Page 36 of Highlander's Caged Rose
“Are you saying no?” Niall asked, feigning disappointment.
“Definitely not!” Moira replied, giggling. “We have no time to waste!”
Niall laughed and swept her off her feet, then deposited her on the bed and looked down at her as he knelt above her, feasting his eyes on the beautiful woman who was sure she would never be his. But there was still time. Perhaps he could change her mind because once on a mission, he was never one to back down.
Niall unbuttoned Moira’s dress and pulled up her chemise, kissed her softly on the lips then all the way to her navel, at the same time nibbling her flesh lightly so that the pleasure mixed with a tiny nip of pain shot straight to her core. She had never felt anything so wonderful, and arched her hips off the bed, clamping her lips together to stop herself from screaming.
Moira was wet and aching with pleasure as Niall parted her thighs, using his thumbs to open the folds of her womanhood to his gaze. He looked his fill for a moment, then smiled at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Moira nodded frantically, unable to speak. She was throbbing and pulsing, and when she felt Niall’s tongue sweeping through her folds, she gripped fistfuls of his hair to keep herself anchored to the earth.
When Niall began to nibble and tease her nub with his teeth and tongue, Moira cried out, but Niall silenced her by briefly moving to her lips and giving her a searing kiss. Then he returned to pleasuring her most sensitive spot, listening with satisfaction as her moans and cries grew louder.
Presently Moira reached her peak, and as ecstasy spread from her core to every nerve end in her body, she screamed, “Niall,” while she shuddered and clung to him until the last spark of pleasure died out.
When Moira opened her eyes, she found Niall’s green eyes gazing into hers, shining with love. He laid his head on her shoulder and sighed. He was hard and eager, but this moment was all about Moira, not him. He would take care of himself later when he was alone.
Then Moira said, “It doesn’t seem fair that I had all the pleasure, and you had none.”
Niall laughed softly. “Oh, but I did,” he replied. “I had the satisfaction of making you come and seeing your face afterwards. That is pleasure in itself, Moira.”
Moira caressed his cheek. He had been too busy to shave that morning, and she loved the rasp of his growing whiskers under her palms. If she had not been so thoroughly sated, she would have dragged him back to bed and begged him to touch her again.
“You know that’s not what I mean,” she replied. “I want to give you what you gave me.”
Niall raised his eyebrows in surprise. “It would be my pleasure.”
She flipped up his kilt and was once more astounded by the size of him, now lying stiff and hard against his stomach. Moira wondered briefly if it would fit in her mouth, but she could only try.
She grasped him in one hand and gently pumped up and down, stretching the soft skin over his hard inner core. A little bead of moisture appeared from the tiny hole at the tip of his shaft, and she licked it off, causing Niall to twitch and writhe.
“You are killing me,” he groaned.
“Shall I stop?” Moira asked with mock anxiousness. “I would hate to hurt you.”
For an answer, Niall took her hand and wrapped it more tightly around himself. “No,” he growled. “You’ll kill me if you stop.”
“So I will kill you either way?” Her voice was mischievous as she concentrated on her task again.
Moira pumped him with her hand for a few more moments, then, greatly daring, took him in her mouth. He was so big that he filled her completely, and for a few seconds she almost panicked, fearing he would choke her.
Then Niall, unable to wait any longer, pushed the back of Moira’s head and arched his hips to ease himself further into her mouth. Gradually she acquired the rhythm and began to enjoy his moans and grunts as she brought him closer to completion.
Niall could not remember the last time a woman had done this to him. Except for making love, it was his favourite form of stimulation, and to have the woman he loved and pleasure him this way was glorious. He held back for as long as he could before crying out as his climax hit him, and he exploded, pulling out of Moira’s mouth just before he spilled his seed.
Moira was rather proud of herself as she looked at the expression on Niall's face. He looked as though he had been thoroughly loved, as indeed he had been, and he beamed at her as he drew her into his arms.
“That was wonderful,” he said huskily.
“I am so glad you enjoyed it,” she replied. “I have never done that before.”
“I would never have guessed,” Niall replied. “I thought you were an expert.”
They laughed together, then laid in each other’s arms for a while before they heard the sound of a number of carriages, theirwheels rattling loudly on the cobblestones as they entered the castle.
Niall stood up and looked out of the window, and his face fell. Gerald was helping a woman out of a carriage, which bore the Maxwell crest on the door. He felt a stab of dislike as he saw the satisfied expression on his face, then his heart sank.
“Beitris,” he said, groaning. “Oh, god. Why now?”
