Page 92 of Kilted Hate

“With pleasure,” he growled.

Hooking his hands under her thighs, he pushed himself from the chair and carried her over to the bed. Lowering her to her feet, he sat on the bed and, lifting his hands, he took a long time to undress her. Placing her feet on the bed one at a time, he pulled at the laces of her boots, tugging them from her feet, before sliding his hands up her legs to remove her stockings.

Katherine remained standing, now barefoot, her arms by her sides, wordlessly watching his every move. In the silence, the sexual tension grew at each piece of clothing he removed, from carefully peeling her corset from her body, to slowly letting her skirts fall to the floor.

Soon enough, she stood there in only her chemise, and as he pulled at the string at the neck of the garment, he then tugged at it, letting it fall from her body.

She heard him gasp as he gazed at her nakedness. And as before, she felt herself flush, standing there so vulnerable before him.Yet, this time, there was something different. Her flushed face was not from embarrassment, but from desire as she ached to feel his hands on her body.

Domhnall stood then, and taking her in his arms, he turned and lay her on the bed, his eyes never moving from hers. They gazed at each other for the longest moment, their eyes locked, their connection deeper than it had ever been, and, at the same time, a preview of what was to come.

Standing again, he then removed his clothes slowly, still watching her as she watched him. Every part of her body ached, her breasts, her nipples, the apex of her thighs. All the parts of her he had explored, awakened, caressed and brought to life.

Now naked, his manhood rock hard and evidencing his own arousal, Domhnall climbed in beside her. He bent and kissed her lips, but with only the lightest brush before pulling away again.

“Ah,” she cried, bemoaning his departure.

“Soon, me love,” he purred.

He lifted her hands above her head and held them there with one hand. Lowering his mouth to her neck, he then lay gentle kisses across her skin, like a feather. Goosebumps rose at his tenderness, and her nipples peaked with the anticipation.

His lips continued over her collar bone, again, the lightest of kisses. She sighed and moaned, for while he teased her, she alsofelt the wonderful pleasure of his most slow and gentle touch. His lips moved down over her breasts, and at her nipple, his tongue slipped out, flicking the hard bud.

“Oh, God,” she breathed.

His tongue continued, over and over, making Katherine squirm beneath him. Automatically, she stretched her legs wide, her body aching for him, yearning for him, desperate for him.

He moved from one breast to the other and continued his lashing, while her body tensed and ached for more. But he did not linger. Instead, he trailed his tongue down the flatness of her stomach, and after shifting his position, settled himself between her legs.

Curious, Katherine lifted her head, only to see him smile up at her.

“What are you?—”

But a second later, she felt his tongue flicking against that tiny bud of pleasure, and suddenly, she gasped.

“Oh. Oh, my.”

“Och, aye,” he growled, the sound muffled from his position.

With her legs resting over his shoulders, Katherine felt herself climbing once more. Now, however, the sensation was the most ecstatic she had ever experienced as his tongue lashed her again and again and again.

She writhed against him, her body tensing, her fingers grabbing at the bedclothes beneath her while the intense pleasure heightened in that singular place on her body. He did not relent and she did not want him too, for she knew where he was taking her and she was desperate to reach it.

She panted then, for she was so very close, teetering on the edge of a colossal explosion of massive proportions. His tongue continued on, flicking her over and over, while her body tensed and she held her breath. So close. She was so very close. Her body trembled as she reached the peak, and then, with a euphoric rush, she exploded with a feeling of ecstasy.

“Ah,” she squealed, her body spasming as the sensation continued on for several seconds.

Domhnall then moved to lie beside her, and slipping his arm under her back, he rolled her onto him.

“Ye ken the way ye sat on me lap on the chair?” he growled.

“Uh-huh,” Katherine nodded, still panting, and floating, and delirious.

“Dae the same tae me now.”

She straddled his thighs and pressed her knees into the bed. Knowing without him telling her, she hovered above his thick, hard manhood, and gently lowered herself down on top of him.

“Ah,” she cried, her eyes rolling back in her head as he filled her.

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