said.

Her skin tingled, gooseflesh rising where his mouth grazed, and she gasped aloud at the intensity.

"I swore to keep away, but God above, ye've bewitched me."

She moaned softly, unable to hold back. Her pulse hammered, her belly tight with a pulsing ache she could not ignore.

"Caiden," she whispered, her voice thick with yearning, "I daenae ken what is happenin' to me." Her fingers tightened in his hair as she tilted her head back, granting him more of her. "I want this, want ye."

With that, she released and slid down the wall. She sat on the stair as Caiden simply looked at her. She felt vulnerable, but she could not stop the tremors that moved through her.

He groaned deeply, his hand sliding to her thigh. The touch made her cry out softly, her whole body trembling as he touched. She felt every inch of him, powerful and unyielding, and her blood burned hot in her veins. She clung to him, desperate, terrified, alive.

The danger of the stairwell, open, exposed, vulnerable, only heightened the fever of the moment. She could hear distant footsteps echoing somewhere above, though no one appeared. Still, the thought of discovery set her pulse racing faster, mingling with the thrill of his hands upon her.

"We could be caught," she whispered breathlessly, though her body betrayed no wish to stop.

"Let them catch us," Caiden growled, his lips devouring hers once more.

"Let the whole castle ken what ye do to me.

" His voice was thick with passion, every word carrying the weight of desire he could no longer deny.

Maisie felt herself unravel beneath him, her breath mingling with his as she gave herself to the moment.

Needing to give back, Maisie let her hand slide down to his hardened staff. Her fingers kneaded gently into the taut member, finding the tension there and easing it with slow, tender strokes.

Caiden's head fell back slightly, a deep moan escaping his lips. "Saints above, lass… ye've magic hands."

His voice sent another wave of heat through her, her heart swelling at the pleasure she gave him.

"Ye carry so much upon yer shoulders, Caiden," she whispered, massaging his thick rod with steady care. "Let me take some of the weight." Her touch grew firmer, coaxing another low groan of delight from his chest.

"Maisie," he breathed, his hands tightening at her waist, "if ye keep this up, I'll never let ye go."

His words trembled between plea and promise, and she felt her heart falter with longing. She wanted to tell him she did not wish to be let go, not now, not ever. But instead, she continued to massage him, unsure if she did things correctly, letting his moans guide her.

Then he put his hand over hers, and moved it up and down, slowly, tenderly.

"Is that what ye like, Laird?" she asked.

"Aye," he said.

Then he released her hand, and she moved hers up and down with care. Then remembering how his movements grew faster on her, she did the same. Moving her hand faster and faster.

She watched as Caiden put a hand against the wall and braced himself. His groans grew louder and louder.

Then she saw his whole body tense before releasing his seed.