Font Size
Line Height

Page 37 of Her Highlander’s Darkest Temptation (Highlanders of Cadney #14)

“As ye wish…” He caressed the folds of her sex, then used his hand to part them, opening Lydia up to his touch, then carefully began to press his finger into her tight, hot, channel. Lydia made a choked sound, and he stopped. “Are ye all right lass?”

“Yes…” Donall held himself still, letting her body adjust to the feel of his finger inside her, then pressed slowly inward. Lydia panted, the peaks of her breasts swaying softly as she squirmed and trembled with the feel of him.

Slowly, he slid a second finger into her. Lydia cried out, and he stopped. “Too much?”

“No. Just…” She panted for a moment, her hot, velvety channel adjusting and stretching to take the extra girth. “Please… do not stop…”

“As ye wish.” Donall bent to kiss her, his mouth claiming hers, then tracing a line down her throat and tracing lazy patterns on her skin as he slid two fingers inside her, stretching her, opening her.

His thumb stroked her pleasure center again, once, twice, three times, and Lydia’s back arched as she cried out.

Donall let her ride his hand through her release, until she sank back against the pillows, almost boneless and blissfully spent.

Only then did he withdraw his hand and lick the fluid from his fingers, meeting Lydia’s eyes as he did so.

Her whole body was singing from Donall’s touch, every nerve tingling, as if she’d danced with lightning and come away unscathed, touched by pleasure instead of pain. The sensations his touch invoked in her…

She’d never imagined such feelings.

His eyes met hers, then he lifted his hand and slowly, sensuously, proceeded to lick the fluids of her release from his hand and fingers.

Lydia felt herself blushing all the way down to her chest, and Donall smiled, a hungry, heated smile of promise that, to her surprise, made sparks dance anew in her blood.

Surely I cannot…

Donall rose to his knees and stripped off his kilt, then tossed it to the side, revealing his erect member, tipped with a small pearl of fluid.

He dragged his thumb over the tip, his expression darkening with desire as he did so, then glided the same thumb over her entrance, sliding between the lips of her sex to mingle his fluids with hers.

The sharp, hot spike of desire that shot from sex to core took her by surprise. Lydia jolted, her hips rolling upward in an uncontrolled movement that made Donall smile. “Och, so ready fer me again already, lass?”

Donall’s hands caressed her thighs, leaving trails of heat across her skin, until he reached her sex. Then he rocked his hips forward, and Lydia gasped as she felt the engorged head of his shaft press into her moisture slickened folds.

Donall eased the tip of his shaft inside her, then rolled himself forward, sliding a little deeper as he moved to cover her body with his own, arms on either side of her shoulders, as he kissed her and pressed slowly inside her.

The pressure burned, the sense of being stretched and filled a delicious, heady blend of pleasure and pain that made Lydia whimper and clutch at him, trying to arch up to take him deeper.

Donall was a man of iron control, however, and he controlled the pace, moving so slowly that she wanted to scream.

She felt him press against the barrier of her maidenhead, the slight resistance, and Donall smiled grimly. “I thought I might be yer first…” He bent his head to whisper in a low, growling voice into her ear. “An’ I’m honored tae be so… if ye want me tae be…”

All she could do was nod. His kiss burned against the point of her jaw, the nip of his teeth against her earlobe sparking through her so surprisingly that she almost didn’t feel the sharp sting as he pressed forward and through the barrier, breaching her maidenhead.

It stung for a moment, then faded into the sensations of his lips on her throat, on her breasts, then kissing her again as he resumed pressing his rigid length inside her, until their hips were pressed together, his bollocks a soft pressure against her buttocks.

She had thought the feel of his fingers inside her was overwhelming. But this? None of the stories she’d heard the servants exchanging in whispers had mentioned this.

Every thrust sent a wave of heat and pleasure through her, heightened by her body, still so sensitive after her first climax. Lydia felt she was drowning in sensation, clutching Donall’s arms as an anchor, watching his face as they moved together on the bed.

Her whole body was quivering, muscles tensing and shivering in a way she thought she recognized. Lydia gasped. “Donall…”

“Come fer me lass. I want tae feel ye fall apart around me…” The hoarse words whispered into her ear, just before Donall moved, and one hand tweaked the peak of her taut, sensitive breast, teasing and rolling the nipple in a way that sent sparks straight to her groin.

Lydia cried out, back arching as lightning blazed behind her eyes. Pleasure exploded through her body, her inner walls clenching hard around Donall’s shaft as her release caught her up.

Donall grunted, fists clenching under her hands, body stiffening, and she felt the surge of heat and fluid as his release pumped deep inside her.

The last thing she felt, before lassitude claimed her and dragged her into a pleasant darkness, was Donall’s arms around her, his warm weight settling against her back as they both succumbed to sleep in the aftermath of their shared delight in each other.

Ad If ads affect your reading experience, click here to remove ads on this page.