Page 65 of The Ruthless Laird's Virgin
“Daenae fuss, lass, I am nae done with ye.” He winked at her, making her breath catch in her throat as he got to his knees.
Pushing her skirts up and over her knees, he ran his hands along her legs, starting at her ankles and working his way up her calves to her thighs.
Saints preserve me.
He leaned closer as she spread her legs with his palms, pressing kisses to her inner thighs as he worked his way up. His tongue flicked out at regular intervals as he neared her core and gently nibbled the flesh of her inner thighs.
A loud whimper of pleasure escaped her throat when his tongue snaked out and caressed the bud at the apex of her core, creating an entirely new sensation of warmth that was more than just pleasurable.
He worked her slowly at first, gently licking back and forth for a moment or two before alternating his mouth with his tongue. Steady, slow rhythms, almost sent her over the edge as she leaned back on the bed and spread her thighs even further. Every inch of her body seemed to be responding to him as her legs began to tremble with pleasure. Her nipples pressed against the stiff fabric of her corset, adding to the building feeling that threatened to make her burst.
“Callum!” she screamed before reaching down and tangling her fingers in his hair.
A deep growl resonated from his chest as he tilted his head to the side and doubled his efforts, using the tip of his tongue to flick her closer to the edge.
She moaned uncontrollably with every movement until she was practically pressing herself onto his tongue.
The climax finally shook her as her knees buckled, trapping his head between her thighs while the height of her climax rippled through her body. Wave after wave made her gasp for air while Callum remained in place, firmly holding her thighs.
He gradually slowed his pace, moving his tongue in gentle strokes until her eyes could no longer open, and her legs felt as if they could not move.
She lay on her back, gasping for breath, while he moved away from her and pulled down her skirts.
That was amazin’.
Her voice failed her when she tried to speak. Every muscle in her body seemed to have relaxed at the same time when Callum climbed onto the bed beside her and lifted her in his arms.
Moving her slowly, he shifted her up on the bed, placing her gently back down with her head on the pillow. Everything felt so perfect to her with the fire crackling in the hearth and a soft blanket of rain pelting the earth beyond the window.
Coolness suddenly flooded her body as she felt him moving away from her. “Daenae, go,” she suddenly spoke as she opened her eyes and reached for him.
Twisting his body to look at her, Callum smiled, a soft, kind smile that she had never seen before. “Daenae fuss, lass, Iwillnae leave ye.” He turned away from her again and began to remove his boots.
‘Daenae fuss, lass.’
The words echoed in her heart, taking her back to the wonderful things he had made her feel. Never in her life would she hear those words again without thinking of Callum. The pit of her stomach coiled again, but with gentle flutters this time as he removed his shirt.
But what does it all mean?
Her breathing deepened as she looked at the scars on his back, especially the larger one that reached around and over his ribs. They had both been through so much together and even apart; it was difficult to imagine what would happen next.
She eased her breathing as he lowered himself beside her on the bed.
Reaching out, he began to trace patterns on her arms as he looked into her eyes.
“Callum, what does…” Her voice suddenly failed as the terrifying sound of a horn screeched through the air, piercing even the chamber windows with a deafening roar.
“Someone is at the gates; that sound was too close.” Callum’s eyes widened before darkening with anger. He quickly rolledaway from her and began to dress, his movements quick and skilled.
Nay, this cannae be happenin’.
Eleanor followed suit and jumped to her feet, fixing her skirts and hair before running for her boots and cloak. “What will happen next?” She was not even sure if she was asking about the sudden upheaval or the moment they had just shared in her bed.
Callum’s attention seemed utterly focused on the task at hand as he tucked his shirt into his breeches. “I daenae ken, but ye should stay in yer chambers and bolt the door.”
Panic rushed through her lungs, burning a fiery path as she hurried toward him. “Callum, ye cannae leave me in here. I must go with ye, please, daenae leave me on me own,” she pleaded with him as her heart raced a hundred beats per minute.
Turning back to her, his eyes softened again as he lifted his hand to her face and cupped her cheek. “Ye cannae come with me, lass. I will be too worried about ye to have at me side. I will send Marion to be with ye, but daenae unlock the door for anyone other than me, Marion, or Iain. Bran can stay with ye too.”
