Page 36 of Kidnapped By her Highland Enemy
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Dawn had yet to break, but Lucas was awake, staring at the lass in his arms. Last night—or earlier that morning— had changed him, it had shifted something in his soul that he could not rightfully explain. The smoldering light from the fire spilled over Maisie’s slender body and fair skin.
The sprite had met his need with her own and he had seen the passion he’d once suspected she had, come out. And God help him if he wanted to see it again. Smoothing his hand over her hip, he held her even closer and buried his nose in her hair.
His arm, tucked beneath her breasts, secured her to him while her head rested on his bicep, the only sound in the softly glowing room were the crackling of the smoldering wood in the hearth and their breath. While she slumbered, Lucas had one certainty, he was never letting Maisie go. His need for her went beyond lustful, it rested in his soul.
Kissing her cheek, he smiled when Maisie’s lashes fluttered open and her plump lips parted, “It wasnae a dream then?”
Laughing, Lucas shook his head. “And this willnae be either.”
Shifting her on her back, he stayed and her side and trailed his tongue down the slender column of her neck, pausing only to lick at her fluttering before dipping lower. He cupped a pert breast while sucking the other into his mouth and feasted on them. Lapping at the thin, sensitive skin beneath her rosy buds, he laved attention on them.
Maisie’s hands dug into his scalp, gripping his hair as little insistent mewls left her lips. Pulling from her, he flicked the tip with his tongue, drew back and breathed a cool breath on it. Goose pimples erupted over her whole body and she gave a little whimper.
Grinning, he traveled down her body, kissing along the way until he got to his prize. Her scent was too tantalizing for him not to taste and slipping a hand between her legs, he dipped in to coat his finger with her moisture, his teeth gently dragging along her lower belly.
“Lucas!” She gasped his name.
It would be easy to fit his body to hers again and make them both soar to the land of Elysium, but he craved something more—he had to taste her first and he would not deny himself that pleasure. His right hand came up to splay across her chest and hold her down.
“Lie still, lass,” he commanded, then shifted to his knees between her thighs.
“What are ye—?” Her words were cut off when he lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders and he growled appreciatively at the sight of her. Slick, glistening, pink folds nestled in a bed of silky ebony curls.
His reply was to lick a broad stripe up her petals and Maisie launched off the bed with a cry, “Lucas I—I…ohGod!”
The first taste of her nectar tantalized him and the second drugged him into bliss. Maisie’s fingers dug into his hair and she writhed under him. Lucas held her fast while he explored her softness and pliant flesh that yielded to his lips and pulsed against his tongue
While she gasped out her pleasure, he explored her mercilessly, enjoying her cries, quivers and the tremble of her thighs around her head. His mouth was relentless, tracing her inner petals with his tongue, flicking at them playfully and lapping with the flat of his tongue. He avoided the tight bud that was the center of her sensations just to tease her past the pint of reason.
Her moans, cries and pleas were the sweetest music he had ever heard, and his pride soared knowing that he was rendering Maisie to her base senses. He dipped lower, probing at her core with his tongue and a rush of her desire met his tongue.
“Lucas…please. I need— I need—”
She was a trembling ball of need, and her raw moan was enough to get him to comply. He fixed his mouth on her bud and latched onto her, putting his mouth to work while his fingers gently eased into her as he knew she was still tender.
Her skin shimmered with sweat and her legs trembled as she neared her release. Her back bowed over the bed and she screamed. Lucas did not give her any quarter and kept his mouth on her, determined not to leave her until he had wrung every last quiver of pleasure from her.
Her hands did not seem to know where to hand, they were skimming up his arms, into his hair, her nails biting into his skin. God, he loved this, seeing the pure rapture on her face, the tremble in her body, the plush part of her lips. Maisie’s beauty awed and stimulated him.
When she collapsed on the bed, little quakes of aftermath quivered across her belly, she released her grip on him and let out a long and shaky breath.
Lucas kissed her inner thigh and let her legs down, only to go to her side and claim a kiss. She peeled her eyes open, “That was the wickedest kiss ye’ve ever given me.”
He smirked, “I ken.”
“Is that—” She bit her lip. “—something that is done? I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s done, aye, but its nay speakin’ about much,” Lucas smiled. “It’s scandalous, aye, but its pleasure’s of the highest sort.”
“Meaning, I can do the same to ye?”
“In time,” he kissed her cheek.
She rested her head on his chest, while trailing her fingers over his arm. “What about ye, Lucas? Ye must be aroused as well?”
“I can wait,” he brushed his cheek over her hair. “I just wanted to show ye another way ye can feel bliss.”
