Page 63 of Highlander of Steel
She grinned and lightly smacked him again.
“Ye asked for it,” he warned, carrying her over to the bed.
There, he hoisted her off his shoulder and threw her onto the stuffed mattress. She gasped as her back struck the soft surface, but he just stood there, so handsome that he looked like a dream, with the fire of desire burning hot in his wintry blue eyes.
He climbed up onto the bed and crawled toward her, putting his weight on his arms as he dipped his head to kiss her. Enveloping her with his heat and powerful presence, her fingertips tracing a pattern over the plane of his chest.
“I counted six punches,” he murmured, pulling back.
She was about to say that it hadn’t been that many when he sat back on his haunches and slid his hands down her thighs. Her skirts gathered on his wrists, hitching up as his calloused palms skimmed her soft skin, the friction tingling all the way up into her chest. Her breath shallowed, coming in soft gasps.
With a dark smile, Killian lowered his head, his body stretching backward on the bed. One arm slid under her thigh and curved up, anchoring her as he tasted her for the first time. Since last night, at least.
“Oh! Oh, God!” she panted, that intimate touch like a honeyed dose of pure heaven.
Her back arched, and her hips bucked up to meet his tongue, her fingernails clawing at the coverlets as he teased her bundle of nerves.
Once more, she had given him control of her body, and she couldn’t have been gladder. He awakened things she had never known existed. He made her feel like a divine being. He made her feel beautiful, wanted, cherished. And that was worth everything.
His tongue circled her swollen bud, deliciously tormenting her with the promise of more, somehow managing to tiptoe on the very edge of searing pleasure.
“Killian!” she cried out, biting her lip. “Aye, Killian…”
Slowly, he swirled his tongue inward, giving her what she wanted. A firm stroke across that pulsing center of bliss, followed by a flurry of intense flicks that had her gasping and writhing on the coverlets.
That storm was beginning to build again, and she couldn’t wait for it to break.
“Oh, Killian,” she moaned, panting hard.
As if to reward her for calling out his name, he let his tongue glide through her slick folds and brushed his fingertips against the inside of her thighs.
Trembling, her head swimming with so many sensations at once, she almost exploded at the light touch of his fingertips to her entrance. She held her breath for a moment, time seeming to slow down.
Returning to lavishing his attention on her bud, he let the anticipation build. She expelled the shaky breath she had been holding, whimpering his name as pleasure thrummed along every nerve and limb, pouring power into the growing storm of her conclusion.
Then, with her mind distracted by the flick of his tongue, he slowly eased a finger inside her.
“Oh! Oh, Killian…” she gasped, her hands fisting in the coverlets as pressure grew inside her.
It was a taste of things to come, guiding her carefully into it instead of rushing the night.
As he curled his tongue around her bundle of nerves and sucked gently, he eased a second finger into her heat. She couldn’t breathe, in the best possible way, so overcome with new sensations that her whole body seemed to fizz and spark.
At first, he didn’t move his fingers, letting her get accustomed to the feeling. But as she began towantmore, spurred on by the steady caresses of his tongue, she tilted her hips, her wet heat gliding over his fingers.
With that, he took over, slightly curling his fingers until they brushed a second source of untapped bliss. He pulsed his fingers, each beat eliciting a fresh wave of pleasure that vibrated through her, like a messenger thundering along the roads of her entire being, waking every part of her up to the gift of euphoria.
It’s comin’. Oh, mercy, it’s comin’.
The delicious storm of last night had let her know what to expect, but the pleasure gathering inside her at that moment made it pale in comparison. This was something greater, something altogether more powerful, something that would truly shatter her in the best possible way.
When it came, she couldn’t even call out his name. She couldn’t muster a single word, as that violent bliss finally tore through her. It seized every muscle, her back bowing off the bed, her neck arcing back as her eyes squeezed shut.
Her nerves were ablaze, each one a lightning bolt splintering through her body, as pure ecstasy swept her into a whole new realm of euphoria.
“Oh, Killian…” she gasped, her legs trembling wildly, her body entirely at the mercy of that sweet, sweet bliss.
Gradually, the fierce sensations began to dim, that rushing wave retreating to form lapping wavelets of residual pleasure, the storm moving away so that she could breathe again.
