Page 22 of The Veiled Wish of a Highland Bride

"Why did ye stop?" She started, matching his smirk with a smile of her own.

She leaned in this time, meeting his ready lips with her own and kissed him, attempting to replicate what he had done to her.

When they both pulled back to catch their breath, Archibald said nothing. He merely looked at her as though all he truly wanted to do was to kiss her again, but chose to hold back.

“Mia,” he breathed, his forehead against hers. “We should stop. We really should nae be doing this. Ye're still married, Mia, and the situation is getting out of control. I dinnae ken if I could stop if ye gave me more.”

But Miawantedmore. More of this feeling. More of the passion running through her body. More of him. "I dinnae care. Show me what more there is to learn."

Archibald tried to protest again but her lips crashed against his.

“Little Wolf,” she teased, determined, “what more is there to learn?”

“More than ye ken,” he whispered.

The wind whipped around them, and his eyes darkened with lust.

Mia’s cheeks burned, but she took her time, slowly moving towards him and placing her hand on his face as she leaned in to kiss him. She followed her instinct, slowly running her fingers through his hair, reveling in the groans he made as their bodies met.

Unable to take more teasing, Archibald grabbed her by the waist and took control of the kiss as he pushed her down against the mat.

“There’s so much I can teach ye, Mia,” he whispered into her neck. He began trailing kisses down her neck. “Like this. Do ye like this?”

“I like it,” she moaned.

Archibald seemed to smile at her innocence. “And ye want more?”

“I want… everything,” she said, her arms wrapped firmly around him. She slid her hands under his shirt, and he was quick to take the lead.

Laughing softly, Archibald slowly removed his clothes, enchanting Mia with every movement. He removed his shirt, and she reached for his britches and boots, stripping him until he was bare before her.

Mia could not help but gasp as she saw his manhood.

May he be damned, this handsome devil. He is perfect.

“I have never seen a man, Archie. I dinnae ken what to do.”

“Ye should remove yer clothes too, Mia.”

“Help me, then.” Mia turned her back towards him. Slowly, he undid the laces of her gown, and then her set of stays. He peeled off her petticoat and chemise until she was as bare as he was.

Naked before the chilly air, the sun, andhim.

Mia gathered all her courage and leaned toward him, bravely moving her mouth down his body—his wide chest, his ribs, his firm stomach—both naked and facing each other. Mia stood there staring at his quirking manhood, unsure what to do.

“Should I kiss ye here as well?” she asked as she brushed her lips against him without waiting for his response. Archibald gasped, shock and pleasure written across his face, proving that her instincts had been right.

She was doing well.

Encouraged, Mia took him slowly in her mouth, and she brushed her tongue against the tip of his cock, trying to get used to the feeling. Suddenly, Archibald grabbed her hair softly, his lips parted.

She wanted to please him, so she took him fully in her mouth.

Satisfied by Archibald’s heavy breathing, Mia felt her excitement grow with each second. A fire like no other ignited between her legs, a fire she didn’t know how to extinguish. Suddenly, Archie pushed her mouth off of him.

“Enough,” he whispered.

Taking her in for a passionate kiss, he looked her in the eyes, his own blurred by pleasure.

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