Beauty and the Beastly Highlander by Kenna Kendrick

Chapter Twenty

Those words left Etna a moaning, shivering mess against the wall. She could still taste Finley on her tongue, and she could feel him everywhere, on every inch of her skin, a hard, solid mass behind her. Pushing her hips back, she felt his manhood against her thigh, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of her.

But Finley seemed to have different ideas.

He fell onto his knees, too, tongue darting out to taste her as his hands pulled her hips even further back, spreading her legs apart. Etna let her forehead rest against the wall, her breath coming out in short bursts as she held herself up on her tiptoes, hands scrambling to find something to hold onto.

Finley was relentless, hands roaming all over her body as he pleasured her. Heat and desire pooled deep inside Etna, and she brought her hand to her mouth, biting down to stop herself from screaming.

The last thing that she wanted was for someone to hear them, and Finley was making good on his promise to do his best to make her scream.

The sensations were almost unbearable, Etna’s entire body heating up under Finley’s attentions. She pushed her hips back, chasing her pleasure, and Finley was quick to reply with a warning growl, hands flying to her hips to hold her in place.

Etna loved him like that, so eager and dominant, and she craved the way that he held her still, taking control. She couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of being held still and claimed, and in her eagerness for Finley to take her to bed, she let out a soft whine of complaint.

“Please, Finley,” she said. “Dinna tease me any longer.”

Finley stood behind her, and Etna was ready to follow him to the bed, but instead, he pressed her even harder against the wall, kissing the back of her neck.

“Tell me what ye want,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll give ye anythin’.”

“I want ye,” Etna said. “I want ye to make me yers.”

Finley groaned at that, one hand moving to her breast as the other snaked between her legs, finding that spot that had her whimpering within moments. He teased her with his fingers, two of them slipping easily in her wetness, and Etna could do little other than take everything Finley was giving her.

When Etna finally felt his manhood against her, she let her eyes slip shut, biting down on her hand in preparation for what was to come. Finley held her still as he entered her, his hips moving torturously slow and his hands digging into the flesh of her hips.

It was all that Etna wanted at that moment, to be consumed by that man, to be claimed in every way that mattered. She had never felt anything like it before, like that sense of completeness that she felt in that very moment, and she wanted to make it last, though she knew it wouldn’t be long until she would reach her climax.

Finley’s lips were a branding iron on her skin as he kissed her neck and her shoulders. It seemed to Etna as though he had made it his sole purpose to drive her crazy with his slow thrusts and his light, feathery kisses, and so she reached behind her, grabbing a firm thigh and trying to pull him closer, deeper.

Finley laughed in her ear, a sound that had her knees wobbling. “Dinna be impatient,” he said. “We have all night ahead of us.”

Etna wondered momentarily if Finley planned on making love to her all night long since it was still early in the evening, but all thoughts vanished from her head at his next thrust. It was nothing but torment, the slow, sensual roll of his hips leaving her wanting more and never getting enough.

“Ye’re so bonnie, Etna,” Finley said, the mere sound of his voice sending jolts of pleasure down her spine. Finley knew how to pleasure a woman, she thought, but she didn’t know how much pleasure she could take before it all became too much. “Look at ye . . . so verra bonnie.”

Etna tried to crane her neck, tilting her head to the side to kiss Finley, but she couldn’t reach his lips. Finley then spun her around, and Etna let out a whine of protest at the sudden loss of heat against her before Finley pressed her back up on the wall. Now that they were facing each other, Etna could see the hunger in his eyes, his gaze boring into her and leaving her feeling vulnerable.

Finley grabbed her thigh with a strong hand and made Etna wrap her leg around his hip before he entered her once more. Etna wrapped her arms around his neck, finally kissing him like she wanted to, drinking every delicious sound he made. Finley kissed her back with as much fervor and passion, and Etna melted against him, drunk with desire.

With every thrust of his hips, Finley pushed Etna higher and higher until his hands were all that was holding her against the wall, and her toes dangled right above the ground. Etna wrapped her other leg around Finley’s waist, as well, letting him in even deeper inside her, every thrust hitting a sweet spot that had her seeing stars. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes tightly, lust rippling through her.

“Na,” Finley all but growled. “Look at me, Etna. I want to see ye.”

Etna did as she was told, opening her eyes once more and looking at Finley. His gaze never left her own until he crashed their lips together, stealing another kiss from her.

Sensation after sensation exploded within Etna, and her legs began to shake where they were wrapped around Finley. She could feel the now-familiar pressure building up deep inside her, and she held onto him even tighter, clinging onto him with every ounce of strength that she had left.

With a low, wanton moan of Finley’s name, Etna reached her climax, the sensations overwhelming. She panted against him, his relentless thrusts taking her breath away and torturing her sensitive flesh in the best way, but Finley gave her no time to recover before he carried her to her bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress with Etna in his lap, his hands guiding her to move her hips.

Etna thought that there was no way she could survive their encounter. Every inch of her body responded instantly to Finley’s touch, part of her wanting more and part of her wanting to withdraw from him as her pleasure teetered on too much. But when she looked at Finley, she saw that same ravenous gaze, and it was enough to make her want more again.

Finley kissed her before lying back onto the mattress, letting Etna move as she wished. His hands found her breasts, cupping them as they swung with every roll of her hips, and Etna planted her own hands on his chest, using him as leverage to move her body.

