Page 52 of Captured By the Cruel Highlander
She inhaled sharply as he lowered himself over her, his knees landing on either side of her hips as he straddled her body.
“Ye’re mine,” he whispered. “That’s what I told ye, and that’s the way things are.”
“I dinnae belong to ye,” she said forcefully.
“Do ye nae?”
Emily yelped as his hands shot out and took hold of her wrists, pinning them above her head. His huge hand could wrap around both her wrists at once, leaving the other free to explore her body.
Emily knew she should be protesting and pushing him away. And she would. In a moment. She wanted to feel his hands on her—she wanted him to kiss her again.
With one hand still holding her wrists against the floor, the other slid down over her breasts and caressed her waist.
“Ye’ve ruined the gown I gifted ye,” he said reproachfully as his fingers tightened around her waist. A shiver ran through her, and he chuckled low in his throat. “But I cannae deny that me léine suits ye. I think ye’d do whatever I asked of ye now, lass.”
His fingers moved down over her stomach and pushed lower. Their gazes locked and held as he looked up at her and moved his fingers lower, as though gauging her reaction. His fingertips smoothed over her mound above the thin fabric of the léine and hooked suddenly downwards. She felt a rush of pleasure as he massaged the secret spot between her legs.
“Ah, dinnae—ye cannae touch me—” she said, but even as she did so, her hips bucked against him, and he pushed her down.
“I can, and I will,” he said fiercely. “I’m goin’ to prove ye wrong, Emily Murray. Ye say ye dinnae take orders from any man? Well, I will show ye how pliant ye can be.”
With that, he released her wrists. Suddenly, his hands were filled with the léine’s thin folds, and he pushed it effortlessly up over her hips. She let out a startled cry at being so exposed, and she watched his eyes fall to the apex of her thighs hungrily.
“Will ye let me touch ye, lass?” he asked, looking back at her. “I’ll make ye beg. I will have ye tell me ye want this.”
She shook her head violently, even as her hips rose desperately, an emptiness forming in her body that she had never experienced before.
“Tell me what ye want, lass,” he said, a low, rumbling command that set her skin alight.
“I cannae.” She shuddered as his fingers moved over her inner thighs, and he lowered his head toward her flesh.
She jolted again as he blew over her nub, the heat within it cooling at his attention and then returning like wildfire.
“What do ye want, lass?”
“Ah! Touch me,” she begged finally, and he needed no more encouragement.
Emily moaned so loudly that it drowned out the sound of the rain as his head dove between her legs, and she felt the first lap of his tongue against her flesh.
She had not even known a man could do that to a woman before tonight, but now she could imagine begging him to do it every day for the rest of her life.
The pleasure spiraled through her like a writhing snake of need, and she lifted her hips to greet him. His tongue lapped at her, repeated pulses of pleasure shooting through her.
Her back arched off the floor as she felt his tongue push inside her. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her hands gripping the floor so tightly that she could feel the stone beneath her fingernails.
“Did ye like that?” he asked softly, pulling away to watch her, but she could make no answer.
The next moment, something hard and insistent was probing the entrance to her body. Emily looked down in shock as she watched his finger press against her flesh.
Her walls clenched around it instinctively, and she heard him groan at the feeling.
“Ye arenae shiverin’ anymore, lass,” he said finally.
Adam curled his finger inside her, and she threw her head back with a low moan as he began to thrust into her. The pleasure of it was indescribable; she could only take what he would give her with mounting hunger.
As a second finger joined the first, and the fullness increased, she could feel the pleasure building to a peak.
“I want to hear ye scream for me,” he said as she gasped desperately, her hips lowering to the floor.
