Page 74 of Highlander the Conqueror

Sky held her tongue as well, as he hurried her to the keep and into the Great Hall.

Servants froze and stared at him, fear filling their eyes and Sky understood why. Slayer’s anger was on display for all to see.

“STAY!” Slayer shouted when Fane stood to approach him from where he had been sleeping by the fire, Angel halting along with him to scurry under the hound’s front legs in fright.

Slayer continued to the stairs, the servants not moving or flinching, but following him with their eyes.

Sky stumbled when Slayer shoved her into the bedchamber but did not close the door. “Never. Ever. Challenge me like that again. You will remain here until I say otherwise.” He turned to leave.

She could not let him go. She had to keep him there. She had to help him release his anger. “Are you too cowardly to remain here and talk with me?”

He turned back, his nostrils flaring. “You have pushed me far enough, woman.”

“And what has your anger done to me? You barely talk with me, barely touch me, barely couple with me.” She went to him, and he backed away from her. “I miss you.”

He fisted his hands as if fighting to keep control of them. “Trust me. You don’t want me touching you right now.” He went to leave the room again.

“I love the Gallowglass warrior in you as much as the man I came to know at the cottage.”

Slayer fought the urge to turn around, grab his wife, and plunge his stiff manhood into her, make her scream in pleasure and fill her with his seed until it flowed out of her. But it was such an overpowering need that he feared he would hurt her as he had done that time in the rainstorm when he made her lip bleed and took her against the tree with the rain pouring down on them. The memory further ignited his already fiery passion as did her words of love and if he did not leave the room soon, he worried what he might do.

Sky took advantage of his silence and slipped out of her garments and shoes to stand naked. “I love you, Slayer, and I need you.”

He turned to warn her, and seeing his wife naked, a low growl started in his chest. His hands were eager to touch her, and his manhood ached to plunge into her.

He let loose a growl that shivered Sky and she wanted to scream at him to come back when he walked out of the room and slammed the door shut. Her heart hurt, for him and for herself. How was she ever going to get through to the Gallowglass warrior inside him?

Sky jumped when something pounded at the door so hard that she heard it crack. Then the door flew open, and her husband stood there, his one fist scrapped and dotted with blood. He stared at her, fire in his eyes, then suddenly slammed the door shut.

“Tell me to stop, Sky,” he warned as he slipped out of his boots then began to yank his garments off. “Tell me now before it is too late.”

All Sky could do was stare at him, the hearth’s flickering light highlighting the sheen of sweat on him and the small smudge of dirt on his brow. And his muscles where so taut from fighting that the veins in his arms were visible. But it was his manhood rock-hard that made her take a much-needed breath.

“Too late,” he said as he descended on her and grabbed her around the waist to lift her off her feet and fling her down on the bed, although he did not drop down with her. He quickly flipped her over to lay on her stomach. “On your hands and knees. It is time to do penance.”

“I trust you,” she said, reminding him and herself.

He leaned down and whispered, “You might want to think twice about that.”

“I don’t have to think twice,” she said and gasped as her body swelled with passion when she felt his teeth sink with gentle force into the back of her neck, sending gooseflesh rushing over her.

“Mine. Always mine,” he said, slipping his hands beneath her to squeeze her breasts and tease her nipples before he positioned himself behind her.

He reminded her of that often or was he confirming it to himself repeatedly to understand what it was he was feeling for her?

She sighed with pleasure, feeling his shaft poking between her legs as he caressed her backside slowly and firmly. Then he suddenly grabbed tight hold of each cheek and entered her with such a hard and fast plunge that she gasped loudly not in discomfort but delight. It felt so very good. He needed this and so did she. He needed to know that her love for him, all of him, was unconditional.

Slayer lost himself in the strong rhythm he set and in the intoxicating melody of his wife’s moans of pleasure. This was where he wanted to be, what he ached to feel, ached to get lost in, ached to share with his wife. With every thrust his pleasure grew and he could feel it overpowering his anger, forcing it to retreat, only allowing pleasure to prevail.

He had been so lost in overwhelming pleasure that he had not realized his wife had been close to release until she screamed out his name. But he was not ready yet. He wanted more. When he felt her begin to go limp beneath him, he pulled out of her and with one arm around her waist flipped her onto her back and entered her quickly, driving into her to ignite her passion all over again.

Sky gasped and grabbed her husband’s arms, needing to hold on to him, the renewed passion that hit her overwhelming her.

He leaned down over her, his arms taut on either side of her to hover slightly above her as he drove in and out of her.

“Mine. Tell me you’re mine,” he ordered, slipping closer to the edge with each thrust.

“I will always be yours,” she confirmed and stretched her head up to kiss him.

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