Page 31 of Seduction in the Highlands

She reached out a hand and clasped onto its slick strength. “Ye make me as hard as iron,” Liam said. He pushed her legs apart gently.

Elizabeth didn’t protest. She saw the direction of his next steps as he lined his length up with her core. But before he moved, he took a thumb and began to rub on her nub softly, gently, and then more firmly. Elizabeth sat up a little more, her eyes wide with surprise at the pleasure that suffused through her every muscle. This was the center of her desire. This was where it had stemmed from.

Heat billowed along her limbs and through her stomach. It built and built, and she had to lean her head back and give herself up to the delight of it. It was a feeling like she’d never known, and it was climbing to an even greater unknown pleasure. In one swift motion, Liam pushed himself between her folds, and her whole body tensed around him as she felt the sweet sting of his entry.

While still inside her, Liam leaned forward and kissed her gently before moving down her neck again and towards her breasts. Elizabeth drew in a breath as she felt his tongue slip over the peaks of her nipples, one and then the other. The feeling was delicious wicked, but also touching and sweet. She had never before felt so adored.

He began to move, sliding himself in and out of her center, and with each movement, Elizabeth could feel that initial sting slowly melt away, replaced by a warm, slick heat that sent tremors through her legs and tingles over her skin. Wrapping her arms gently around his strong shoulders, she could feel his muscles flexing and releasing with each thrust, and she enjoyed the rhythmic pattern of their movement. She gave herself up to it, lifting her hips to meet his own. She was rewarded with a growl of pleasure from Liam, and in return, he quickened his thrusts.

Then, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to her, and he growled again, increasing his speed even more. He was filling her to the core, and with each movement of his hips, she could feel his member stroke the essence of her, the place where her desire had most throbbed and ached with need. It was the most beautiful, blissful thing she had ever experienced. With each new movement, with each new understanding of his body and her own, she gasped with pleasure and delight, wordlessly begging him to fill her even more.

She could feel that heat and pleasure building, growing, as it climbed atop itself, attempting to reach its zenith. While it was unknown to her, she knew she was headed for something incredible, as her muscles tightened and her breathing sped up, causing her chest to lift rapidly. Liam was steady and skilled. He kept his hands on her bottom, guiding him to her core, attempting to delve deeper within her. His mouth had a mind of its own, and it would speed over her skin, kissing, sucking, savoring every inch of her.

Elizabeth began to moan. Her eyes had closed, and she was losing herself to the building feeling. It felt like that first moment she had seen the Sound from the hilltop. Its beauty was so overwhelming that there weren’t truly words that could describe it properly. It couldn’t be contained in mere words; it was so all-consuming.

She kept climbing, following the beat of his thrusts until with his last one, she cried out, releasing her arms behind her, feeling the height of her pleasure burst and spread, causing her to pant and blink and shudder. After that initial burst, she lay back, languid with contentment. In another moment, Liam had clamped on tightly to her and was riding her body until he too cried out, calling her name into the air, and then after a few deep and calming breaths, pulled his length out of her and lay beside her.

Elizabeth leaned up to meet him, her body covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, and began to trace her hand across his body, moving through the enticing curves of its surface, able to relish it more fully now that desire wasn’t clouding her thinking. “Are we in Heaven?” she asked innocently.

Liam kept his eyes closed, but he smiled. Elizabeth noticed his lovely straight, white teeth and blushed a little at the sight of his soft lips, which had done so many lovely things to her skin. “Nae, but if we were, I would say ‘twas nae a bad spot tae be. Didnae think God would approve of such delights.”

Elizabeth chuckled and laid back on the bed. “But surely, God wishes us to be happy.” At that moment, her body was given what it had so craved; she thought nothing of discussing God. It gave her no pain, and for the first time in her life, no guilt prodded her to think again, to consider what she could have done differently. In the clutches of passion, it was the freest she had ever felt. Could God have wished his people to never enjoy the feeling of this satisfaction?

If so, then he was cruel. She did, however, feel just the slightest bit nervous about her own abilities. She had planned to speak to the women nearby about their skills with men in the bedroom, but instead, she had taken it into her own hands, the lovely warmth of alcohol in her blood, removing the edges from her worries and fears. “Does it always feel like this, even with the women of ill-repute?”

Her blue eyes turned to Liam, open wide with wonder and question. He finally opened his own and looked at her for a moment before grasping her cheek and kissing her. “Och, lass, I suggest ye put those women out of yer mind. Ye are naething like them. Ye are far more elegant and beautiful and desirable than any of them. It was done perfectly well. More than perfectly well,” he said with a growl and pulled her just a little closer.

Elizabeth giggled. She had done what she’d set out to do, and by God, it was blissful. She had never been taken to such heights of physical pleasure, which burst through her like ocean waves.

Liam had been the perfect man for this. He was kind, attentive, handsome, and they connected in more ways than one. She had finally stepped over a line, and a veil was lifted from her eyes. She felt like a true woman, having discovered what the poets and authors had written about for all these years. The act of passion was certainly worth memorializing.

A knock sounded at the door, and the two of them sat up in bed. Elizabeth covered her chest with the bedclothes, and Liam, with suspicion in his eyes, stood and began to tie his breeches. “Aye, who is it?”

The drunken voice of Fergus spoke from the other side. “I was told tae find ye here, lad. Come, let us have a drink! The innkeeper told me that ye came up here with a beautiful blond woman. Good for ye, lad! Ye are finally putting thoughts of that Lady Elizabeth aside and fulfilling yer desires elsewhere.”

Elizabeth froze, her mind racing a mile a minute. Words suddenly were lost to her.

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