Page 50 of Stealing a Kilted Heart

It was like a dam had broken. That one simple kiss was enough to ignite their desire, to pull them ever closer, Knox deepening the kiss by licking along the seam of her lips until she parted them, allowing him inside.

“Let me pleasure ye again,” Knox said, groaning against her lips. “Let me touch ye.”

But Fia shook her head. That wasn’t what she wanted anymore. She had kept herself pure this entire time, saving herself for her future husband, but that very day, she had decided she was going to tell Knox the truth about everything—but first, she wanted to feel him closer. She wanted to have at least one chance to be with him, to belong to him fully.

She didn’t want him to pleasure her with his hands like last time. She wanted to be one with him, to be taken like a wife.

“I want ye,” she said. “I want ye completely. I want tae be yers.”

Knox paused for a moment, breath hitching in his throat. “Are ye certain? I dinnae… I dinnae need that. I only want ye tae feel good. If ye have any reservations⁠—”

“I dinnae,” Fia was quick to say. “It’s what I want, I promise ye. Take me. I’m yers.”

It was all Knox needed to hear before he all but pounced at her, tearing off her clothes with eager hands. Before long, she was naked before him and Knox was spreading her over the blanket that he had laid on the floor next to the fire, taking his fill as he stared at her body.

Fia trembled under his gaze. She had never felt this exposed, this vulnerable, but the way Knox was looking at her made her feel so desired, so loved that it didn’t matter.

Lowering himself over her mound, Knox pressed his lips right where the seam of her folds began, speaking against her skin.

“I’ll make ye scream with pleasure,” he said. “Spread yer legs fer me.”

And so she did.