Page 18 of Kidnapped by her Highland Enemy

T he bed was so soft, Maisie found it sinful.

While she had eaten, the serving girl had gotten her fire going so now, while tugging the sheets over her, she felt a comfort that she only used to feel at home.

The down-stuffed pillow was soft under her head, and she mourned leaving such comfort the next day.

As she dozed, Lucas’s truncated knock roused her and she sleepily slipped out of bed to open the door for him. He came in and she smiled softly before turning back to the bed—only she spun right back to him and stood, trembling.

Lucas was naked from the waist up. Moonlight illuminated the hard planes, dusted with darker hair, blanketing bulging muscles and sinewy ridges which made her mouth go dry.

Maisie idly wondered how he would feel if she pressed her hands against his chest. Looking up, she met glittering green eyes that held her captive, and her tongue cleaved to the roof of her mouth.

He came closer, cupped her face, and kissed her softly, rubbing her cheek with his thumb. “Go back to bed, lass, it’s been a long day.”

Wordlessly, she obeyed and slid between the sheets, suddenly unable to go back to rest. She kept her eyes closed as Lucas pulled spare furs from the bed and made another makeshift cot on the ground.

Slitting her eyes open, she watched as the firelight burnished the skin of his back a dark bronze as he ate his supper.

Again, her hand trembled with the need to reach out and explore his awe-provoking body.

Time seemed to slow to an aching speed, while everything under her skin heated with every breath. When Lucas dropped down to his bed, the clench in her stomach lessened a little but did not dissipate.

The more she tried to fall back to sleep, the more her body rebelled, and she was attuned to Lucas mere feet away from her— twisting and turning on the floor. The more it went on, the more agitated and a bit confused Maisie felt.

Flinging the covers back, she sat up. “For heaven’s sake, Lucas, get off the floor and come to the bed. There’s plenty of space up here for both of us.”

Lucas sat up and rubbed his face, “Lass…” his tone was dark and sinfully ragged, “It’s better if I stay where I am.”

Rolling her eyes, Maisie stepped off the bed, “I ken why ye would do this, but nay one is going to attack us in the middle of the night, two stories high. Do ye ken how many drunken men a horde of attackers would have to plow through to get to us?”

“It’s nae that,” Lucas was on his feet too. “I am simply tryin’ to stop myself from making a mistake that might cost me life.”

Frowning, Maisie went to his side, “And what mistake is that? Do ye ken that ye’ll take advantage of me if ye share a bed ? Ye willnae, if that happens to be what plagues ye at the moment.”

He came closer. “Daenae tempt me. If I touch ye now, I will never stop.”

She made to agree with him, but instead, no words came, because truly, she wanted his touch.

It was what her heart clamored for. Swallowing, Maisie reached out, the tremble of her hand plain as she rested her palm on his bare chest. The firelight flickered over his chest, rending his skin ombre and while the hair on his chest was wiry, his muscles were warm and his skin smooth.

Lucas hissed out a breath when her other hand joined her first in their bold investigation. God bones, but he was huge, and the thought of all this barely-contained power unleashed on her body made her dizzy. His hard stomach heaved beneath her hands as she drew them lower.

Inches away from the tantalizing vee of his belly, Lucas grabbed her hand and growled, “Yer playing with fire. If I touch ye right now, there’s nay turning back.”

Tilting her head up, Maisie quietly replied, “There’s naything there for me, Lucas. The moment ye kissed me, what I’d left behind me began to fragment away anyhow.”

After a tense moment, he broke their mesmerizing connection to wrap his heated, strong hands around her and pressed her to his chest. He kept wrapped her arms around her own waist, covering them with his and pressed right over his heart.

At the feel on his skin, tremors started coursing through her.

This was how it felt to be held. To be protected. To be cared for… and it felt marvelous. All her life, the only thing she knew was propriety, the men who she met only bowed to her—not once had they touched her. With Lucas, propriety flew out the window.

“Sweet, lass,” he whispered roughly. His hand slipped away from her hip, up her back and into her unbound hair to grasp her nape just as his mouth covered hers.

He clasped her waist, pulling her against his body as he angled his face to run his tongue along the seam of her lips and the moment she admitted him—he became ravenous.

His mouth was demanding, possessive, unhinged and the sensation sweeping through her body was like a bird, beating its wings as it made ready to take flight. Kissing him back became more vital than taking her next breath.

The hands she had pressed against his chest in defense now drew in the warmth of his body, allowing her to feel the rapid beat of his heart. Lucas suddenly withdrew, lifting his mouth from hers only to press kisses down her neck.

The kiss of his heated mouth on her skin caused gooseflesh to blossom everywhere, and her nipples to constrict into aching beads. His mouth found hers again, his mobile tongue exploring the recesses of her mouth, laving, stroking, cajoling and singularly focused upon her ravishment.

A deep moan rumbled from the back of his throat as he backed her to bed, and the world ceased to exist as his hand pulled every stitch from her body. When the cloth fluttered to the floor, Lucas perched a knee on the bed behind her.

“Such a bonny little thing,” he remarked while he teased each nipple with little flicks of his thumbs, smirking when he drew a sharp gasp from her, then a yearning moan. Ducking his head, he dragged his tongue slowly over one while stroking the other with his thumb.

Gently, he rested her on the bed to do away with the pair of boots and breeches. Maisie bit her lip at the sight of him. Gifted with thick arms, chest and legs, his manhood was no less blessed. Lucas smirked at seeing her eyes roam over him and he joined her on the bed.

Kneeling on the bed, he gently parted her legs and notched his body between them and while he braced the bulk of his weight on his bent arms, she felt the muscled mass of him rest on her body—and felt heat lance itself up her spine at the feel of him.

