Page 71 of Tempted By a Highland Beast
“Once again I ask ye, are ye certain?” he said, his voice rough with want but his eyes serious.
“I’ve been certain,” she interrupted, her own voice barely above a whisper. “since ye showed me what it felt like tae choose something fer meself.”
The admission broke something loose in Constantine’s chest. He kissed her again, slower this time but no less intensely, pouring everything he couldn’t say into the connection between them.
His hands slipped under her dress to cup her breasts.
Rowena moaned as he toyed at them with deft fingers. His fingers rolled her tight and hard nipples, and he swallowed the moans she let up with joy.
Rowena’s fingers worked at the ties of his shirt with trembling hands, her touch sending fire through his veins.
Constantine pulled his shirt off and stood in nothing but his breeches. Rowena bit her lips as her eyes roamed over him, and he couldn’t help the smugness that consumed him at her gasp when she saw the tent in his pants.
She resumed her exploration of his body carefully, as if she wanted to commit every line, every hard muscle to her memory. Constantine stood and watched her.
When she traced his growing length with a light touch, like a man possessed, his fingers found the ties of her gown behind her and he loosened them with a snap of his fingers. The dress fell with a flourish, and he groaned as her bare body was exposed to him.
Her skin was flushed, a pale coloring that was framed exquisitely by the red of her hair. Tight curls rested just below her stomach, and Constantine was eager to part those thighs to have a look at her properly.
But then suddenly, Rowena backed away from him and covered her breasts and front with her hands. Constantine looked up to find her face full of apprehension, and he felt like a fool. It was her first time, and he was sure she was agonizing about it.
With a slow walk, he approached Rowena and pulled her hand away from her mound.
“I am struggling tae nae fall upon ye and ravish ye, have nay doubts that I am hungry fer ye. Ye’re so beautiful, and yer body is perfect. Like it was made fer me,” he kissed her lightly on her lips and smiled. “Take yer hands away and let me cherish ye.”
Rowena blushed, but she did as he asked and he groaned.
“Can I touch ye again, Rowena?”
“Only if ye undress too. ‘Tis hardly fair that I’m standing here naked, and ye’re still dressed. I want tae see ye tae.”
With a wicked grin, Constantine pulled his breeches off and in the blink of an eye, he was as bare as Rowena. His lips traced lines from her ears to necklace around her collarbones, and he fell to his knees before her. Constantine sucked in a sharp breath at the sight.
Dear Heavens, this woman will be the death of me.
Her sex was swollen and red, and her folds wrapped around her center delicately. He ran a finger down it, and Rowena startled and closed her legs.
“What’s wrong? Dae ye want me tae stop?”
“Nay… it is just all so new and overwhelming.”
A primal satisfaction rushed through Constantine. Rowena was his, in every way possible. He would wed her, care for her, and claim her. He crowded her and used his hand to raise her head up.
“Ye’re perfect, Rowena. Let me keep showing ye how good it can be. Let me worship yer body. Will ye let me?”
She smiled and pecked his lips. The words came out of her mouth softly. “Please be gentle.”
“I will,” Constantine said and left a kiss on her neck before going back on his knees. He parted her folds with his fingers and ran his tongue through the slickness on her thighs.
“Oh god, Constantine.”
He gave no answer but continued his exploration of her most intimate part.
Constantine pushed a finger inside her gently, and Rowena gasped as she bucked against him.
“Is it too much?”
“Nay, please dinnae stop.” Rowena cried as she pushed his head closer to her body.
