Her Highland Master (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 1) Read Free Page B

nudged his bedroom door open, strode past his bed, and deposited her quivering form on a padded leather chair in the corner. He stripped out of his clothes efficiently and then unwrapped the blankets. As the layers were removed, he uncovered a stunning woman as he peeled the wet clothing from her body. She was lithe and supple in all the right places. High pert breasts—the creamy skin would overflow in his hands—wide curvy hips, all contrasted with her tiny form. He didn't miss her pointy pink nipples, or the fact that her sex was denuded of hair. Scooping her up again, Declan deposited her into his bed. He slid in next to her, and settled himself with his back against the headboard before pulling her into his arms. He yanked the covers up around them and used his body heat to warm her body as it convulsed. He pulled her close until he was almost spooning her petite body in his upright position, sharing his body heat with her.
    "What is going on?" Her voice sputtered as his hands rested beside her generous breasts.
    "You're suffering from possible mild hypothermia. I'm sharing body heat with you until you are sufficiently warm and out of any danger. Relax, lass, no harm will come to you."
    She made no move away from him as her body trembles decreased and the chill left her slight form. She really was a pleasant armful. He held her as her shivers ceased. Her body was all warm curves, and he felt himself respond at the feel of her lush ass pressed so near his cock; so much so that his dick twitched. The heavy globes of her breasts were smooshed against his arms, and she fit snugly against him. His little damsel in distress was tempting, to say the least.
    She shifted from where he had her nuzzled against his chest and peered over her shoulder at him. Her cheeks flushed pink as she studied him, making him wonder what was happening in that brain of hers as she assessed the situation. Her face reminded him of the old Hollywood beauties, with big, mesmerizing hazel eyes that stared at him with an innocent desire filling their depths. She seemed surprised by her response to him, her pupils dilating. His Dom nature, the natural protective instinct roared to the forefront, needing to shield the unschooled miss, even from himself if need be. The little lass needed gentle care and possibly a doctor, not his lust, which she had awakened unknowingly with her trusting stare.
    But, Christ, when was the last time he had held a woman who didn't even realize that she was feeling arousal? Declan knew women. He knew how to make them scream and beg for release. He knew how to dominate, and discover exactly what made a certain woman go over the edge of passion. He enjoyed pushing them past their boundaries and many thanked him afterwards, trying to claim a permanent spot as his sub. Yet he wasn't sure he'd ever had a woman—in his social circle or the club, most of whom were skilled enough courtesans—look like she wanted to take a bite out of him, her gaze trained on his mouth.
    Her lips looked dewy soft, tempting him. He wondered how sweet she would taste. Never let it be said that he wasn't a gentleman, but her unrestrained heat, combined with innocence, was stirring him in ways he had not experienced for some time. An obliging man, when she licked her plump lips in invitation, he couldn't help but accommodate, sating his sudden urgent need to taste her.
    He captured her lips, a gentle pressing, his tongue seeking entry as it traced her delectable mouth. At her startled gasp he plunged inside, opening her lips further with his tongue until their breath mingled. And then he seized possession of her mouth, which tasted of rich, sweet honey. Wanting more, his hands grasped her head as he took the kiss deeper. Taking long, deep gulps, he drank her surprised groans, feeling the pebbled hardness of her nipples pressed against his arms.
    At the knock on his door, her body went from the most open and responsive woman of his acquaintance to stiffer