Page 27 of Claimed by the Clan Chief

“Maybe it’s time I stopped saving myself,” she whispered.

“Nay, I will make this right, Isla. Just give me a wee bit of time.”

She resisted the urge to pout. McTavish was meant to be hers, she’d seen to that in the woods. She’d had the blessing of Mother Nature and the full moon. There was no reason to wait any longer, especially now her body was crying out for his.

He set his lips on her mouth, but only for a moment, because then he kissed over her cheek. He left a hot trail and she shivered with longing.

When he kissed down her neck and cupped her right breast she moaned with a hunger for him she hadn’t known could consume her. “Please.”

“I’ll make it good for you now,” he murmured. “All you have to do is let me.”

“Aye, I’ll allow it.”

He pulled back briefly with his free hand still over her breast. “Good lass.”

And then he sank downward, to his knees. His face was directly in front of her pussy.

“What are you doing?” she asked, slipping her fingers into his thick hair.

“This.” He nudged her thighs apart then slid his fingers between her legs.

She groaned and let her head fall back to the wall. It would only be him, forever. She’d never consent to another man touching her. Why would she want to when he felt so good?

“Damn, you’re pretty down here,” he said.

And then his mouth was on her cunny. His lips fastened over the bud that gave her such pleasure.

She gasped, locked her knees, and stared down at him. It was a sight she’d never imagined she’d see—a man’s head between her legs.

She blew out a breath, only just resisting the urge to step away.

He must have sensed her twitching for he clamped one hand on her right hip to secure her against the wall. He also filled her with one long finger, the way he had earlier.

Isla groaned, and this time sank further onto him. She’d take whatever the hell he wanted to give her.

He began to circle her clit with his tongue, rubbing it the way she did with her fingertips when working on herself.

Lights flashed in front of her and her pulse thudded in her ears. It was as if he knew what she liked already. That massaging her pussy this way would have her mindless with the need for release.

Soon pressure was growing. He added another finger, stretching her to the point it almost hurt.

She tugged his hair, arched her back, and curled her toes within her shoes.

He continued to lap expertly at her.

“Oh… oh, I’m going to…” Her mouth fell open. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t even blink. It felt so good, beyond good. It was as if all the stars in the sky were shining just for her.

He picked up the pace, increased the force of his tongue and the stretch in her cunny.

Isla cried out as she allowed pleasure to ransack her body. She bent double, forcing herself harder onto him. Had she ever experienced anything like this? Nay, never.

Her pussy convulsed around his finger, dampness seeping from her as her insides throbbed. Her clit bobbed against his tongue, the bliss extending as he stayed with her.

But eventually it became too much and she was thoroughly satisfied. She dragged at his hair and squirmed. “Please… no more.”

He pulled back and looked up at her. His chin was shining with her moisture and his eyes sparkled.

She was panting, her chest rising and falling fast. Her belly was tight and her bones felt as though they’d turned to dust.

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