Stolen By The Scottish Rogue (Kilts & Kisses 2)

I grunt, my hands sliding around to grip her tight ass firmly, pulling her into me as I push my tongue deep into her opening. She cries out again, shuddering against me as I drive my tongue in and out before I drag it higher, up until it bumps over her hard-little bud.

It takes one swirl of my tongue across her clit, and suddenly, she’s coming for me.

Ailith screams, her hands shoving into my hair and gripping it tightly as her whole body shudders against me. Her hips buck into my mouth, the leg over my shoulder quivers, and her heal digs into my back. She cries out in pleasure, her sweetness flooding my tongue and my face as her thighs quiver and her body trembles for me.

And I’m not even close to being done.

I growl as I suck her clit between my lips, swirling my tongue over it again and again as she just keeps coming for me. And I just keep going until her hands are pushing me away, her cries drowning through my ears.

I grunt, yanking the ties of my kilt undone and letting it drop as I stand against her. I kiss my way up her stomach, and up over each full, soft breasts. I keep her one leg raised, hitching it against my thigh as I stand, and when she feels my thick, hot cock against her thigh, she gasps sharply.

“My lord…” she whimpers.

I kiss her, letting her taste her own sweet cunt on my lips. And when she hungrily kisses me deeper, moaning sweetly as she opens her lips for my tongue, I growl, pushing myself against her. My throbbing hard cock teases against her dewy-soft cunt, and she trembles for me.

“You’re a virgin,” I groan softly into her lips.

She nods, taking a shaking breath. I start to pull away, but her arms tighten around my neck, her thigh tensing again my hip.

“Wait…” she whispers, biting her lip. “We…” she blushes fiercely.

“Yes, my little princess?”

“We don’t have to stop.”

Heat floods her face as she blushes fiercely, like she’s embarrassed to admit she wants this. Like she’s worried about being too eager, or too “unladylike.”

The hell with that.

I want her begging for it, and a lady who’ll be my lady will know she can ask for anything any time.

“Do you want to stop?”

There’s a part of me that says I’m done if she says yes. But, the beast in me wonders if I could. I wonder if I truly could stop myself from claiming her at this moment. My cock trembles again her soft petals, precum dripping onto her skin as she whimpers. She leans in, and when her lips find mine and seal tight to me, I growl as I claim her mouth.

“No,” she gasps quietly into my kiss. “I don’t want to stop.”

“Good,” I grunt. “Because you’re mine.”

She whimpers as I kiss her fiercely, grunting as I push my body against hers, her back against the wood of the support beam.

“Mine, princess. Not Lord Carlson’s. Not any other man’s. Mine.”

She gasps as I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her moans and growling as she rolls her hips against me.

“You know why I took you?” I purr, pulling back, our eyes locked.

“Because I had to have you,” I grunt quietly. “Because you’ve stolen me already, Ailith.”

I kiss her, the both of us melting into each other as my hands slide over her body. Her leg hitched up around my hip trembles, and I grip it tight as I spread her thighs open. My swollen cock pushes against her slick, slippery lips, easing between them as she gasps and moans.

“And now you’re mine, little princess,” I growl. “Now, you’re all mine.”

Chapter 6

Ailith

Our lips crush together, my body presses to his, and I am lost in him. Heat blazes through me, and I whimper as I open my mouth for his tongue, my fingers gripping his firm arms so tightly. This is insane, but I can’t say no.

I don’t want to say no.

This is wrong, and sinful. After all, I’m promised to another man, even if I don’t want him at all. And Malcolm is so wrong in every way, but it’s him I want. Badly. Painfully. More than I’ve ever wanted anything before in my entire life.

I can feel him hot against me, his rock-hard body rippling against mine, pinning me to the wood at my back. His… cock pulses against my opening, making me tremble and making me ache in wicked, sinful, fierce ways that almost scare me they’re so intense.

I want him.

We’re not married, and I know this is a sin, but I can’t stop myself. The feel of him right there, pressed against my sex, ready to claim me has me melting for him, and throwing away all sense of right and wrong. All I know is, I want him to have me, and I want him to have me right here and right now.