Page 66 of Highlander's Runaway Seductress
From the moment he had gotten back on his feet, her father had taken him, under his wing, teaching him about the Lairdship’s culture and their allies. There were ten-and-a-half more months to his training, but Damien had taken to it brilliantly and now, he stood, strong and proud, clad in a saffron shirt and a kilt made of her clan’s tartan.
The priest beckoned her forward to kneel on a pillow before he blessed them and asked them to repeat the vows. They stood then and entered the kirk for nuptial communion and blessing. The aisle to the pulpit was lined with heather and another flower that she could not name, but the perfume from the flowers was heady.
The priest uncovered the platter and goblets then prayed. “Holy Faither, Creator of the universe, maker of one man and one woman in yer own likeness, source of blessin’ for married life, we humbly pray to Ye for this woman, who today is united with her husband in this sacrament of marriage…”
While he spoke, Amelie stole a look at Damien and smiled. No matter what other blessings God would give her, she knew she was already more blessed than she would have ever thought she could be. When Damien looked at her, she could see the same revelation bright in his eyes.
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In the bedroom, Damien dropped his hands to Amelie’s hips of her tartan dress while she removed the pin of his kilt and set it down. Amelie slid her hands under his short saffron shirt.
He looked so handsome in his plaid and with his long hair tousled by the breeze. Even though she and Damien had already made love, she somehow felt nervous about sharing the wedding bed with him.
“Ye’re beautiful, love, a feast for me eyes,” he murmured, then dipped his head to her lips in a gentle kiss. Smiling, Amelie let him pull her in closer so he could deepen the kiss.
When he kissed the hollow of her neck, she could not stop herself from arching her body. He kissed her neck again and then placed a kiss just under her ear.
“So sweet.”
Her head canted to the side as he began to suckle on her skin, while his open hands slid higher, up her sides, brushing against her breasts. He continued his exploration by going to the ties of her bodice and unlacing them to pull her bodice off her shoulders and then when the dress fell to her waist, pulled up her soft cotton shirt.
“I cannae get enough of ye, lass,” he whispered, his breath on her skin feeling hot and sultry. “Now that ye are mine, I want all of ye.”
His tone caused her chest to be filled with lust, warming her blood, and heating her insides, and when he discarded her shirt, slid a hand around her back, and the other beneath her bodice, cupping her bare breast. Amelie’s head fell back, her eyes closed, and her lips trembled with want.
Damien’s thumb brushed past her nipple once, and then twice, causing it to go taut in anticipation. Rolling the taut nub between his fingers, Amelie felt the excitement within her growing and tingling all the way down between her legs.
“Oh, Damien…” she sighed while gripping his hair. “I love ye.”
Instead of replying directly, Damien lifted her and gently placed on the bed. He slid a knee between her legs and his mouth replaced his hand and his tongue swirled around her nipple. Her back bowed off the bed while his free hand caressed her twin peak.
He sat up on his heels and his gaze ran over her body in a scorching pass. “Lift up, lass.”
She lifted her hips and Damien slid her dress over her hips, removing the fine cloth from her body. He slid from the bed and discarded the last of the kilt from his body, then rejoined her.
“I want to worship yer body,” Damien whispered.
With his hands and mouth he stroked lines of fire down her body, kissing her skin and tracing his fingers over the trembling in her stomach, and his lips over her plump breasts. Suckling at her pebbled nipple, he removed his braies with his other hand.
When Amelie realized what he was doing, she glanced downward, seeing his erection and gasped. She reddened, realizing she had forgotten the extent of his length.
“Feel,” he said softly, taking her hand and wrapping it around his hardened length. She bit her lips at the silky steel in her hand and smiled when Damien’s eyes fluttered closed and a deep moan left his mouth. His mouth sucked her nipple in again before he pulled away and dropped kisses down her body.
His hand slid between her legs and he cupped her mound, caressed her womanly folds. She opened her legs a little, tilting her hips, guided by her passion, his finger slid forward, entering her. Damien kissed her bellybutton before moving between her legs.
“D-Damien?” she asked. “What are ye—ahh.”
His mouth found her center and body. At the first pass of his lips, her hips bucked against his mouth, his searing lips and wet tongue had her sliding her fingers into his hair.
Moaning in pleasure, she lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders. Pure bliss ran through her while the need to feel him inside her grew more heated. The pleasure surging through her body, had her pleading. “Take me, Damien. Make love to me again.”
He slid up her body, careful to keep her knees over his shoulders and rested his lips on hers. Through the kiss, Amelie felt him notching himself to her opening and sliding in slowly. Her body was stretching for him until he was seated thickly, deeply inside her.
With his lips on her, he slid out and back in and their rhythm became faster and faster. Her back arched up off the bed and he grabbed her backside in his hands and lifted her into his thrusts.
“Leelee,” he husked. “God I love yer body.” His tongue shot out and enveloped her breast in his hot mouth as her legs lowered to his waist.
He thrust into her again, repeatedly, the motions of their bodies like the breaking waves of a loch.
