Page 45 of Taken By the Highland Villain
The knowledge sent heat through his blood, stiffening his manhood to a painful degree, until he had to lock his good knee to keep it from giving way. As it was, he swayed in place, barely able to control the urge to bury himself deep in her hot, tight, velvety channel and claim her.
He slid his fingers over the seam of her sex, tracing the lips with his thumb and forefinger, while the middle one caressed the edges without entering her.
Valerie arched upward, pressing into his hand as her legs spread wider, seeking more. “Please, Jude…”
Another stroke, this time upward, caressing and teasing, the tip of his finger sliding between her folds.
Valerie whimpered, her eyes wide and a flush of both desire and frustration painting her cheeks, throat, and chest all the way to her full breasts in a becoming rosy shade. “Jude!”
Jude used his thumb and forefinger to part the lips of her sex, then caressed her inner folds with his middle finger, sliding it through her juices. Valerie keened and pressed against him, silently urging him to press deeper.
He caressed her again, sliding his finger slowly through her sex, mapping her folds and noting her response to every touch—what made her quiver, what made her whimper, what made her squirm and gasp and shiver.
His finger found her nub and stroked firmly, and she shuddered and gave a muffled wail. He set up a rhythm of even, steady strokes until she was keening and writhing, her muscles spasming and on the verge of release. Then, he stopped and drew his hand back.
Valerie gasped, raising her head to stare at him with glassy, dazed eyes. “What… what are ye…?”
She gasped as he slowly licked her juices off his fingers and then ran his hand over her dripping folds before sliding his finger deep into her tight, hot channel.
Valerie dropped back, breathless and gasping as he began to slide his finger in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm, pushing it to the last knuckle before withdrawing and pressing inward once more.
His thumb lightly stroked her nub with each inward press, his other hand reaching up to tease her pert breasts, tugging and lightly pinching her nipples until she was writhing and gasping with pleasure and need.
He could feel her body quivering, on the verge of release once more, and his own was so tight and hot that he feared he might burst into flames, or blow apart like metal heated too long in the forge.
He withdrew his free hand and dropped it below the table to stroke himself, then pinch his bollocks to ease the pressure building in the base of his spine. His whole body was burning, his member so sensitive he was forced to shift his kilt for fear that the pressure of the fabric alone might make him climax.
He felt Valerie trembling and withdrew his fingers. She keened, her hips bucking. “Jude…”
He slid his fingers across her belly, tracing the quivering muscles until he could cup her breast and draw circles around her nipple. “Aye? Ye asked me to touch ye. I am.”
“I… please… I need… I need more. Please…” Her words emerged in a broken, breathless moan. “I need… I need… please… Jude…”
Jude took a deep breath. His arousal was still painful, but no longer so tight that he feared embarrassing himself. “What is it ye need?”
“Please… why did ye nae… why did ye stop?”
“Because I promised I’d make ye ask for what ye claimed and what ye wanted. What do ye want, Valerie?”
“I want… please, dinnae stop.”
“As ye wish.”
With that, Jude gave her nipple one final, gentle tug, then slid his hands down her body to her thighs, before surrendering to the urge that had been lingering in his mind since he’d first brought her into the room.
The stone was cold against his knees, but he paid it no mind as he leaned forward and slid his tongue over her sex.
The scent of her arousal filled his nose, sweet and sour and a little bit floral. The taste of her melted on his tongue, and the way she bucked against his mouth was everything he had fantasized it might be.
He used his thumbs to pull the lips of her sex apart, then plunged his tongue deeper inside, licking and tasting her, losing himself in giving her pleasure while his own continued to spiral hotter and higher.
She was burning. She wasn’t going to survive—the pleasure was too much, it was consuming her from her core to her skin. She was going to burst into flames or be swept away.
She’d never imagined such sensation, such heat and pleasure and desire as Jude gave her. Her whole body was trembling, and she felt as though sparks were dancing along her skin, her body singing as if she had been struck by lightning. The heat and pleasure were so intense that it was hard to breathe, and every touch only intensified the sensation.
When he finally touched her sex, she’d almost cried with relief. The touch of his hands had filled her body with waves of warmth, and every stroke of his fingers lifted her higher, winding the spirals of fire and pleasure tighter. Her body quivered, on the verge of release…
And then he’d stopped, and she’d wanted to scream with frustration, too breathless to do more than whimper with need as she sought some sensation, anything to bring her to completion.