Tamed By The Highlander (Kilts & Kisses 1)

She swallows, her face pink and flushed in the flickering firelight.

“Show me,” she whispers.

“Show you what.”

She trembles, blushing redder.

“Show me…” she trials off, her hands twisting together. “You know.”

“You want to see me?”

She bites her lip, nodding as her eyes spark.

I grin wolfishly, and even if teasing her more could be fun, I can think of much more fun things to do with my new bride on our wedding night. I shrug my shawl off my shoulder, letting it drop before I reach down and pull my tunic out from the waist of my kilt. I yank it over my head in one motion, tossing it aside as I stand before her. Una gasps quietly, her eyes trailing over my muscles—lingering on the scars and tattoo ink as her breath catches. Her hand reaches out, hesitating for a second inches from my skin.

I step into her, and her hand presses to my chest.

“My lord,” she whispers heatedly, her hand sliding over me, fingers tracing my skin as I growl lowly. My hands slide to my kilt, loosening the ties, and Una’s breath catches sharply. Her eyes drop, an eagerness in them that gets my blood pounding as I finish loosening my kilt and pull it open.

The tartan drops to the ground, and my thick, heavy cock springs free between us. Una gaps, a soft moaning sound humming in her throat as her mouth opens and her eyes lock onto my swollen thickness.

“My God…” she whimpers.

“Take off your dress, my love,” I growl. “Let me see my bride.”

She blushes, pulling back from me and letting her hands hesitantly move to the tie at the front of the white gown. Her eyes are still locked on my cock, and as she’s starts to tug at the bow holding her dress together, I reach down and wrap a fist around myself. Una moans quietly, her cheeks burning hot as I stroke my cock, watching her undress.

The tie catches, knotted awkwardly, and she pauses, frowning as she fumbles to get it undone.

“Let me,” I growl, moving into her and gently pushing her hands away. She swallows, nodding and trembling slightly as my hands replace hers. My strong fingers yank at the knot until it finally gives, the ties falling to her side. Her dress falls open, catching at her nipples before I growl and push it the rest of the way open with my fingers. It slips from her shoulders, and soundlessly drops to the floor like a pure white puddle around her feet. And then, she’s bare for me.

The fire roars inside of me.

She. Is. Perfection.

Naked in the firelight, and freshly mine in marriage, she’s like an angel. So perfect, and soft, and young and supple. Her wild red hair frames her face, tumbling over her shoulders and her small, pert breasts. Her pink nipples stand hard and erect, and the smattering of freckles across her chest makes me groan hungrily.

My eyes drop lower, down over the swell of her breasts, down the slope of her stomach to the gentle curve of her hips. They drop lower, and I hiss, my cock lurching and my growl catching in my throat at the sight of that little red fire between her thighs.

…I want to taste that fire. I want to drink it down and drown in the sounds of her coming for me. And I won’t wait another second.

Una gasps as I move into her, making her shriek as I scoop her into my arms and crush my mouth to hers. She whimpers, kissing me back and willingly opening her mouth for my tongue as I cup her soft, tight ass in my strong hands. Her slender legs wrap around my grooved hips, and I groan into her as I turn and move us towards the bed. She moans heavier, knowing where I’m taking her and knowing what that means.

I’m going to claim her. I’m going to pluck that sweet untouched rose for myself and make her mine and mine alone.

But first, I’m going to taste her. Because I’ve had the faintest taste of her lingering on my tongue since I left her in the bathhouse, and I’ll be damned if I go another moment without tasting her again.

Una moans softly as I lay her down across my large bed, splaying her out across the soft blankets and furs and growling at the sight of her stretched out and open for me.

Gods she’s beautiful.

I hover over her, leaning down and kissing her fiercely, my tongue swirling with hers as she moans into my mouth. Her tongue teases over mine, and I groan at the new boldness I can sense in her. My mouth claims hers, kissing her hungrily before I slide lower, my lips teasing down her jaw to her neck. Una moans for me, her fingers raking the muscles of my arms as I kiss my way lower, and then lower still. My lips trail down the slope of her breast, wrapping around one soft pink nipple and making her hiss with pleasure before I move to the other and do the same.