Page 65 of Craved By a Highland Beast

Bonnie couldn’t help but laugh, too, pushing Evan playfully away. He was quick to move close again, nosing at her jaw and neck, his hands trailing a path down her curves until they came to rest on her rear, fingers digging roughly into her flesh. Then, he gathered the fabric of her dress, pulling it up, up, until he could slip his hand underneath, fingers searching for her molten core.

When they brushed against her, Evan swallowed the gasp Bonnie let out as they kissed. Every first touch was like the very first time, sending the same sweet thrill down Bonnie’s spine as when Evan had first touched her, and this was no different. She couldn’t help but shiver when Evan caressed her folds, his touch light and teasing before it turned more insistent, one of those devious fingers slipping inside her with no resistance.

“Come,” Evan said, mumbling against her lips. “Let me hear ye.”

Bonnie moaned as Evan crooked his finger, brushing up against a sensitive spot inside her that had her seeing stars behind her closed lids. With trembling fingers, she undid her dress as much as she could, pushing the collar down to bare her breasts just to see the wild look in Evan’s eyes as he stared at her curves. Hislips found the crook of her neck, the kisses he pressed there on her soft skin driving Bonnie wild with lust.

One hand curled around the back of Evan’s head, threading through his hair as the other reached for him, slipping under his kilt to stroke his manhood. Bonnie thought she would never get used to this, this feeling of closeness, of oneness, the likes of which she had never experienced before. But now she had her whole life ahead of her with Evan by her side, and she would never have to be without this feeling.

“I wish tae be inside ye,” Evan said, voice a hushed whisper, his tongue dragging over her neck, her collarbone, leaving behind a trail of heat. “Please . . . I cannae take this any longer.”

Nodding in agreement, Bonnie shifted her hips, moving even closer to him. The loss of his fingers was regrettable for only a moment before Bonnie guided his length to her opening, her arousal already so great that she could easily sink down, taking him all the way to the hilt.

Their lips met again in a feverish kiss. Their movements were syrupy slow, bodies writhing together in a slow rhythm as Evan’s arms caged Bonnie between them, both of them clinging to each other desperately. Every thrust of their hips pushed Evan deeper and deeper, filling Bonnie to the brim, stretching her walls in a way that sent shivers down her body. When Evan tilted his hips just right, groin meeting her sensitive spot with every thrust, Bonnie threw her head back in pleasure, a shuddering moan escaping her.

It was as though flames licked her skin, leaving her overheated and desperate under the morning sun. There was nothing around them but the sound of their coupling and their broken moans, the whispered promises they exchanged between them.

Bonnie looked at Evan, pressing their foreheads together. He was intoxicatingly handsome under the golden light, his dark eyes shining with all the emotion that hid behind them, all the love he felt for her. Bonnie had no doubt he loved her. She had no doubt he meant every word and that from now on, she would never have to wonder.

“Inside me,” she said as she felt his manhood throb and twitch, hearing the desperate moans that tumbled past his lips. She quickened her pace, hips rolling frantically as she tried to bring them both closer to their climax, her nipples brushing against the stiff edge of her dress as her breasts bounced—a slight sting that only served to stoke her lust. “Inside me, Evan. I want tae feel ye.”

Groaning, Evan grabbed Bonnie’s hips, rolling her over onto her back before he drove relentlessly into her, making her cry out with every push of his hips. He took her hard and fast, seemingly losing all patience until they were both adrift, swimming in the depths of their pleasure, the world narrowing to the point where their bodies were joined.

Just as Evan stilled, spilling inside her, Bonnie’s orgasm shook her to the core, the pleasure so intense that everything around her went white. She held him close, soothingly whispering in hisear as he trembled where he was draped over her, chasing the last of the aftershocks with short, jerky thrusts.

Then, he collapsed on top of her with a chuckle, one that Bonnie echoed even as he pushed all the air out of her lungs.

“Yer too heavy,” she said, pushing him off—or at least trying to. Evan moved reluctantly, rolling over onto his back on the plaid and Bonnie sat up, fixing her dress as best as she could, before focusing on her hair. It was a mess, she was certain of it, but there was little she could do other than hope she wouldn’t meet too many people on her way to her chambers.

“How long can we stay here, dae ye think, afore yer council?—”

The sound of approaching footsteps cut Bonnie’s words short. There were several of them, jarringly loud in the quiet of the lake, and before she could turn around to see who it was, Evan was already jumping to his feet, grabbing his sword from where he had left it earlier by a nearby rock.

When she looked over her shoulder, breath catching in her throat, she saw a band of men approaching, their weapons already drawn.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

We are too far from the castle. They willnae hear us. They willnae see us.

They had no one to rely on but each other, but Bonnie was once again unarmed. She had not considered the possibility of a threat approaching them in the middle of the day, especially so close to the castle. She didn’t even think she would be leaving the castle in the first place, and so she had nothing but her fists with which to fight. Against half a dozen men twice her size, she didn’t stand a chance.

Before they could get too close, Evan threw himself in front of her, using his body as a shield. They had no time to flee, but Bonnie couldn’t convince herself Evan could defeat six men at once. Their odds were too bad. Any hope that still lingered quickly began to evaporate.

These must be Ruthven’s men. How have they come so close?

Had they slain Evan’s men to approach the castle? Or had they simply hid, making their way through the shadows and staying away from Evan’s patrols?

Bonnie didn’t know. All she knew was that those men were out for blood and they wouldn’t rest until they had their fill.

She watched, helpless, as Evan threw himself at the first man on his path. Their swords collided with a clang, the sound loud and jarring around them, slicing through the silence. Another man was quick to join the fight next to his fellow soldier, both of them attacking Evan at the same time.

They will kill him. They will kill him an’ there is naething I can dae about it.

“Bonnie, run!” Evan called as he ducked, avoiding the sword that threatened to slit his throat. As he stood back up, Bonnie saw something small and glinting in his left hand—a knife. A knife that he tossed to her, the blade landing close to her feet. “Run I say!”

Bonnie didn’t run. She wasn’t going to leave Evan there all alone, especially not now that she had a knife. Scrabbling to grab it, Bonnie held it tightly in her hand, ignoring the pain that shot through her arm as she moved and tightened her fist. The physical pain was nothing compared to the agony Evan’s death would bring her.

Unlike her sister, Bonnie was better with a bow than with a knife, and it didn’t take her long to spot an archer among themen, his bow neglected in favor of a knife not unlike the one she was holding. He was waiting in the fringes, wary of an approach when Evan was wielding a sword, and Bonnie rushed to him, flying through the small crowd of men, their hands shooting out to grab her only for her to slip right out of their clutches in her haste.

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