Page 15 of Highlander’s Burning Touch

Deva answered him with her lips. Suddenly pressed together, she brought her mouth to his, caressing him gently behind the head and bringing her hand down to his shoulder.

Slowly they kissed, the sensations exploding on her skin every time he pressed in deeper. Deva felt her heart beating faster as she leaned into his firm embrace.

There was nothing half-hearted about this young man, and Niven grabbed her with a certainty that thrilled and unnerved her. The passion between them burned as he held her, an imprint of his kiss still tingling on her lips.

Briefly, he pulled away, just, it seemed, to stare at her more deeply. The trace of his caress tingled from his hand to her pert bosoms, which energized at his touch. There, her nipples rounded and blushed a deeper shade of pink.

Curiously, his hand brushed past them, jolting her into the air. The pleasure was so intense she gave a yelp.

Then, his eyes followed hers and pressed in very deeply. Niven leaned into her kiss, but this time slowly, savoring every drop.

Every kiss took the air from her chest and stopped her heart with its sheer intensity. Everything that had been building in the air between them was set free.

She leaned into him, kissing him furiously and losing herself in the texture of his lips. She had waited so long for this it hurt. But smiling, Niven appeared calm. He cajoled her breasts, his face curious and earnest at the same time.

Then, slowly, he brought his fingers down, again, across her firm breasts. Squeezing them gently, he looked to her for approval.

“Does that please ye, Miss?” Niven said, his eyes opening wide in faux innocence. But the look spreading across his face told her that he knew very well that it did.

“Wheesht!” she murmured, dismissing him with a bat of the hand. She made to tap him lightly on the side of the head, but he caught her there, mid-air; the pair of them faltering face to face.

Momentarily, he had stopped from worshiping her to stand and gaze. His amber-brown eyes hollowing her out with his stare.

“I need to ken,” he said in somber tones. When she looked, Deva could not tell whether he was serious. The look he was sending her was hard to unpick.

“Wh-what?” she asked, more dazed than anything. Inside, her heart quickened. Had she got it wrong and misjudged him?

“I need to ken how much ye want this,” he said, bringing his warm eyes closer still and then taking her hand. He placed it on her bosom, pumping with every beat.

“I—I,” for a moment, Deva was lost. Unsure of his meaning. Then, as her mind danced with worry, his lips twisted, and he grinned. He was teasing.

“Oh!” exploded Deva, pushing him lightly, “Ye wee…”

She didn’t finish that sentence as the next thing she had was his face buried in deep into her chest, nuzzling and ribbing her with abandon.

“Oh,” Deva moaned, unable to keep a lid on her feelings, as he used his talented fingers to encircle her.

They were still fully clothed, but as Niven’s fingers slid through her curves, she might as well have been naked. And the way he looked at her made her feel like she already was. The power in his eyes made her helpless before him, and Deva felt something she had never known.

Melting.

Because inside, it was as if they were already intimate, a searing pleasure stinging her deep. She was moist, with little twitches of sugar rushing all through her.

She wanted this.

Then he did it. He tore at her stays, plunging her naked chest into the cold autumn air. Deva gasped but did not stop him. It was cold, but inside she was heating up.

Her eyes opened up wide, glancing at him with surprise, but Niven just laughed, concentrating intently on her pale bosoms.

“Bonny,” was his only comment, as he continued to loosen her stays, this time languorously drawing the lacing out, bit by bit, and almost teasing her with his touch.

She had to have him, and now. But that was insane, wasn’t it? Deva marveled at how she had been made to feel like this.

All the time, Niven was working hard on her breast, spinning his fingers curiously around her rosebud nipples and firming them up.

“Braw,” he murmured, as they hardened pink under his sheer touch.

The wind chafed Deva’s skin, but Niven just brought his face closer, covering her pinkened mammaries. And this time, he did more than just caress. He leaned in, kissing them gently, his tongue teasing her wickedly until she could barely take any more.