Page 15 of Forge of the Highlander’s Destiny
He moved slowly at first, kissing her lightly in tiny movements, helping her to find her way. Her hands gently moved from her sides, up over his shoulders, and behind his neck where she was finally able to feel the soft brown curls at his nape.
It spurred her on to deepen the kiss, savoring the feeling of a warm, strong man against her body and the taste of his mouth on hers.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she was supposed to be angry at him, but all she could think about in the moment was this kiss.
Nothing else was making it into her mind, and she allowed him to push her back against one of the walls of the library.
He pulled away from her kiss and started to move his mouth down the skin of her neck.
She turned her head, so that he had more room, and the feeling was heavenly.
Was this why she’d been burning and aching inside ever since she’d met him?
With each kiss on her skin, and the brush of his rough beard against her softness, she wanted him more and more.
A need was growing between her thighs settling down from her stomach to the core of her.
“Lass,” Cohen breathed. “Ye are so bonnie. So perfect. Will ye let me touch ye?”
“We are touchin’,” she said breathlessly, and there was a soft chuckle before Cohen returned his mouth to hers. He pulled away again and looked into her eyes, his thumb stroking her cheek.
“I mean touch ye between yer legs. Where ye feel the ache.”
Arya bit her lip, feeling the sudden urge to be rebellious. She might not have agreed in the past, but now, it was all she wanted. She nodded and said, “Aye. I want that.”
He grinned and placed another soft kiss on her lips. “This willnae get ye with child, Arya, if that is yer fear. I mean only to touch ye with me hands and mouth.”
Mouth? There?
Arya was now even more intrigued. Cohen leaned down and began to lift her skirts, and she helped him.
Her heart was pattering away nervously, but she was thrilled too, ready to have her first real adventure with a man now that she was free of her dungeon.
While Arya kept her hands on her skirts, Cohen’s rough, large hands slid up her soft legs, until she shivered when his fingers met at the apex of her thighs.
“Ye are wet, Lass,” he said with satisfaction, sliding a thumb across her opening. Arya leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. The gentle motion was giving her pleasure while also making her want more. After a few strokes, her body tensed as she felt one finger slip inside.
She let out a gasp and opened her eyes. Cohen looked up at her with his soft brown eyes. “Are ye all right?” he asked.
She nodded again and fluttered her eyes closed once more as he moved his finger in and out, tantalizingly slowly. Her breath started to come fast, and she made a little moan as he slid another finger inside, stretching her.
“Lift yer leg, Lass, and put it over me shoulder,” Cohen grunted in a thick voice as he kneeled down.
Arya did as he requested with his help, and she had to steady herself against the wall as she felt the first warm touch of his lips against her soft skin.
His lips were soft, but his beard was rough, and the contrast was intoxicating.
He kissed slowly at first, and then she grew louder, and her chest heaved for breath, as his tongue flicked against her gentle pearl before making the same strokes as his fingers had done.
Searching for balance as she felt the pleasure grow in her muscles, she reached out to put her hand on his head.
He gripped her from behind, pulling her body closer as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste.
The desire she felt from him was sending her closer and closer to the edge, and after his tongue made a final lick against her length, she cried out, and pleasure broke over her in waves.
Her muscles shuddered around him, and he held tight to her as she climaxed. It took a few seconds for her to see clearly, for her to be able to even speak, but Cohen gently set her leg down and rose from his kneeling position.
He leaned down to kiss her, and his mouth was warm and wet. Leaning his head against her forehead, he said, “So beautiful, Arya. I have been wanting to do that ever since I had to take ye from yer chamber in only a towel. It was killin’ me slowly.”
He chuckled, giving her a bright smile, making her smile too. She felt a lovely tingle of pleasure at his affectionate words, and she realized that even though she knew him but a little, she did like him. Very much, in fact.
She replied, “Well, I am glad to have caused some suffering, at least. That can be yer punishment then for nae lettin’ me go on the hunt today.”
Laughing, he pulled back but kept his hands on her waist. Arya’s eyes traveled from his smiling face down the length of his body.
In his trousers she could see a hardened bulge, and she swallowed, wondering if it was she who had done that to him.
Even though she was so ignorant of the ways between men and women, the sight of that made her stomach flutter.
He said, “Agreed. But perhaps ye willnae let me suffer any longer. I should wish to do that again another time, if ye are willin’, of course.”
Arya blushed, unable to wipe the smile from her face. “Perhaps,” she said. “I will have to think about it.”
“I kenned ye would say that.” Smiling, he leaned down to kiss her again, but there was a knock at the door. Cohen jolted back, and he put a finger to his lips and then adjusted himself before walking to the door. It was Malcolm on the other side.
“We’ve returned from the hunt. I want to speak to ye about the meat we were able to manage.” Malcolm spoke in his usual gruff tone, and Arya prayed that he wasn’t able to see her partially hidden behind one of the bookcases.
“Aye, Malcolm. I will be there in one moment.”
“Very good,” Malcolm left, and Arya sighed with relief as she heard Cohen close the door.
Walking back to her, he said, “I’m sorry, Lass, but I need to go help the men.”
“Of course,” she replied, pushing away from the wall and taking her first steps, wondering if her legs would ever recover from such pleasures.
“Ye daenae need to worry about me,” she said with a flash of her eyes.
“As I have already said many times.” She walked to the hearth and flopped into a chair.
He looked at her for a few seconds, and a slow grin came over his face.
“Aye, ye have. But perhaps,” he said, moving closer, “ye might come to realize that I cannae help worryin’ about ye.
In fact, I think I might even like it.” He breathed his last words against her lips before he took her mouth again.
The last kiss left her breathless and reeling once more, and then he left, having stoked the fire of her passions again. He was a clever man, and she had no doubt in her mind that she would let him do what he’d just done again.