Page 82 of Taken By the Vicious Highlander

“Aye,” Lilith said sharply, heat rising to her cheeks.

“Nay, nae this. This is life’s nectar,” Damon’s eyes darkened only slightly before he licked each finger clean.

Both horrified and curious, she blurted out the first question that came to mind, “Does it… Do ye think I taste good?”

Recalling the salty, musky, floral smell on his breath on their fourth night together, her thighs clenched with anticipation, the memory of his stubble scraping between them flashing across her mind. The way he had held her open, pinned beneath him, his mouth devouring her until she was nothing but gasps and trembling limbs—it left her aching. She instantly wished for more of him in this moment.

As if watching the memory himself, his features shifted, his stormy gaze darkening. He exhaled slowly, his tongue darting out as if he could still taste her on his lips.

“Ye taste like the sweetest honey,” he murmured, his voice rough with want. “It’s… addicting. Intoxicating.”

Lilith shivered, her breath catching as he spread his hand on her torso, his hand twisting so fingers trailing downward, slowly and deliberately.

“Do ye ken what it does to me?” he continued, his palm sliding higher, spreading heat in its wake. “The way ye melt on me tongue? How it drives me mad knowing I could live off ye, that I could spend every night between yer thighs and never tire of it?”

She swallowed, her pulse hammering. “Aye?” she breathed, her voice unsteady.

His lips curled into a smirk, his fingers precariously close to her throbbing core, teasing. Watching her. Measuring her reaction.

“Aye,” he murmured, dipping his head toward her ear. “And now I ken… ye crave it just as much as I do.”

Lilith exhaled sharply, heat pooling low in her belly, becauseGod above, he was right.

And when his lips brushed over hers, still speaking against her mouth, she knew she was already undone.

“Have ye done this before?” she asked, watching him as he cleaned off the rest of the so-called ‘nectar’ before answering.

“Nothin’ like this, lass.”

Before Lilith could ask another question, Damon ran his fingers through her hair, putting it back in place and patting the dust off her dress. He then stepped back and offered her his hand.

“Come. Show me this surprise before I forget every bit of strength I have.”

Lilith giggled shyly and grabbed his hand.Thehand.

That hand. Christ above, help me.

The short walk back to the castle was cold, but Lilith was still burning inside. She felt like an entirely new woman, exactly how she felt after their last encounter. She shoved away her earlier hesitation and focused on the night ahead of them.

Night Six.

Tonight washernight. Whatever he might have had planned for their sixth night, she hadn’t even considered. She wanted to do this for him. The need to share this with him felt right.

However, the moment they stepped inside the private chamber, Lilith felt her earlier confidence waver. Damon, ever observant, smirked at her hesitation.

“Suddenly shy?” he teased, settling into his chair as she moved to serve the meal.

She rolled her eyes, but her face burned. “I just… I wanted to do something nice for ye.”

His smirk softened into something warmer. “And I appreciate it, truly.” He looked around curiously. “I dinnae think I’ve ever been in this room before.”

“Ye wouldnae have.”

“Why is that?”

“Only four people alive ken about this place,” Lilith said carefully.

“Alive?” Damon echoed, looking around thoughtfully. “Alive…”