Page 55 of Highlander’s Burning Touch

Now, looking down, Niven realized that his skirts hid a very obvious attraction. Deva brought her curious hand beneath his plaid and, without a word, touched him.

Och! A rush of something burst through him, an exquisite pleasure that yearned and ached in equal measure.

Slowly, she began to explore the taste of his firm package, lowering her head to his lap and tracing him with her tongue. Softly, Deva’s lips pressed in against his balls, teasing and caressing him in equal measure.

“Do ye like it?” she asked, unexpectedly. “All of it,” she said, leaning over him with a grin. Then she reached down below his waist, with a tantalizing smile.

Chapter Eighteen

Her breath coming quickly, Deva stripped away at the plaid covering Niven’s legs and revealed his soft pink flesh beneath. And as she did so, she gave a gasp.

It was not as if she had never seen his thighs before, but there, beneath the soft candlelight in the lodge, they seemed exquisite. Slowly, she stroked the top of his thigh with her slim index finger.

Then, pressing down against his waist, she kissed his navel before weaving along into his groin. Inside, her head was filled with passion, and deeper inside, she felt a heat like no other.

“Touch me,” she commanded, this time smiling. Somehow, he was now the one down below, and she was on top, victoriously astride him like an empress.

“Where?” he asked, lifting his curious brown gaze. He seemed to be laughing at her, and at that moment, Deva knew that this would never do. Fixing him with her sternest look, she glared frostily.

“Everywhere!” she said. She sounded so irate that inside she almost exploded, bursting with a weird combination of laughter and desire. Feelings that she never knew she had were suddenly alive.

She was a mess; guilt, desire, and a simple hot throbbing interfered with her head, making her feel like she was drunk.

And yet, it didn’t feel that way when she stroked his body. Then she felt gloriously alive. Now magnificently unrobed, Niven lay beneath her, his firm body bulging, just waiting in her grip.

He looked up at her with a combination of surprise and intrigue.

“Everywhere ye say?” he said, taking a curious hand and feeling the softness of her folds inside. Deva closed her eyes and dreamed as his middle finger slid seamlessly inside her.

“Oh,” she murmured, her high voice calling out loud. Niven looked up, smirking.

“Good,” he said approvingly. She couldn’t see him but could just picture the self-satisfied way he was watching her. Inside, this gave her heat, as did the second finger he had placed experimentally within her.

Deva cast her head back and felt a deep ecstasy as he probed and prodded her with his hands. Softly yet still firm, he pummeled her deep from the inside, sending little shoots of ecstasy within her.

Everything felt high and giddy as Deva opened her eyes to see him lying there, gazing up at her.

With his hand still inside her, Deva leaned down and kissed him, this time on the lips, before working her way hotly down to his chest. There, she kissed him into a frenzy, her kisses landing like rain all over.

Her lips, like a hot fruit, pressed hard against him, warm and smooth and just aching with desire.

“Deva, I,” he started, but Deva didn’t let him finish. Instead, she pressed him quite hard until he was once again laying beneath her, in perfect submission, his brown hair hanging back from the window seat and his pure hazel gaze staring up at her.

He was pure perfection. Deva had never seen such a physical specimen before. From the curve of his chest to the rigid contours of his abs, Niven was trim in all the right places but hard where it mattered.

In raptures, Deva rolled a finger along his abdomen, marveling at its rippling effect. As she caressed him, he moaned, still exploring the sensation of her insides.

The pleasure was rushing through her at such a speed that Deva thought she would surely go mad. No-one could handle this much ecstasy; it was too much for any one body to stand.

Now beneath him, Niven began to grin, quite wickedly. And as Deva stared down at him, she saw why. Nestling in between high thighs, his firm package stood to attention.

Smirking, he ran his hand down along his thigh, inviting her in with his eyes. Deva did not need more invitation. Without a sound, she took his hand and led it gently to his groin. There, she pressed down upon his yard, squeezing it curiously.

“Oh,” Niven moaned as a little come oozed out from him. He was ramrod hard, and Deva could tell he was just aching to come inside her.

Urgently, he pulled into her, although still down below. Pressing his lips to her own, Niven kissed her. First tenderly, and then quite madly.

Consumed in his passion, she kissed him back, intensely, unable to stop herself.