Page 91 of Taken By the Ruthless Highlander

Morgana hooked her leg over his hip and stared at him. The longing burned the embers of his desires and scorched the kindling of his passions. She slid her hand down his belly, reaching for one thing—his manhood. She wanted to feel it pulsing and throbbing in her hand.

Ryder’s head hung forward as she touched him ever so gently, running just the tips of her fingers down the length of his shaft.

“Och, I love yer fingers, lass. Ye’re softer than lamb skin,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

There was no doubt in her mind that he was at her mercy. She could have asked for the stars in the sky and watched him struggle to keep his promise.

But Morgana didn’t want the cold, distant stars. She wanted something much warmer and closer to home.

“Please, ye’re drivin’ me mad. Name yer price and I’ll pay it, I swear. Just, please, put yer mouth on it.”

Morgana stared at his manhood for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She dropped to her knees and leaned closer to his manhood, kissing the tip as she stared up at him.

Ryder shook his head and eased back.

“Ye need to open yer mouth,” he ordered, his fingers tangling in her hair.

Morgana’s body tingled, and her thoughts scattered as she found herself eager to please him. She opened her mouth.

“Good. Now, stay still. When ye feel me, I want ye to close yer mouth and try to swallow all ye can.”

“Are ye mad?” she gasped, pulling back slightly.

She shook her head as she watched his fingers slide up and over the tip of his manhood, drawing a pearly bead of moisture.

It was then that she realized what she craved the most.

It wasn’t diamonds or jewels; it washim. She wanted him all to herself. But there was only one thing she could think of that would bind him to her forever.

“I promise I willnae hurt ye, and ye’ll nae hurt me. Just try. Open yer mouth,” Ryder urged as he leaned back against the headboard, tucking an arm behind his head.

Morgana crawled over the bed and ran her hand down his torso. She loved the fact that he wasn’t overly hairy, but with just enough for her to entertain herself. As she positioned her head over his manhood, she opened her mouth and waited.

Ryder’s hand cradled the back of her head, easing her onto him. Morgana closed her eyes and let him guide her. Giving up power and submitting to him was easier than she had expected. And as he pushed her head further down, he let out a moan that reverberated through her being. The need to please him and give him everything he desired overwhelmed her.

“Ye feel heavenly,” he groaned as her tongue stroked his length.

But it wasn’t enough. Her body ached for more. Pulling back with a pop, Morgana rubbed her hand over her mouth and climbed over him as if he were a stallion.

“I need ye,” she said. “And nae just this. I want a life, a future with ye. I want to have children with ye.”

“I’ll give ye whatever ye want—just, please,” Ryder begged as she hovered over him teasingly.

“Then have yer way, and dinnae be gentle.”

* * *

Ryder stared up at the ceiling of his chambers, struggling to catch his breath. Morgana snuggled in the crook of his arm, her bare skin pressing against his so tenderly.

This was bliss. He felt weightless. There was no up or down, only the here and now. Only Morgana’s light giggle lifted him higher.

Rolling over, he pressed her harder against him, wishing there was a way to keep her glued to him at all times. Whether it was the way her tongue moved over him or the way she squeezed and milked him, he didn’t know what was causing the lightheadedness. But for the first time in years, he was happy.

“Ye were holdin’ back on me,” Morgana murmured as she kissed his chest.

“I had to,” he panted against the top of her head. “If I had done that the first time, ye never would have let me do anythin’ else.”

“Now, that’s nae true.” Morgana ran her fingers through the hair on his chest.