Lucas claimed her mouth again and felt her every inch of her skin prick alive when his rough hand coasted over her body. The first hungry lick of his tongue took her breath away, and as his hand slipped under her body to squeeze her plump behind, she arched into his touch.

His kiss grew from seductive to ferocious passion and Maisie closed her eyes and melted into his touch.

She could have happily kissed him forever and her nipple jutted against his palm.

He trailed kisses along her neck until his lips arrived at her heaving cleavage and suckled.

A long, slow moan that vibrated from her throat had Lucas’s slipping his hand under her knees and pulling them up.

His fingers carded through a patch of curls, inching closer to her opening. Maisie grabbed at his arms and her breath caught with a sharp gasp as his finger traced over her.

“Calm ye.” He splayed his hand and encouraged her thighs to part. “Tis all right. Let me touch ye.”

“Lucas?”

He caressed her tiny button with feathery touches before he slipped his finger inside her warm center. Instantly, she clenched around him, and he hissed in pleasure while quick gasps left her parted lips.

Tiny cries erupted from the back of her throat as pleasure coursed through her like a surging wave, doubling back through her burning limbs to meet again in the pit of her bell.

Maisie’s hips lifted as he added another finger and dipped his head to suckle her breast, nipping the tight bud with his teeth—eking another passioned cry from her.

He fingered her faster, applying the lightest friction to the spot that would send her mad. Maisie’s eyes flew open and a cry caught in her throat, just as he stopped and gently pulled away from inside her but kept his fingertips playing over her heated flesh.

“I cannae resist you.” He covered her mouth with a kiss that left both burning.

Maisie sucked in a ragged breath. “My body aches.”

He kissed her again, “So does mine, lass, but daenae worry, I’ll assuage that hurt soon.”

Maisie whimpered, arching her hips away from the incessant pressure of his fingers.

Lucas seemed to understand instantly, and his warm, magical hand left her.

Enthralled, scandalized, and thoroughly aching, Maisie watched as Lucas palmed himself with slick fingers and spread what little moisture he could over his thick shaft.

The heat in his eyes threatened to consume her as he positioned the hot blunt head of his manhood at her moistening the tip as he settled his bulk atop her, and gently nudged forward, he breached the opening of her body. At the first, it felt uncomfortable.

Lucas hissed and leaned in, his head falling creating a silken curtain around his face with his fair hair. As he took her body, the bulk of him had her body aching. What if he were too big to fit?

Maisie winced and caught her lip between her teeth as she watched a fine sheen of sweat break out on his brow. Lucas trembled with visible effort yet he stroked her hair and whispered tender, calming words while he surged forward.

Grabbing his unyielding shoulder with both hands, Maisie arched against him, sinking her fingers into his skin.

She felt full, so unbearably, but perfectly full.

Lucas leaned down and kissed her, massaging her lips with his, ran his tongue along the seam much—it seemed almost apologetic than lustful.

The slow laps of his tongue were slowly soothing her until she grew pliant under him, loosening her rigid muscles.

Maisie opened herself to him grant him entrance, and then—with a powerful surge of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt, entering her with his tongue simultaneously. A swift tearing sensation eclipsed all the bliss she had felt and a tear pricked at her.

Lucas pulled away to let her breath and he kissed just under her lips. “I’m sorry, I ken it hurts, but it will fade.”

Me maidenhead—he’s talking about me maidenhead.

Feeling him seated inside he, Maisie felt as though his manhood would rip her asunder. But Lucas found her lips again and kissed her, kissed her to the point that the lingering pains in her body had long ebbed away.

With h his mouth still pressed against hers, a deep, moan left him as he began to move.

It vibrated pleasantly against her lips as he slid out slowly, and impaled her again.

The world halted to a standstill as exquisite, unfathomable pleasure pierced through her body filling her chest with burning bliss.

Only for brief moments did Lucas stop kissing her, but when he pulled away from her sensitive neck or her plump, pebbled breasts, his mouth was on hers, devouring her relentlessly as he introduced her to the carnal nature of being with a man.

Tendrils of thrilling, all-encompassing heat surged up into her womb, shattering her with each deep thrust and she lifted her hips to meet him with hers, drawing him so deep that their hips met.

Gasping out a harsh breath, Lucas seized her hips and pinned them to the bed. Gone was her tender seducer, replaced by a primal beast that sent an unending surge of pleasure radiating through her body

Passionate cries left her mouth as he gripped under one of her knees and used it as leverage to drag her into him.

she could feel his gaze on her skin and when she opened her eyes, found him hungrily devouring her face, following a path from passion-glazed irises to her glistening, kiss-swollen lips.

Lost in the consuming passion of bodies, Maisie felt the controlled force of his movements within her, felt the muscles of his abdomen clench with each gratifying thrust and reveled in the intoxicating friction between their joined bodies.

Her mind and body merged as a throbbing pressure in her middle caused her intimate muscles to clench around him—and then her reality shattered into thousands of multi-colored shards that exploded behind her closed eyelids.

Lucas’s roar had her body arching against him, as she soared through the all-consuming sensation of his body inside her, him filling her and his warmth all round her.

She did not know how long it took for her to come back to the present, to the feel of the soft sheets under her, or the heat still swirling under her skin.

Her head felt light and her body as ladened as stone, but what she did feel, was Lucas’s kiss on her cheek before he lifted from the bed.

The next thing she felt was a damp cloth between her legs as he cleaned the lingering remnants of her broken maidenhead from her inner thighs.

He kissed her inner knee, then did away with the cloth in favor of sinking back to her side and wrapping her up into his arms. Lucas stroked her back and shoulders as she rested her head right over his heart and drifted off to sleep.