Page 93 of The Highlander's Virgin Widow
“’Tis a marriage of duty, is it nae? We dinnae need to pretend that it is more than that.”
Evander moved closer to her, a smile playing on his lips. One that signified his playful side had returned.
“When ye moaned me name last time, lass, was it out of duty?”
Keira felt her breath hitch. He reached for her chin and gently tilted her face up to his, the golden flecks in his eyes almost coming to life on their own.
“Evander—”
He leaned closer and kissed her. It was passionate but soft and gentle, almost like he was conveying his empathy. Like he knew what was happening to her, and he wished he could dosomething about it. His lips felt soft against hers, yet insistent at the same time.
He broke the kiss and looked at her. “I may nae be able to give ye everything ye want,wife,but at least I can give ye this.”
His hand slid beneath the skirt of her dress as he resumed their kiss. She resisted him for a while before finally giving in, arching against him, her eyes closed.
He lifted her off the floor, not breaking the kiss, and carried her to the bed. Her body sank into the cold covers, and she lay still beneath him, her breathing shallow. He said nothing, and she knew it was because he did not need to.
His palm trailed along the inside of her thigh, his fingers spreading wider as he explored the warmer parts of her skin. He moved slowly, as if nothing else mattered in the world except her and the bed.
She trembled slightly beneath his hand, her body responding to him incredibly quickly. He trailed his fingers higher, and her breath caught. Instinctively, her thighs tensed, and she could see his jaw tighten in response.
“Ye’re softer here than I remember,” he murmured. “Warmer, too.”
She didn’t respond. She was too breathless to do so. Every part of her focused on how slowly he explored her, never quitetouching her where she needed it the most. He finally lifted her dress over her hips, and the cold air kissed her heated skin. A red hue crawled up her cheeks, but Evander didn’t notice it. And if he did, he did not acknowledge it.
“Lift yer arms,” he muttered.
She did as he asked, and he pulled the dress over her head and tossed it to the side.
Goosebumps rose all over her skin, but the look in Evander’s eyes warmed her, almost to the bone. He leaned down again and kissed the hollow at the base of her throat. She could almost feel his restraint, how hard he was holding back, from the way his lips traced and kissed her skin.
His mouth trailed lower, and Keira slid her hand into his hair, feeling the thick strands between her fingers. He peppered kisses all over her breasts and then down the valley between them. Her fingers tightened in his hair as he continued, a ragged breath escaping her lips.
His hips bucked against her thigh, his arousal searing through his clothes and poking her skin. He shifted slightly, just enough for her to feel how hard he was.
Another breath escaped her lips, coaxing a satisfied smile from him. He kissed lower, his mouth stopping right beneath her navel. The feel of his hot breath against her skin made her arch her back as his hands spread her thighs.
He glanced up at her, the look on her face enough to make him explode. Then, he lowered himself between her thighs. Her moans filled the quiet room as his tongue began to move in slow, deliberate strokes, at first up and down and then in tight circles, causing her to run out of breath. He groaned against her, causing her hips to buck almost of their own accord.
He didn’t stop. Instead, he continued to explore her with his mouth, his hips rutting into the mattress. He changed the pressure, finding every spot that made her tremble. Then, his fingers joined in. One at first, then two. Her body clenched around him as he moved gently. His fingers curled, and his tongue teased at the same rhythm.
Keira clawed at the sheets, her eyes squeezed shut as he pumped into her harder and licked her faster. Her legs were quaking around his head now.
“Evander!” she cried out, his name barely escaping her lips.
“I ken,” he said, his voice low.
Her fingers curled into the sheets as she shattered. But he didn’t stop. Not when the pleasure swept through her body in waves. Not when her walls tightened around his fingers.
Not until her thighs stopped quaking. He didn’t stop until she went limp and the tremors racking her ceased. His lips were damp when he pulled back, and they trailed up her inner thigh, her navel, to her lips.
She reached down, brushing the thick length that strained against his trousers. She cupped her hands over it, gently rubbing him through the soft fabric.
He caught her wrist immediately. “Nae yet,” he said, his voice clear. “I want ye to be fully ready for me.”
“And what makes ye think I am nae?” she shot back, the snark he had grown used to and loved slowly returning to her voice.
He smiled and lowered himself beside her, all the while she panted, trying to catch her breath. “Now, was that out of duty or nae?”
