Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“I—oh God…”
“Let go, little princess,” rasp into her ear, leaning over her and letting my teeth rake across her lobe. She cries out, her hands clenching my kilt in white-knuckle fists as I tease her cunt and her ass again and again, until her whole body starts to tremble.
“Let go and come for me. Come for my fingers, so I can lick them clean. Come for me and be mine.”
I rub her clit faster, my thumb stroking her ass again and again as I feel her start to tremble and shake, her breath coming ragged and haltingly.
“Come for me, little Cat,” I hiss right into her ear, my breath teasing her neck as my lips tease across her earlobe. “Come for my fingers like a naughty little princess.”
She breaks like lightening across the skin.
Her entire body arches, the cry of pleasure erupting from her lips in sweet, sweet agony as she comes for me. I growl, and my fingers just keep on moving and teasing her as I feel her little cunt tighten and clench, and feel her honey flowing all over my fingers until it’s dripping from my skin.
When she finally takes a breath, she moans so sweetly—panting and trembling against me as I slowly ease her slit with my fingers. I drag them lazily up and down her lips and her thighs, brushing back and letting a finger tease over her ass before she trembles and moans, turning her head and pulling me down as our lips go crashing together.
Slowly, still kissing me, she slides off my lap onto the bed. Her small hand moves to my thigh, and when she pushes higher, up over my tartan, she gasps sharply as she feels my thick, throbbing bulge tenting my kilt.
“My lord—”
“That is all from you,” I groan, my hand still between her thighs.
“I—me?” she whispers.
“Of course, you.
She bites her lip, looking up at me with that one hand still resting to the side of my bulge.
“From spanking me?” She blushes crimson the second she says it, but when I lean down, cup her chin, and sear my lips to hers, she moans as she melts eagerly against me. I kiss her slow and deeply, letting her feel my need for her.
“From all of you,” I growl. “Ever since I laid eyes on you, little Cat.”
She blushes again, our eyes locked as her little tongue darts out to wet her lips.
“My lord, there must be a hundred girls who—”
“And none of them are you.”
I kiss her fiercely, and when she moans into my mouth, I know we’re just getting started.
Chapter 5
Catriona
I ran before because I was scared. Not of Callum, but of what the feelings and desires he brings out in me mean. I was scared of the power I felt roaring through me the times he’d been close to me before. And when he’d kissed me, back at Una and Hamish’s wedding?
…It’d been like getting struck by lightning in a storm. And the idea of being electrified again put me into fight or flight mode. Obviously, I’d picked “flight.” I’d run from the unknown. But I’d also run from the known that scared the hell out of me. That “flight” instinct had wavered when he’d come crashing through the door downstairs. It’d started to crumble when he kissed me. And now? After putting his hands on me, and touching me where no man ever has, and making me feel things I’ve only dared to brush the surface of, alone late at night in my bed?
Well after that, the notion to flee, or run has come crashing down to crumble at my feet. And when he kisses me so fiercely, and so possessively, and so hard that I can feel it in my toes, I know beyond any doubt.
…I know there’s no running. Not from him, and not from the feelings he brings blazing out of me.
Lying here with my dress around my hips and my underskirt yanked down to my knees so wantonly, there’s a fire roaring inside of me, and I know there’s no putting it out. And so, I kiss him back with everything I have, still trembling from the pleasure he’s dragged out of me with his wicked fingers.
He growls into my lips, kissing me possessively and fiercely as I lose myself in him. His fingers stroke my bare, slippery lips from behind, making me gasp in pleasure. He rolls my clit again, and when I moan, my hand slides over his lap.
…And I feel it.
I’d felt him before, when I was across his knees. I’d felt that thickness pressing into my tummy, sending shivers through my body. But suddenly, lying there, I’m fully aware of just how big that thickness is. My eyes go wide, and my jaw drops as I take in the huge bulge obscenely tenting the front of his kilt. My hand pauses, trembling as it barely touches it, and my breath catches as I watch it twitch beneath his tartan.