Page 28 of Highlander's Caged Rose
“You don’t have to be better,” Moira murmured, then smiled. “You’re perfect just as you are, Niall. There is only one thing wrong with you.”
Niall frowned in disappointment. “What is it, Moira?” he asked fearfully. “Tell me and I will make it right.”
“You have too many clothes on,” she replied, smiling wickedly.
Niall laughed and began to undress while Moira watched him. Yes, she too was throbbing with need, but she wanted to see the unveiling of her lover’s magnificent body as he peeled off his clothes.
She watched as he took off his shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and chest, which was lightly dusted with hair. His arms were as muscular as Moira had imagined, and his abdomen was toned and firm. However, his skin was liberally sprinkled with scars, and Moira felt sad as she looked at them. There were two huge ones on his hip and his thigh, both made by the vicious blades of broadswords.
“I see that you are admiring my battle scars,” Niall observed ruefully.
“I have plenty of my own,” Moira remarked sadly. “So we have something in common.”
“It doesn’t make you any less beautiful in my eyes,” Niall said, his voice infinitely gentle. “My mother died giving birth toGlennie, and my father was a tyrant who beat me for the slightest offence. Between him and the battlefield, I lost a lot of blood, and gained many scars, and I never want to wield a sword in anger again. I have never experienced tenderness, but I want to feel it with you. We are birds of a feather, you and I.”
“We are,” Moira murmured softly. She gulped nervously as she watched him unbuckling his kilt, then gasped at what she saw when he removed it and tossed it away.
Niall’s hips were narrow, but his thighs were hugely muscular and looked bulky enough to contain the power of three men. However, it was what was between them that both frightened and fascinated her.
The shaft of Niall’s manhood was both long and thick, and although she had only seen one other naked man in her life, his had looked nothing like this magnificent specimen.
Niall watched Moira’s face as he let his kilt drop to the floor, and was happy to see her eyes widen in amazement. He knew what she was thinking because he had seen the same look on the faces of other women before.
“Come here,” Niall reached out and pulled her to her feet. Then kissed her softly before he began to unbutton the back of her dress, peppering tiny kisses down her spine as he did so.
Moira drew in a breath, hoping that the sensation of Niall’s lips would not be her undoing, since she was already almost melting with desire. She had no idea why she was not terrified after her previous experience on her wedding night, but somehow she knew that being with Niall would be quite different. She had no need to think about it—her whole body was telling her so.
When Niall let her dress drop to the floor and cupped his hands around her breasts, she let out a long moan of pleasure. He began to tease her nipples by twiddling them between histhumb and forefinger, at the same time kissing his way up the side of her neck.
“I cannot stand any more of this,” she said, as she turned to face him. “I need you, Niall, and I cannot wait any longer.”
He smiled at her, then scooped her up and laid her tenderly on the bed before climbing onto it himself. He knelt beside her for a few moments, feasting his eyes on her.
“You are a goddess, Moira. Every inch of you is lovely, ethereal, perfect, and I want to worship you. But I need to be sure that this is what you want?”
Moira looked into the deep green pools of his eyes and almost wept with joy before pulling Niall into her arms. “I want you more than anything else I have ever wanted. Take me, Niall. Make me yours, don’t make me wait any longer, please.”
When Moira felt Niall’s palm on her sex, she was so wet and sensitive that she gave a little squeal of shock. Niall laughed softly.
“You are so wet, you are as ready as I am,” he said huskily. “I have dreamed of this, for so long, Moira.”
He dipped his head to her breast and sucking her nipple into his mouth. As before, he played with her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she moaned with delight.
Moira had never felt anything like the sensation of Niall’s ministrations. Nothing had prepared her for being caressed, teased, almost driven out of her mind with delight. Nothing in the world existed at that moment, only him and his skilful hands that were roaming all over her, making her dizzy with delight. Did all men know how to do this to a woman?
Just then, Moira felt the tip of Niall’s finger touch the sensitive nub at the core of her body, and she cried out at the jolt of pleasure that shot through her. But something better was to come, and Niall raised his head and gave Moira a wicked smile before he dropped his head to kiss his way down to her navel.There he stopped to swirl the tip of his tongue around the little sensitive spot, making Moira giggle.
But he was not finished yet. He kissed his way from her navel down to the top of her thighs, then he gently parted her legs so that her most secret place was open to his view. Moira’s instinct was to close her legs at once, but she could not do so because Niall’s hands were holding her, and they were too strong for her to fight against.
Niall looked into her eyes and saw the doubt there. “Don’t be afraid of me, lovie,” he murmured. “I would never do anything to hurt you. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Niall,” she whispered.
He kissed her lips tenderly, then did something that Moira could never have imagined. It was shocking, but utterly delightful.
Niall swept his tongue through Moira’s womanly folds once, twice, three times, then looked up at her to see her reaction. She had thrown her head back and was moaning in delight, and Niall smiled mischievously as he bent to his task once more.
This time he applied himself to her sensitive nub, treating it as he had treated her nipples, sucking and gently biting it, all the while pushing two fingers in and out of her entrance in imitation of what he would do presently with another part of himself.
