Page 57 of Wicked Kilted Highlander

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

The sun cast a warm glow upon their faces while they sat on the bench. Lara glanced shyly at Darragh, her heart pounding in her chest. His black eyes held a depth and intensity that made her breath catch, and she found herself unable to look away.

"Would ye… kiss me, Darragh?" she whispered.

He hesitated for a moment, almost surprised by her request, but then his eyes softened. With a gentle smile, he leaned closer, his breath warm on her skin. As his lips pressed against hers, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the sensation of their mouths moving together as they deepened the intimacy between them.

He held her close while kissing her, their bodies moving in tandem. Their tongues met briefly, and she moaned softly when his teeth grazed her bottom lip. His hands gripped her waist tighter. His eyes seemed hungry and yearning as he pulled away. She wondered why he didn't take things farther. Perhaps he’s waiting for an invitation. Lara bit her lip and brought one of his hands closer.

"Ye can touch me" she whispered, hoping he didn't think her too forward.

A wide grin crossed his handsome features, and he nodded. The hunger in his gaze seemed to intensify, and her entire body shivered with anticipation. He turned her around, so she had her back pressed against his chest as he slipped off her coat. His warm hands trailed over her shoulders, tracing patterns upon her skin before his strong arms wrapped around her middle, enveloping her.

His hand caressed up the side of her body as the other moved lower, dipping below the hem of her skirt. She gasped slightly as his palm rose up the inside of her leg and his fingertips lightly strummed the sensitive rosebud hidden between them and wandered tantalizingly between her already slick folds. His fingers glided against her slippery entrance, while his other hand went to her breast, sliding beneath the neck of her dress to cup and mold them, making their tips stiffen. She moaned loudly, bucking against his hand as she begged for more. His fingers played lightly between her legs, spreading her open, while his other hand toyed with her breasts. A cry of frustration rose from deep within Lara as her whole body ached for more, but Darragh held her back.

"Dinnae stop," she panted, struggling against his grasp as her hips rocked against his hand. He didn't answer her, just continued stroking her gently. "I cannae bear it. I need ye tae fill me." She pleaded as his fingers circled her entrance. She whimpered in pleasure when he began to push them inside her. His other hand squeezed her stiff peaks roughly as she writhed against his hardness.

Lara grabbed his wrist and urged him to move quicker, begging him to bury himself into her. But he didn't budge, and the rhythm of his fingers remained steady. She whined desperately, her hips grinding frantically against his hand. Then, all of a sudden, his grip loosened around her midsection, and she felt him loosening the fastenings of his breeches. She felt his entire shaft drive deep into her. A loud gasp left her lips when he buried himself inside her in one motion, filling her completely with his hard thickness.

Her thighs tensed as she rose up and slammed into him, impaling herself repeatedly upon his stiff member. She could feel Darragh's rapid heartbeat against her back.

With one final thrust, she shuddered violently with ecstasy, her womanhood contracting around his thick shaft. "Ye are going tae drive me tae the end, Lara."

Darragh quickly grabbed her and turned her, still inside her, forcing her beneath him, crushing his weight atop her as his member rammed into her rapidly again and again, making her thrash as she rose to the intoxicating heights of pleasure once more. She was spurred in her passion by the way his strong arms encased her, and his muscular legs pinned hers down against the surface of the rock, rendering her nearly immobile.

"Och, my God!" Darragh exclaimed, thrusting deeply inside her over and over.

She moaned, bucking against him, their bodies moving as one, each stroke sending her higher and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her hands fisted the fabric of his shirt, and he held her tight as he continued his relentless thrusting.

"O-oh, God above." Lara whispered in shock as she felt him swell inside her, and the waves of pleasure consumed her as they reached their climax together, groaning and moaning. They panted loudly against each other, and she trembled beneath Darragh's grip, sated and content.

Finally, her breath returned to normal. She moaned helplessly when Darragh bent his head toward her neck, trailing his tongue against her sensitive flesh. He licked and nibbled on the pale skin, murmuring obscenities and profanities along with her name against her ear.

"Ye feel so wonderful, Lara," Darragh whispered against her skin, his voice husky with desire. "I didnae ken I could feel this way."

"Neither did I," she admitted breathless again, feeling a connection to him she had never experienced before.

Darragh gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her as if she were the most precious treasure he had ever known. His dark eyes met hers, shining with a fierce tenderness that took her breath away. She could see in his gaze the vulnerability he rarely showed, and it only endeared him to her more.

"Come," he whispered softly, "let’s walk to the loch and bathe."

It was full day now, and the sun shone in the sky, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The heather-covered hills rolled on for miles, their vibrant purples and greens creating a lush tapestry beneath the cloud-dappled sky. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient oak trees that dotted the land, their gnarled trunks bearing witness to countless seasons gone by.

As they neared the loch, the scent of fresh water mingled with the earthy aroma of the moorlands.

Lara marveled at the beauty that surrounded her.

As they reached the water's edge, they stood hand in hand, gazing out at the serene landscape before them. For a moment, all of their troubles seemed to vanish, leaving only the warmth of their intertwined fingers and the promise of a love that seemed it would span a lifetime.

The first touch of the cool water sent shivers down Lara's spine as she tiptoed into the loch. Darragh, with his boyish grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes waded beside her, their fingers still entwined.

She squeezed his hand gently, lost for words but communicating her sentiments through her touch.

"Ah, ye're making me feel like a wee lad again," Darragh laughed, releasing her hand and splashing water in her direction.

"Hey!" Lara squealed, shielding her face from the spray. Her laughter mingled with Darragh's, filling the air with the melody of their shared joy. She retaliated, sending a wave of water towards him. "Two can play at this game!"

"Is that a challenge, lass?" Darragh raised an eyebrow, his grin widening.