Finley’s chest was so firm under her hands, muscles flexing under her fingers. Etna couldn’t stop looking at the expanse of his torso, at his eyes, at that small smile that spread over his lips every time he looked at her while they were joined like that, and the mere sight of it all made her chest a little tight. She wanted to look at him forever, to feel that very same pleasure of that moment forever, to have him under her and coax her name out of his lips again and again.

Unlike her, though Finley was quiet, he wasn’t silent. His soft moans and breathless sighs let her know that he was enjoying it as much as she was, and it spurred her on, making her move her hips faster. She watched as Finley threw his head back, a groan rumbling through his chest, and suddenly, she could feel the stirrings of another climax deep inside her.

How does this man do this to me? Does this feeling ever stop?

Etna hoped that the answer to her question was a negative one. She never wanted it to stop.

When she reached her zenith once more, she cried out Finley’s name before she could stop herself, her own orgasm taking her by surprise. Then, it was as though that was what Finley had been expecting. With a few more thrusts of his hips as Etna tried to regain her composure, he joined her, spilling himself inside of her with her name on his lips.

Etna panted above him for a few moments before she collapsed onto his chest, a breathless laugh escaping her. She was happy, happier than she had been in a while, and she hoped that Finley was happy, too.

Her thighs were sore from the exertion as she moved off his lap, but Etna didn’t care. If anything, the burn on her thighs in the following days would only be a reminder of what they had shared, a secret that was bound to make her blush every time she thought about it.

Finley’s hands never let her body as she moved, one of them laying possessively over her hip. He kissed her, and then he let his fingers trail up her body until his hand cupped her cheek, a thumb rubbing small circles over her skin.

“Do ye have to leave the morrow?” Etna asked, voice quiet in the silence of the room. “Are ye certain that ye’ll be alright?”

“Weel, I didna have any trouble with this,” Finley said with a small shrug and a smug smile on his face. Etna rolled her eyes at him, a hand punching him gently on the shoulder. “I’ll be fine, Etna. I promise ye. If I didna think I could do it, I wouldna do it.”

Etna knew that was a blatant lie, one that Finley only said to reassure her, but she didn’t point that out. Instead, she snuggled closer to him, content to feel the warmth of his skin.

“Will ye stay with me?” Etna asked. “Tonight?”

It was a risky thing to do, she knew since they could be found out, but that was the last thing on her mind. All she knew was that she wanted to spend every waking and sleeping moment with him, especially since she didn’t know what the following day would bring. Finley acted very confident, but he could be wounded again or worse. Etna didn’t want to miss a single moment with him.

Finley hesitated at her question, contemplating his answer for a moment before he nodded in agreement. “Aye,” he said. “I’ll stay. But I’ll have to leave verra early. I dinna wish to wake ye.”

“I dinna mind,” Etna assured him. “I just . . . I just want ye to stay.”

Etna hated how needy she sounded even to her own ears. She didn’t want Finley to think that she was clinging onto him, that she always wanted him by her side—even though that was precisely what she wanted—thinking that perhaps that would scare him off. It wasn’t so long ago, after all, that he had sworn off women for the rest of his life, and now the two of them were sleeping together.

But Finley didn’t show any signs of withdrawing from her. He didn’t seem to be scared off by her request. If anything, his arms tightened around Etna, and he scattered kiss after kiss all over her face. It made Etna giggle, the sound high and bright, and she captured his lips in a soft, languid kiss.

As intoxicating as their hurried, passionate kisses were, Etna loved those quiet moments when they could lose themselves in each other with no hurry.

It didn’t take long after that for them to fall asleep in each other’s arms. Etna slept soundly next to Finley, never letting go of him, and when she awoke, she found him already stirring.

The sun was barely peeking through the horizon, the morning light casting a faint blue glow in the room. Etna looked at Finley as he blinked his eyes open, and when he saw her, he gave her a big, happy smile.

“Good mornin’,” he said, quickly stealing a kiss.

“Good mornin’,” Etna told him, just as Finley sat up. But before he could get too far, Etna grabbed him and pulled him back down, much to Finley’s amusement.

“I told ye that I would have to leave early,” he said. “I must go, Etna. But I promise ye, it willna be long until I come back.”

With a sigh, Etna let Finley go and watched him as he began to dress. “Be careful,” she said. “That’s all I’m askin’. And come back to me.”

“Dinna fash yerself, lass,” Finley said, but Etna had heard him say that very same thing so many times that it meant nothing to her anymore. She always worried, no matter how much Finley told her not to.

When Finley was dressed, he crawled back into Etna’s bed, his body hovering over hers. Etna pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist, hoping to entice him into staying a little longer. Finley smiled against her lips, a hand moving to her thigh.

“Dinna ye have any time?” Etna asked. “At all?”

Finley groaned in response. Etna could feel his manhood harden through his trews, but still, his resolve wouldn’t crumble.

“I must go,” he said, and as he spoke, his hand moved from her thigh, slipping between her legs and teasing her opening. Etna’s legs fell open, and she pushed her hips toward him, chasing her pleasure. “But when I return, I willna let ye out of this bed for an entire day. That’s a promise.”

As fast as that hand had slipped between her legs, it disappeared. Finley hopped off the bed, grabbed his shoes, and put them on hastily before heading to the door.

“I’ll be waitin’,” Etna said. She could feel the heat of a flush over her face and her chest, Finley’s teasing frustrating her to no end. When he left the room, she let her head fall back onto the pillow with a groan, her flesh tingling where Finley had touched her.

He better be back soon. I want him again already.