Page 53 of Craved By a Highland Beast

The words were out of Bonnie’s mouth before she could stop them, but she didn’t want to take them back. At first, she had been a little hesitant, especially as she remembered Evan’s warning that he would not take her as a husband takes a wife, since they were not married. But then she couldn’t help but crave him, every part of her body calling to her to be as close to him as she could. She didn’t want anything to separate them any longer. She didn’t want to hide a single part of her from him.

She had come close to death, and she knew the day could come when Evan would be in dire danger. If anything, that day was close. He was going against powerful men, men who could kill him with a simple order, and Bonnie couldn’t handle the grief that welled up inside her at that thought.

Before that day came, she wanted to be his and for him to become hers.

Evan showed no resistance as he kissed her, despite his previous claims. Had he changed his mind, Bonnie wondered? Did he, too, want it as much as she did after realizing that they could lose each other at any moment?

She didn’t want to break the spell cast over the night by asking him, and so she remained silent as he pushed his cloak off her shoulders, smoothing it down onto the ground, and then unclasped hers, doing the same. Bonnie shivered as the cool night air hit her exposed skin, but Evan’s warmth, coupled with the heat of the flames, was more than enough to keep the chill of the night away.

Just as the cloak fell off her shoulders, though, Evan hesitated and Bonnie realized it wouldn’t be as easy for her to convince him that it was alright, even if she was unmarried.

“Are ye . . . are ye certain?” he asked, himself sounding entirely uncertain. “Ye ken what could happen if this is revealed. If anyone finds out?—”

“I ken,” Bonnie assured him, nodding. She wasn’t a fool. She knew that any hopes of marriage with anyone but Evan would be ruined for her if anyone ever found out, but the truth of the matter was that she didn’t want to marry anyone else. “I ken, Evan.”

“I cannae promise ye anythin’,” Evan said in an anguished tone that had Bonnie frowning in confusion. “As much as I would love tae promise ye that I’ll make ye me wife, I must first speak tae me council. They’ve been lookin’ fer a wife fer me an’ I tried taeavoid it as much as I could, but they may have found one already, an’ I . . . I wish tae wed ye, Bonnie. I dinnae want anyone else, but if me council?—”

Bonnie hushed Evan gently, pulling him into another kiss to soothe his fears. All that mattered to her was that he wanted to marry her, just as she wanted to marry him. As long as they had each other, as long as they loved each other, then that was enough for her.

“Please,” she said, whispering against his lips. She looked right into Evan’s eyes, gazing into their dark depths. “I want ye.”

It was that which convinced Evan in the end and he wasted no more time before he began to push Bonnie’s tunic down her shoulders, eager hands exposing her breasts. Then, he paused, looking down at her body as though he was in awe of what he saw, before he quickly helped her take off all her clothes, leaving her entirely nude.

“Yer so bonnie, lass,” he said, leaning down to drag the flat of his tongue over her nipple before his lips wrapped around it, sucking hard on the pebbled nub. Bonnie moaned, loud an unabashed, and Evan’s hips jerked against her, a gasp shuddering through him as he drew back. “Make that sound again.”

Evan’s hands found her breasts, fingers toying with her nipples, and Bonnie didn’t need to be told again. She couldn’t stop the moans that tumbled past her lips even if she tried, the pleasure shooting straight to her core. Against her thigh, she could feelEvan’s manhood already hardening, a thick, solid heat even through their clothes.

“Ye make the loveliest sounds when I play with yer breasts,” Evan said, one of his hands sliding lower and lower as he stared at Bonnie’s heaving chest, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Dae ye like it? Does it make yer bonnie cleft all wet fer me? Let us see.”

Bonnie’s face burned at the seemingly endless stream of filthy words, but as embarrassed as she was to hear Evan speak like that, it also only served to make her want him more, spark after spark of lust igniting inside her. When Evan held her thighs apart, his hand reaching between them to brush over her folds, Bonnie realized with growing embarrassment that she was, indeed, already wet, Evan’s fingers rubbing slickly over her flesh.

“Soakin’ wet,” he said around a deep, rumbling moan as his thumb circled her sensitive spot, drawing out her pleasure. Bonnie was entirely at his mercy, caught between the pulsing pleasure in her core and the strange mix of lust and embarrassment that fogged up her mind. “Keep yer legs spread wide fer me. I want tae watch ye take me inside ye.”

“Evan,” Bonnie whined, heart hammering in her chest. “Ye cannae say those things! It’s . . . it’s utterly indecent!”

“Then let us be utterly indecent,” Evan all but growled as he brought his fingers to his lips, both wetting them and tasting Bonnie on them at the same time. “If only I could taste yersweetness all the time . . . but nay. We shall try somethin’ different now an’ I wish tae look at ye.”

His fingers found Bonnie’s opening once more, a wicked grin on his face as one of them slipped slowly inside her. Bonnie cried out, half in surprise and half in pleasure, her innermost walls fluttering around Evan as they adjusted to the new sensation. Evan, true to his word, never once looked away from where they were joined, staring like a man dying of thirst who found an oasis.

“So tight . . . I can only imagine how tight an’ hot ye’ll be when I push inside ye.”

Nothing could have prepared Bonnie for the intensity of her need when Evan began to talk to her like this, teasing out things she didn’t even know existed within her. Certainly, on the one hand, she could hardly bear to listen to him, feeling as though she would combust from sheer embarrassment, but on the other hand, she never wanted it to end. She had never felt such desire, such lust before. Nothing could compare to this urgent need that left her gasping and moaning and begging for more.

“Ye want more?” Evan asked, and Bonnie realized she had begged him out loud for it. “I’ll give ye more,mo ghraidh. I’ll give ye anythin’ ye want. I’ll make ye come apart fer me, listen tae yer bonnie moans as I plunge inside ye an’ make ye mine.”

“Yers,” said Bonnie mindlessly, hips rolling ceaselessly against Evan as she sought out more from him. “All yers.”

“All mine, aye,” said Evan, and then pushed another finger inside her, making her arch off the cloaks and into his touch. His hands were still gentle as he thrusted inside her, but the rhythm of his fingers was demanding, Evan determined to draw the first orgasm out of her.

When he curled his fingers, hitting a spot inside Bonnie again and again that made everything else melt away, her world turning into nothing but blinding white, her body surrendered to him, Bonnie reaching her peak with a scream of his name.

At first, there was nothing but the warm, pulsing sensation travelling up and down her body, her mind beautifully blank, anything that wasn’t Evan too far away to matter. Bonnie came slowly back to her body, thighs shaking as Evan gently removed his fingers and draped himself over her, pulling her into a deep, searing kiss.

Bonnie lay there, practically boneless, lazily kissing Evan back, all the urgency now gone—from her, at least. Evan was still eager, hips twitching against her as though he couldn’t help it. A laugh bubbled out of her, bright and happy, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as they kissed, letting the joy wash over her.

It had been a while since she had last been so happy. Being with Evan was a relief like no other.

Soon, though, she remembered that Evan hadn’t had the chance to reach his own release, nor had he truly taken her as she had asked. Breaking the kiss, Bonnie looked at him, her handsneaking between them to wrap around his length over his clothes.

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