Page 127 of Taken By the Vicious Highlander

He laid her down with reverence, his lips tracing a path down her jaw, her neck, the frantic beat of her pulse. She tugged at his tunic, wanting more, needing everything.

Damon helped her, his movements jerky with desire, until there was nothing left between them but heat and skin. His hands mapped her, learned her anew, memorizing her all over again.

“Ye are mine,” he rasped, his forehead pressed against hers. “Say it.”

Lilith arched into him, her nails dragging down his back. “I have always been yers.”

Damon groaned as she let her knees fall wide, revealing how sopping wet with desire she was for him. His eyes darkened, a plea tumbling past his lips in heated gasps.

“I need to taste ye. Tell me I can,” he almost begged.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she nodded.

He rested his large frame between her thighs, kissing his way up her legs with painfully slow precision, until finally, she felt his soft tongue glide expertly against her. She gasped with indescribable need, loving every second of his mouth on her but needing far more—needing far more,immediately.

He slid his long fingers into her without delay, sensing her urgency. He pumped them into her, reaching an inexplicably deep, sensitive spot inside her.

“Damon!” she cried out, unable to contain herself as he relentlessly pushed her further and further toward sweet, reckless abandon.

Her entire body convulsed around him, and she breathed heavier and heavier until she finally fell over the edge. A scream tore from her throat.

She needed more—she neededeverything. She wanted to give him everything.

His mouth trailed up her torso as she came down from the high of her release, his body starting to shift to lay next to her, when she gripped his arm, her eyes hazy but determined.

“Nay,” she managed to say between gasps. “Dinnae stop.”

Damon’s eyebrows rose. “Are ye sure?”

Lilith frowned, her need for him heightening her frustration. “I hate repeatin’ meself,” she said.

Damon couldn’t help but smile, no doubt noting one of his first words to her.

He shifted to hover just above her, his blue eyes never leaving hers as their bodies joined. The initial shock of his length filling her subsided around the pressure that was almost too much to bear and pushed her to her limit with each slow thrust.

“Are ye all right, love?” Damon asked, true worry etched on his face.

Lilith raised a hand between them, smoothing out the lines as a smile tugged at her lips. His rhythm was a smooth, familiar, and yet entirely new feeling that she needed more of.

“Aye, I’m well. I need more…” she begged.

Damon flashed her a devastating grin. “We do oblige, Mrs. Aragain.”

His deep, sensual voice raked across her bare skin, making it tingle, before his lips found hers, and then her neck, and then her nipple. His teeth and lips coaxed another wave of ecstasy from her body.

He worshipped her, slow and deep, as if proving every word he had spoken. Lilith clung to him, her body meeting his every thrust, her heart shattering and reforming in his hands.

When they reached the peak together, she whispered his name like a prayer, and he held her as if he never intended to let her go. Sleep took them in waves, each waking up searching for air in each other’s kiss.

As dawn broke over the keep, Lilith stirred against his chest. His arms were wrapped around her, his breath warm against her hair. She smiled, pressing a kiss to his skin.

“Are ye awake?” she murmured sleepily.

“Aye,” he rumbled, his arms tightening around her slightly. “Just watchin’ ye.”

She sighed, contentment settling deep within her bones. “Then keep watchin’.”

And for the first time in forever, neither of them ran.