Page 43 of Highlander's Captive Bride
He laid her gently back on the bed and stood over her. Leaning forward, he gently raised her shift, and she held up her arms, helping him pull it over her head, wanting him to see all of her. The flame inside her grew in intensity when she saw him smiling and licking his lips wolfishly as his eyes roved over her nakedness.
“Mmm, so beautiful,” he breathed raggedly, kicking off his boots, tearing off his coat, and tossing it heedlessly aside before pulling his shirt over his head and flinging it away.
A mewling sound escaped Daisy’s lips as she took in the sight of his half-naked body. The rough, masculine beauty of his torso, the hard, muscle-packed expanses of his arms, his lightly furred chest, and his flat belly, where a tantalizing line of dark hair snaked down and disappeared into the waistband of his kilt, only fanned the flames of her desire higher.
“Ye’re beautiful, too, Bellamy,” she whispered, her breaths coming fast and shallow as she held out her arms to him.
“Nay, lass,” he murmured, smiling as he went into her arms, holding himself above her with his elbows and kissing her deeply.
Daisy returned the kiss, wriggling in delight as she ran her palms freely across the rippling muscles of his shoulders and back, then down his flexing arms, reveling in his sheer strength and power.
His skin was warm and smooth, except where she encountered the many silvery scars adorning it. They only spurred her passion as she clung to him, the burning between her legs demanding more of him. She wanted him as she had never wanted anything in her life.
When one rough palm caressed her naked curves, cupping and squeezing her breasts, the better to suck and bite the stiff peaks, she moaned softly, arching her back to give him greater access, relishing the pleasure he was giving her.
“I want ye so bad, Bellamy,” she whispered in his ear, writhing wantonly beneath him.
“I want ye, too, Daisy. I’ve wanted ye for so long,” Bellamy murmured, breathing heavily as he explored her.
“Have ye?” she asked, smiling, amazed to discover the power she had over him.
“Ye ken it, lass. Ye’ve been driving me mad all this while,” he admitted hoarsely.
Daisy moaned and gripped his hair as his mouth began a tantalizing descent from her breasts, down her belly, and his tongue came to rest just above her molten sex.
When he suddenly pulled back and knelt on the floor by the bed, she wondered briefly what he was doing, feeling a coldness where he had been before. He smiled at her hungrily with dazed eyes as he took her by the hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. He lifted her thighs and parted them, placing one over each shoulder.
Daisy lay back, more exposed than she had ever felt before and loving it.
When she felt his hot tongue slip downwards into the hidden folds of her sex, she cried out, tangling her hands more tightly in his hair as he pulled her closer still, spreading her thighs wider, his tongue slipping and sliding as it explored her most secret and sensitive places, where no one had been before.
Then, when he ran his tongue over the throbbing nubbin of flesh at the head of her sex, she let out a small scream, for she had never felt anything like it. His lips closed around the little rosebud, pulling and nipping it with his teeth until she thought she would go mad if she could not have him inside her, to satisfy the lust that flooded her entire body.
“Oh, Bellamy,” she breathed, panting a little, pressing her hot flesh against his mouth.
Then, she felt something slide between her slick folds and into her entrance, something thick and hard, and she realized it was his finger. He was inside her! And it was divine.
She opened her legs wider and soon felt another finger join the first, then another. Desperate for more, she raised herself on her elbows to see him, pushing her hips up to meet his slow, rhythmic thrusts inside her, feeling her walls tensing around him.
Their eyes locked while his mouth feasted on the now-sopping flesh between her legs, his tongue parting her folds, his lips and teeth grazing and nibbling, inflaming her burning sex as they teased her further. She could only moan and whimper helplessly, clutching his hair as his fingers plundered her, his thrusts growing harder and more urgent.
Feeling every part of her was aflame, she rode his hand, craving every thrust, while his free hand crept up her body and cupped her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her stiff nipples as he toyed with them.
A wave of pleasure was radiating from the hot, yearning flesh between her legs, making her whole body shiver. The wave began rising up her body, growing in intensity at his every caress until it finally engulfed her in a flood of intoxicating ecstasy she had never imagined it was possible to experience.
“Ah! Ah! Bellamy” she moaned, giving in to it, arching against his mouth and hand, her body vibrating as the white-hot wave crashed over her and then slowly descended, leaving her panting, her body limp and sated with unknown pleasure.
Bellamy chuckled low in his throat, gently lifting her legs aside and sliding onto the bed, pressing the entire length of himself against her as he held her tightly in his arms.
“Ye liked that, eh?” he whispered huskily, his soaked face next to hers as he gazed into her eyes. His lips pressed gently against hers.
“Never did I dream I could feel this way,” Daisy breathed against his mouth in wonder, wrapping her arms and legs around him and holding him tightly, loving the feel of him against her. “It was… heavenly. Thank ye, Bellamy, for showing me.”
“Nay, lass, dinnae thank me. There’s two of us in this, ye ken?”
“But what about ye? Dinnae ye want the same? Is that nae what happens?”
He laughed and kissed her. “Dinnae doubt I enjoyed it, too. And dinnae doubt I want ye, Daisy. But this is enough for now. This way, ye’ll still be a maiden when ye leave here.”
