Page 26 of Highlander's Runaway Seductress
Yet it would not be that night. Instead, he would give Amelie a taste of pleasure that he knew she did not know.
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Panting, Amelie rocked her pelvis back, pushing herself on Damien’s long, nimble fingers, over and over, andoveragain while a thick tension inside her built with each filling thrust. Her sheath clutched at him while he searched out her secret nubbin with his thumb.
Damien had braced himself with his free had to hovered over her while her body tightened around his fingers, and with a hard thrust, Amelie hurtled over an edge she had not known resided in her body. The pleasure from Damien’s fingers had formed a ball inside her and exploded, searing heat and bliss through her senses. A cry broke from her lips as spasms rocked her.
As she dissolved into bone-melting ecstasy, Damien crushed his lips to hers, swallowing her sounds. Amelie’s body spasmed around him, but when she calmed, he gently pulled his finger out of her body.
Blinking leaden eyes open, Amelie’s eyes met his, and she stared at him in wonder. Damien smiled but kept his hand between her legs, inches away from the most intimate part of her. She could feel the sparks of pleasure begin to ebb away from her, and her body settled into soft calm.
Amelie’s hands slipped from his shoulder to his arm, and she breathed out. “I’ve heard talk about this…”
Finally removing his hand from her skin, Damien rightened her dress and propped his head up on his elbow and stroked her side. “Have ye, now? From whom, men or women?”
“Both,” Amelie said, “Men brag about it and harlots who visit me tavern from time-to-time swoon about it, well, nae what ye just did, I mean couplin’. They say it’s the most intense experience one will ever have.”
“They’re right,” Damien kissed her forehead. “It is a lovely feelin’, but I’ve found it is worth more when ye do it with the right person. Someone who loves ye for who ye are, nae what they think ye are.”
Sensing there was more to what he was saying, Amelie rested her hand on his. “Have ye met anyone ye loved?”
His eyes dimmed while they looked at her and it took him a long moment to shake his head. “I cannae say, as I dinnae ken what love it. Lust I can feel aye, enchantment aye, but I daenae ken the love between a man and woman…yet.”
She remembered what he had told her, the hardships he had been through, and knew that the pain of those years must have forced him to think he was unlovable.
If his parents had left him for dead, what else would he have begun to think? If he thought he was not worthy of love, it was then clear that he did not know what it was, or how to give it. Luckily for her, the women at the orphanage had treated her with care and love, so he knew what it was to make loving bond with people.
Clarity sank like a stone upon her chest. He might call it self-control in not giving himself the chance to go after what he wanted, but what he truly needed was someone to trust. Amelie had sensed his loneliness and reticence from the start, and it had drawn her.
Yearning blossomed within her as she stared up at his strong, scarred face. What would it be like to truly belong to this man? Dare she trust him—and her growing feelings?
Now, Damien needed someone to trust and she could give him that, and perhaps, when he did allow himself too, she could try to convince him that she felt more than just care for him.
“Damien, do ye trust me?” Amelie asked.
“Aye,” he replied. “Do you trustme?”
“I do,” she said, “I had to take this journey with ye, and I am nay sorry I did. Ye are a good man, Damien. Ye had a rough start of it, and I wish it hadnae happened like that but—” she rested her hand over his heart, “—I’m here now and I want ye to ken that whatever it is, I’m here for ye.”
“Thank ye,” he said hoarsely, as he took her hand, and kissed her palm.
Amelie’s fingertips flicked over his cheek and felt the roughness of stubble coming in. “Yer welcome. I think we do need to leave this chamber soon.”
“Aye,” he sounded reluctant, “Good thing is, we can eat here and get more supplies before we travel.’
“Erm,” Amelie’s lips twisted, “I’d rather nae. I have a distinct impression the cook doesnae like me too much.”
His brow cocked. “Ye think Morganna would hurt ye?”
“Now that ye say it like that it sounds absurd, but I cannae help but feel that she isnae pleased that I’m here, with ye,” Amelie shrugged. “I daenae ken why. I havenae done anythin’ to her, but aye, I’m pretty sure Miss Binney doesnae like me.”
Shaking his head, Damien sat up and ruffled his hair. “She wouldnae do anythin’ to hurt ye.”
Following him in sitting up, Amelie spoke. “Because she’s sweet on ye? Is that the reason she willnae try?”
“She doesnae ken that there is anythin’ between us,” he said. “And she gave ye a separate room. If I was any romantic partner of yers, we would have shared a room. I daenae think you have anythin’ to worry about, lass.”
Amelie took his words with doubt but agreed. “Very well, let’s see how it plays out.”
