Love in the Time of a Highland Laird (A Laird for All Time Book 3) Angeline Fortin (pride and prejudice read txt) 📖

She flinched when they closed over her nipple, drawing on it hard. His tongue flicked over the sensitive tip and she cried out, holding him tightly to her breast as he continued to assault the tender flesh with his mouth. Each time he sucked, tension pooled more heavily between her thighs as if some invisible cord connected them.

Her other breast wasn’t lacking in attention either. He fondled her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. The combination of both left her restless and whimpering. The ache in her core becoming almost painful.

Helplessly, she ran her hands over his muscular back, over his hips. Arching beneath him, seeking relief.

“Dinnae rush so, mo rúnsearc,” he murmured against her breast. “We’ve all night.”

Al tossed her head on the pillow in denial, panting hard. “I hope you’re not planning on waiting that long.”

“So impatient,” he teased, trading one nipple for the other.

His patience made her want to scream. Her needy body was sprinting for the finish line already. Near bursting with need repressed for far too long. He’d been right. Her own laughable skills were nothing compared to what a man… this man could do to her.

And he hadn’t really done much yet!

How he would laugh if he knew just how incredibly he’d aroused her with a few kisses. She’d be pleading with him soon.

God, she’d never live it down. She wouldn’t beg him. She wouldn’t…

“Please, Keir.” She bit her lip, trying to reclaim the words. Her hips arched once more as if they had a mind of their own.

He lifted his head, gazing down at her with ardor smoldering in his eyes. “Say it again.”

She shouldn’t give him the pleasure. “Please.”

For a man who’d never dealt with underwear, he handled them neatly. Hooking his thumbs under the sides of her panties, he slid them down her legs. Caressing her as he slowly tugged them off. Too slowly.

His palms slid up her legs, behind her knees. Up the inside of her thighs. She was quaking from head to toes, her breaths unsteady.

Up, up.

She tensed as his fingertips grazed her damp curls.

Cried out as he slid a single finger inside her.

And exploded. Her cry became a hoarse scream as she came hard. Pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes, she bit back a sob. He pushed his finger deeper inside her and she involuntarily contracted around him.

“Oh, God!” she sobbed. Over and over he pumped his finger, shallowly, somehow elongating her orgasm.

She’d never imagined it could feel like that. Her whole body had experienced it, from top to bottom. Every nerve ending was singing in exaltation. In sorrow. It had been too much, too fast.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, not looking at him.

“Ne’er apologize, lass. I willnae apologize for enjoying the sight of ye coming apart for me. In fact, I plan tae see it happen again verra soon,” he said in his gruff burr, climbing over her once more.

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He pulled her hands away from her eyes, grinning when she refused to look at him. His fiery lass was even more passionate than he’d ever imagined. It seemed he wasn’t the only one surprised by the ferocity of her climax. Yet he reveled in the fact that he’d driven her to it. Indeed, he’d made her sing.

“Dinnae be embarrassed by the depth of yer passion, lass. Nae when it pleases me so much tae ken I was able to bring ye tae such heights.”

“But you…?”

“Och, my time will come sooner than naught.”

His assurance was laughable. In truth, he’d nearly spilt his seed when he’d felt her sweet, wet body clasp his finger. He might not require much more effort expended by her to find his release than he’d needed for her.

But he didn’t intend to rush what was sure to be a moment of pure paradise. As he told her, they had all night.

Holding her hands in his, he kissed her swollen lips, running his tongue along the seam until she yielded him entry. She tasted of heaven.

“Look at me, mo rúnsearc,” he commanded softly, rocking back on his heels.

Waiting until she met his gaze, he lifted her hand to his lips. He kissed each finger without taking his eyes off hers. Drew each digit into his mouth, worrying the pads against his tongue. He kissed her palm, the inside of her wrist where her pulse fluttered madly. The inside of her elbow, tickling the sensitive flesh there with his tongue. She drew a sharp breath through parted lips and he bit back a grin lest she lapse into misplaced embarrassment again.

She was magnificent.

And she was his.

Aye, they had all night.

Chapter 24

Seven times.

Seven times he’d taken her on the path to oblivion, wringing her out and leaving her limp before he was done with her. For all the books she’d read describing in detail how sex might feel, she’d never imagined just how truly combustible it could be when it was her person actively involved in the incineration. Words that had once been just words to her had taken on all new meaning.

Ecstasy. Rapture. Nirvana.

He had taken her to heights she’d never known existed, in ways she’d never imagined being taken despite years of fantasizing. He’d taken her on the rhapsodic flight of coiled muscles and the beguiling friction of bodies melding.

Once her initial frenzy had been satisfied, he’d shown her slow sensuality with tangled bodies and prolonged releases. Five of those times, she climbed the pinnacle of rapture with his encouragement alone.

Twice he had joined her. At first, she’d thought the joy of feeling him possess her that first time could never be matched. He’d owned her, filled her body and soul, pushing her even higher. Then higher yet, every stroke of his body into hers reaching deeper than she ever imagined. They’d come together, the rush of heat exploding between her thighs had been so overwhelming, she’d screamed into the night. He’d driven into her repeatedly as if he couldn’t stop, crying out,