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Finlay leads me over toward it, not quite to stand in front of the window but to look out. The view is of the glen around us, the isolated part of it where there are no other buildings or people in sight but only the magnificent hills and the descent down toward the loch.
It’s a stunning view.
Finlay moves behind me, allowing me to take in the view uninterrupted. I tremble when he pauses behind me, his hands on my shoulders and his breath in my ear.
“You know,” he says, his voice low and intimate, only for me. “I had to learn a lot about deer. They’re so graceful, don’t you think? So beautiful. They have these elegant bodies perfect for running, sleek and smooth. Those long, strong necks….”
He begins to nuzzle into my neck from behind, planting kisses along as he goes, bending my head to the side, opening me up for more.
Finally, he reaches down for the hem of my sweater and pulls it up over my head. He leaves me in my bra and jeans before the warmth of his hands settles on my shoulders.
“And they have these long, graceful front legs,” he says, lifting my left arm. He kisses me from my shoulder to my fingertips, making every inch of my skin tingle.
He moves to the other side and does the same with my right arm. The crackling fire fills the silence and makes it comfortable rather than awkward, the warmth of the flames playing along my bare skin.
“Their strength, of course,” he says, reaching around my waist from behind and finding the button and zipper of my jeans, “is only matched by those powerful hind legs.”
He slowly pulls my jeans down my body, sinking with them so he can lift my feet one by one and slide the material all the way off, undressing me with so much care and attention I wonder if this is what the princesses of old used to feel like.
Before he stands, he presses a kiss against the side of my left knee, then trails his mouth up to kiss the rest of my leg, only stopping when he meets the fabric of my panties.
I shiver – not out of cold, but out of desire, feeling his touch on my skin and wanting more, more, more.
I feel the ghost of him move up behind me as he stands. The only sound in the room beside the fire is the light crinkling of clothes.
His hands slide up my back from my hips until they meet my bra, deft fingers working the clasp open. “Of course, the breast is usually seen as part of the trophy.”
A smile flits over my lips momentarily at the comparison, but then the clasp he undid falls loose, and my bra falls with it. Finlay catches the fabric and smoothly pulls it down over my arms, leaving my breasts bare, my hard nipples pebbled.
Without moving from behind me, Finlay slides his hands over my flesh until he finds my breasts, teasing my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until I moan and my head drops back.
He kisses my neck again, surrounding me, his strong arms around my body as I lean back against his firm chest. He massages and kneads my breasts with a gentle touch that only serves to inflame my arousal further, making me bite my lip and moan against him.
Against my ass, I can feel a hard rod through his pants, the heat of it noticeable even against the heat of the flames.
His hands leave me only for a moment and then settle on my hips, on the lace panties that are the only scrap of clothing I still have on.
“And then, there’s my favorite part of the deer,” he says, his voice a throaty whisper by my ear. “That adorable white tail.”
With those words, he pulls my panties away from my body, letting them drop to the floor once they’re past my thighs. His hands are on my ass then, grabbing it and squeezing, not so hard as to hurt – but only enough to make me realize how wet I already am.
He moves his hands over the swell of my hips and then around, down, until he can feel how wet I am. I can’t hold back my moans of need and desire when he slowly pushes the first finger inside me.
Finlay turns me around and captures my mouth with his, his hands roaming my body and bringing out sensations I never imagined were possible, turning my limbs into jelly as he worships every part of me.
The depth of his kiss is something I could drown in, so hungry and possessive, like he’s going to eat me alive.
“Oh, god,” I breathe when he breaks the kiss to drop his head to my breast and begins licking and sucking at my nipples. “Finlay.”
He looks up at me with a growl, a kind of animalistic look on his face. Saying his name seems to have a strong effect on him, that whatever he’s doing he stops immediately.
He scoops me up into his arms with another growl of desperate need. My legs wrap around him instinctively as he carries me over to the bed. He sets me gently on my back and then stands over me.
I can only watch with wide eyes as he reaches up for his collar and pulls his shirt over his head, abandoning it on the floor. His pants follow shortly after.
I can’t even focus on my own nakedness as I watch his body being unveiled. His hard abs, muscular arms and chest, strong legs, and the manly dark hair that is scattered across his torso is something to behold.
At last, he stands in only his impressively tented underwear – but as I watch, he yanks those down too, and the hard length I felt poking into me before springs into view.
