Enraptured by the Highlander

“Lass,” his voice was harsh, rugged. “Dae ye want this? Truly?”

“Yes,” she said even as her heartbeat was a constant thrum. She knew she would be losing her innocence there and though it was not how she had thought it would happen, what was important was the man she was with.

He tilted her head up. “I apologize in advance, I will hurt ye.”

“I want you still,” she replied. “If this is the only chance we have, let it be now.”

Lifting his knees up to make her a cradle as she leaned in, he tugged her bodice down and bared her breasts to him. They were perfectly round with dark pink-pebbled nipples. He cupped her breast, the soft round of her flesh overflowing in his palm and pleasure sparked into her belly. He flicked his thumb over her puckered nipple, and she gasped.

A pleasurable shiver coursed along her spine and Caelan grinned. Massaging her breast, he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her breath hitched and her head fell back, her eyes slid shut as her hand slid into his hair. God, this was sublime. He suckled her, nipping softly and licking her nipple with a rough tongue. He cupped the other one as he filled his mouth with the other and she cried out.

“You’re torturing me,” she whispered hoarsely.

Licking her nipple, she felt him slide his hands over her legs, from her knee to her upper thigh and then circled under her leg to press at her slick wetness. He stroked her softly, before sinking two fingers inside her. The sudden intrusion had her flinging her head back and her mouth dropped open as pumped her. He used his thumb on her bud and pleasure shot up her belly. Adelaine could not help but shudder as he kept fingering her.

“That’s it, Sweet, come undone for me,” his voice rumbled.

She was moaning, rocking on his lap and his fingers with her eyes closed and her red-bitten lips dropped open with her cries. Adelaine grabbed his shoulders as her body went tight and her fingers sank into his skin.

“Oh!” she gasped as her completion took her like a storm. She tightened over his hand while her face went from happy to ecstatic. She fell limp on his chest, too limp and content to do much else and her panting breath was wet on his neck. He kissed her head before pulling his fingers out and sucked them into his mouth.

Still reeling from her completion, she watched him do it, taste her, and bit her lip when he licked them clean. “Love, ye taste like honey.”

His hand dropped again to wait and pressed on her stomach. “Adelaine, taking ye will hurt.”

Kissing his jaw, she said, “I know, but there is no more time. I know you want the best for me but we don’t have it here. If we do die, we won’t have any regrets.”

He chuckled as he claimed her mouth with his and gave her a long kiss. Adelaine trailed her fingers down his chest and dipped into the valleys of his ridged stomach. She shifted on hi

s lap and undid his kilt, baring his thick and incredibly-hard manhood to her.

“Lass, dae ye ken what yer doing?” he asked with his eyelids lowered and tone husky.

“No,” she said. “But I want you to teach me.”

He took her hand and curled her fingers around his thick shaft. Searing lust exploded inside him at her touch on his intimate flesh. With arousal growing inside his belly, he showed her how to stroke him and nearly bit his lip through when her lazy, indulgent stroke nearly maddened him.

“Enough,” he growled softly as he leaned forward and kissed her while gently removing her hand from him. His hand then slipped to the juncture of her thighs and his finger found her wetness. Softly, he parted her folds again and she braced her arms on his shoulder as he stroked her.

“Love, are ye still a virgin?” Caelan asked.

“I’ve never lain with a man,” Adelaine responded. “And I would never have done it with the man my father engaged me to.”

His face relaxed and she could see relief washing over him like a wave. “Love, I’m going to enter ye, now,” he whispered in her ear.

When she nodded, he lifted her bottom off his lap and with one hand positioned his shaft to her slick entrance. She bit her lip at the touch. A warm fleshy dome nudged past her opening, stretching her as he inched in She felt him, all of him, the heat, the hardness and pleasurable pain as he joined them. She clenched her eyes tight when he broke through her maidenhead.

She gasped in pain, and groaned with her head under his neck. “This hurts.”

Tears beaded in her eyes and before she could stop them, they dripped onto his shoulder. She heard Caelan cursing under his breath as he lifted her head and kissed under her under her eyes, drinking in her tears. He then kissed her lips, “I’ll stop if you want,” he said sorrowfully. “I’d rather die than hurt ye.”

Her body was a tight spring, ready to break loose if one wrong move was made as the moment slipped by. His hardness rested inside her and, as the pain ebbed away, she felt his thickness inside her pleasing. Adelaine’s nostrils flared and she leaned in to kiss him. “No…move.”

Caelan went slowly, lifting her hips while he thrust up in careful, almost tentative strokes as if he did not want to hurt her anymore. Adelaine felt it too as she rested her elbows on his shoulder but to show him she was not hurting anymore began to move, rocking on his rigid length harder and harder as her pleasure grew.

Soon she was panting on his lap and he was kissing her deeply, nearly devouring her mouth. The kiss was like no kiss he had ever given her before, it was tender and loving but had ravenous and greedy undertones. She felt he wanted her, all of her. Caelan broke the kiss, his breath ragged as her hands ran over battle-scarred flesh.

He thrust up again and again, until sweat was rippling down his skin and every nerve in his body purred and spiked with pleasure. He kissed her mouth, rubbed her dark nipples and sucked them when he could, each at forcing her lust and ecstasy to mount higher. Fire was racing through her spine at his hard, blissful, possessive thrusts and animistic growls in her ear.