Page 25 of Highlander’s Captive Bride (Troubles of Highland Lasses #4)

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T ingling warmth spread through her limbs as she contemplated that body now. Imagining its towering, rock-like strength, the way power and authority flowed from every rippling, finely tuned muscle with effortless ease, set every one of her senses afire.

Just the thought of the chiseled, masculine beauty of Bellamy’s saturnine features hovering above her in the glowing lamplight, the softness of his long, dark locks as they fell around his shoulders, and the way the shadows seemed to pool in the gray depths of his eyes when he kissed and caressed her burning skin was making her hot between her thighs with desire.

I want him so much… Shall I go to him now?

She was about to get out of bed and follow her urge to be with him when she heard a tiny sound by her door. Clutching the covers to her chest, she watched, holding her breath, as the door creaked open, and a sliver of low, amber light crept in from the hallway.

The gap widened, and the sight of the huge, dark figure that slipped into her chamber so silently had goosebumps prickling her skin in thrilled anticipation even before the door shut, and the light was extinguished.

Daisy threw back the covers and welcomed Bellamy into her bed with open arms and a desperate craving to feel her naked body entwined with his. She bit her lip as she watched his magnificent, shadowed form hastily rip off what little clothing it wore and toss it aside, and when his warm, powerful frame came down on hers and their lips joined in a feverish kiss, she melted into him.

It dizzied her to know she had the power to draw him to her just with her thoughts, like a helpless sailor in thrall to a siren’s song!

Without breaking their kiss, she wriggled out of her shift, smiling in gratification by the amorous groan her action drew deep from Bellamy’s throat. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to him, his mouth hungrily plundering hers. She met him with a feverish intensity of her own, her senses inflamed by the sensation of having him completely naked against her.

In a frenzy of wanting, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his long locks. She pressed her breasts against him wantonly. Her nipples were already hard just at the thought of his caresses. Bellamy groaned and breathed heavily as his mouth traveled lower over her naked skin.

Daisy arched her back when his large, battle-roughened palms cupped her breasts, sending exquisite shivers of pleasure through her body as he squeezed and rolled them, pinching the stiff tips between his forefingers and thumbs tantalizingly. Inflamed, she thrust herself at him, compelled to scatter tiny kisses across his smooth, hot skin, just as his lips were carving a hot, hungry trail down her throat and neck.

“I want ye so much, Bellamy,” she breathed raggedly in his ear as his mouth finally joined his hands in ravishing her breasts. She mewled in near delirium and clung to him more tightly as he sucked and nipped at them in luxurious enjoyment. “I want ye inside me.”

His response was a low growl and a swift movement that somehow ended up with Bellamy between her thighs. He pushed her down, so she lay back on the bed, open to him. His hands still teased her breasts, while his mouth traveled in heated exploration down her belly, making her quiver with anticipation for what was coming next.

Daisy clutched his hair, moaning and opening her legs wider when she felt his mouth seize hold of her already swollen bud, tantalizing her with his sucking and nipping. Then, leaving one hand fondling her breasts, he lowered the other to tease her excited bud, rubbing it rhythmically with his fingers until she thought she would scream.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she raised her hips to meet his mouth when his tongue slid into her silken folds, exploring every inch of her. He opened her lips further, his tongue flickering inside her like a hot, questing flame as if he would devour her.

Then, she felt his fingertips playing at her entrance, dancing in and out of her. She moaned loudly, her head thrashing from side to side, opening her thighs wider still, resting her legs on his shoulders, greedy for more.

“Please, Bellamy,” she moaned, then gave a little scream as his thick fingers plunged inside her, first two, then three, stretching her entrance ever wider to accommodate him.

His slow, deliberate twists and thrusts were making her wet, and she panted feverishly, urging him on to greater depths with her hips. Bellamy seemed to sense her growing need, his movements gradually picking up speed and force, while his thumb strummed her bud relentlessly.

Jolts of intense pleasure shook her, and she was caught on a rising tide of abandon, feeling nothing but Bellamy inside her, on her, as he took control of her body. She thrashed and cried out his name as he took her up, up, ever closer to the peak of ecstasy. She reached it with a scream, riding his hand roughly to prolong the intensity of the moment.

Yet, even as she started to descend from the wild heights, she needed more of him—all of him. Possessed by a dark and primal desire she had not known was in her, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She squeezed him tightly with her thighs, her already molten sex yearning for him to bury his hardness deep inside her.

