Page 41 of A Healer for the Wicked Highlander

That was all he could think about as he led her to the bed and laid her upon it as gently as he could. He couldn’t tear his lips away from hers. He couldn’t get enough of her silky mouth, of her wet tongue. He kissed her slowly, deeply, relishing each moment.

When he finally pulled away, it was only to gaze at her in adoration. She was everything he thought she would be, and more. She was soft and warm, she was silken and smooth, her skin as fragrant as a rose in bloom. Her fingers threated through his hair, wanting to kiss him again, but instead of granting her that wish, he grinned He felt his manhood rock hard, trapped in the confines of his clothes, but his own pleasure was irrelevant right now. Her was all that mattered.

He kissed the soft hollow of her collarbone, inhaling her scent as he did so. He licked her gently.

“Oh…” she moaned loudly.

Everywhere he touched, he kissed, he licked, she was so deliciously responsive. He wanted to be inside of her, to claim her as his own, but he knew better than to do that. She wasn’t his. All he could do for her now was make her explode. And that was what he wanted.

He trailed an invisible line of kisses down her bare breasts, sucking her pebbled nipples. He lavished it with the wet heat of his tongue, swirling over them slowly, teasing her. All the while, he couldn’t stop looking at her. Her cheeks flushed in a soft pink hue, and her luscious lips were parted, in a perpetual moan.

With his mouth cupping her breast, his fingers easily found the place where the pulse of her desire was beating. He dragged a finger through her wet folds, parting them, feeling how soft they were. He had to taste her.

Release her nipple from his lips, his tongue glided down her stomach, between her thighs. She spread them open, granting him clear access to her swollen bud. Her hips arched toward him, wordlessly letting him know how much she relished everything he was doing to her.

He couldn’t wait. He had to taste her immediately.

He lowered his head, taking her into his mouth. Her fingers gripped at him, in an effort to keep him close, urging him on. Her hips rocked, lifting herself higher, giving all of herself to him.

Tasting her made him discover all the desires he didn’t even know rested inside of his body. Every inch of him screamed with need for her. The taste of her dew drove him mad, so sweet and musky. He slid his tongue inside of her, deeper and deeper, and every time, she bucked her hips, moaning louder and louder.

He was desperate for her. He wanted to make her explode with desire over and over again, with his mouth, his tongue, his fingers.

He withdrew his tongue from her, but he didn’t stop playing. He sucked her pearl into his mouth, making soft, wet sounds. His own manhood bulged in his kilt, begging for release, alreadybeading at the tip. If he could just feel her, he was certain he would explode.

But instead, his tongue slid back inside of her, in and out, repeating this motion, just as he imagined he would have done with his manhood. He circled her bud with his thumb gently, knowing it was swollen and in desperate need, just like himself. He couldn’t stop; He was ravenous for her.

“More, Michael… more…” she said, her words sending a bolt of lightning through him. He had never heard a woman sound so desperate, yet so raw and powerful.

He kept on licking her, sucking her, thrusting into her, feeling her wet juices drip down his tongue, savoring every bit of it. That was when she unraveled for him, her entire body tightening, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. But he didn’t mind. He kept on going, sucking her hard, giving her just what she needed from him.

She was still breathing heavily, when he forced himself to pull away from her. But that was only for a moment. His arms refused to let go of her.

He lay beside Freya, her soft breaths warm against his bare chest. The fire in the hearth had burned low, leaving only a faint glow to light the room, but he didn’t need to see her to feel her presence. Her head rested against his shoulder, her fingers curled lightly against his ribs, and he held her as if letting go might shatter the fragile peace that had settled between them.

He hadn’t meant for it to happen… not like this, not tonight. But when he’d kissed her, when she’d opened herself to him so willingly, so trustingly, all his resolve had crumbled. Now, with her body soft and sated in his arms, he could scarcely remember why he’d fought it for so long.

“Stay,” she whispered, her voice drowsy but insistent as she shifted closer. “Just for tonight.”

His chest tightened at the simple plea, and for a moment, he nearly said no. Heshouldsay no. But when she tilted her face up, her eyes heavy-lidded and full of unspoken longing, the word died on his tongue.

“Aye,” he murmured instead, brushing a kiss against her hair. “I’ll stay.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Freya woke up with the taste of Michael still on her lips, with his scent still enveloping her like a warm embrace. Just a single memory of his hands on her was enough to send a million little goosebumps down her spine, tickling her delightfully.

Michael.

She rolled to the side, yawning languidly. She outstretched her hand, expecting to find his god-like silhouette slumbering next to her, but to her surprise, her hand met only cold, unforgiving sheets. There was no sign of him.

Her eyes widened momentarily. There was no trace of that calm serenity that had her in its arms only a moment ago. Her heart sank at his absence. Had the previous night meant nothing to him?

Refusing to torture herself with such thoughts, she rose and got dressed quickly. She didn’t want to acknowledge the stingof rejection, but that was easier said than done. She left her chamber and made her way down the corridor, trying to calm down her steps despite the turmoil desperately churning inside her.

When she reached Cody’s room, she knocked lightly before easing the door open. He was already dressed, playing with his toy soldiers.

“Mistress Freya!” he called, his voice hoarse but stronger than it had been in weeks.