Panting, Bellamy repositioned himself over her body, leaning up on his forearms, his mouth coming down on hers just as she felt his hard length against her entrance. When her slid inside her, his hard length gradually filling her to the brim, she writhed and moaned beneath him in passionate ardor.

Bellamy grunted with deep satisfaction as he drew back and then thrust into her again. The sound of his pleasure only inflamed Daisy more, and she raised her hips up to meet his thrusts.

Bellamy’s mouth wandered hotly from her breasts to her mouth and everything in between as his thrusts slowly picked up speed. Gripped by the intoxicating feeling of him inside her, Daisy’s hands and lips moved convulsively over his brawny arms and shoulders, reveling in the sensation of him filling her time and time again.

Soon, his rhythmic thrusts grew harder, deeper, driving into her, her pleasure reaching new heights with every stroke of his hips against hers.

“Och, Daisy, the things ye do to me,” he panted brokenly, gazing deeply into her eyes as his body took her to the brink of bliss and sent her plunging over the edge. She was still screaming his name when his thrusts became more urgent, and he murmured, “Ye’re mine, Daisy, all mine,” into her mouth just as she felt him stiffen inside her. His body convulsed, seized by a wave of ecstasy.

They lay like that for a long while, both slick with sweat and panting, to catch their breath, staring into each other’s eyes and smiling in wonder. Daisy loved the feel of Bellamy on top of her. She loved to be able to run her hands freely over any part of him she liked, getting to know his body, all its scars, and all its power and beauty. She sighed with contentment, embracing him once more, her legs around his waist, her arms holding him tight.

He rolled over so she was lying on top of him. He ran his hands up and down her back, then cupped her behind and squeezed it as he gazed at her smilingly.

“D’ye ken, me bonny lass, since the first time I laid eyes on ye properly, in those woods, when ye tried to run away from me, I’ve wanted ye? I thought ye were the most beautiful lass I’ve ever seen, but I never thought ye could be mine.”

“Did ye really think me beautiful?” Daisy asked, thrilled and flattered by his words.

“Aye, and ye’ve grown more so every day I’ve kenned ye.”

She giggled, delighted. “I remember being so afraid when ye caught me that time, but when ye had me pinned to the ground and ye were looking down at me, in spite of everything that happened, I couldnae help thinking how braw ye were. The handsomest monster I’ve ever seen,” she confessed with a laugh. “I hated meself because I wanted to kiss ye even then.”

“Is that so?” Bellamy asked with a pleased chuckle. “Because I wanted to kiss ye, too.” He wrapped his arms around her and gave a deep contented sigh that she felt in her chest. “I dinnae think I’ve ever been so happy in me life as I am at this minute,” he confessed.

“Me neither,” Daisy said, resting her head on his chest in complete contentment. “I’m so glad I didnae have to leave ye, after all. Me heart was breaking at the thought of never seeing ye again. And Elodie, of course. When Dominic told me Violet had healed herself, why, I felt as light as a feather!”

“I’m grateful to the man. When I saw ye running back to me with a smile on yer face, I thought me heart would explode,” Bellamy told her, planting a kiss on her nose.

They reminisced a little longer, sharing their innermost thoughts about how they had met and how their love had grown in such strange circumstances. But after a while, both feeling pleasantly tired and fulfilled by their lovemaking, they snuggled up together under the covers, with Bellamy holding Daisy in the crook of his arm.

She thought he was asleep when his voice suddenly rumbled in his chest against her ear.

“Daisy?”

“Hmm, me love?” she replied sleepily.

“Would ye marry me?”

She frowned, thinking she must have misheard him. “What was that ye said?”

“I said, would ye do me the honor of being me wife?”

Daisy did not think she had ever moved so quickly in her life when she leaped from his arms and turned to face him.

“Did ye just ask me to marry ye?”

“Er, did I?” he teased, rubbing his chin as if in deep thought.

“Och, well, I must have misheard ye,” she replied, feigning indifference, going to lie back down again.

But it was not to be, for Bellamy pulled her back.

“Wheesht, woman, ye ken very well what I asked ye,” he said, kissing her face all over.

“Ask me again,” she wheedled, wanting to hear the words again.

“Lady Daisy Winfrey, would ye kindly do me the honor of consenting to be me wife?”

Daisy’s arms went around his neck, and she hugged him tightly, while his laughter shook her from head to toe. She kissed him squarely on the lips and said, “I will.”