Page 67 of The Highlander's Dangerous Bride

“Aye, ye’re a hot wee thing. In fact, I’m getting almost overheated. I may have tae take somethin’ off,” he said with mock seriousness.

Raven giggled, getting into the spirit of the game, feeling the little fire of desire igniting in her belly as she always did when he was near. “Oh? Like what?”

“Like yer clothes?”

“Arne!” She giggled again and tickled his ribs, setting him wriggling and laughing.

“Oh, so ’tis like that, is it?” he said, tickling her back. She squealed and tickled him some more, her hands traveling all over her chest and back, the memories of their recent ordeal being fading from her mind. He retaliated, and they squirmed and wriggled beneath the blanket, trying to escape each other’s prying fingers, while at the same time drawing even closer. The blanket fell away. Raven ended up on her back, with Arne half on top of her, both of them panting from their tickling fight.

“Ow! Mind me head, it hurts,” she muttered through her laughter, winding her arms about his neck and entwining in his short, blond hair, loving the softness of it. She gazed up at him as he hung poised above her, thinking how gorgeous he was.

“Dinnae worry,” he told her, “I have just the thing tae take yer mind off it.” His mouth came down on hers in a hot, passionate kiss, his tongue forcing its way between her lips and roving about her mouth.

She moaned, kissing him back with equal fervor and pulling him down to her by the shoulders. The kiss intensified, and they began pulling at each other’s clothes with a shared sense of urgency. Arne pulled down the top of her gown and freed her breasts, nuzzling and nibbling at them hungrily, teasing her nipples until they stood out stiff and proud.

Even as she gasped in pleasure and excitement from his tantalizing ministrations, Raven was pushing his coat down his shoulders to get it off him. He paused to shrug it off before he carried on caressing and teasing her breasts, letting out occasional grunts of satisfaction. Only when she frantically tore his shirt from his waistband, did his lips briefly leave her as he lifted his arms so she could pull it off over his head.

“Och, Arne, ye’re so handsome,” she breathed, arching her back for more as his mouth returned to tease her breasts, happily running her fingers though the soft, blond, curling hairs covering his chest, sliding her palms over every part of his huge, muscular torso, its tracery of scars and tattoos filling her with lust.

“That’s kind of ye tae say,” he whispered back hoarsely, grazing her nipples with his teeth, while sliding his hands beneath her skirts and up her legs, sending thrills racing up and down her body. “But I think ye must be mistaken, fer ’tis ye who’s the beautiful one around here.”

“Well, I think ye’re gorgeous,” she told him, feeling cheeky as she slid her hands down inside his waistband and clutched his buttocks.

“Mmm, nae as gorgeous as ye,” he breathed, his fingers parting her thighs and starting to stroke her there, making her squeal and open her legs wider, eager for this touch. “And I can prove it.”

“Oh? How?” she asked laughingly, thinking she knew what he meant. He ground his hips against her belly, so she could feel his already huge erection pressing into her.

“Oh, goodness, that is very large. D’ye need hand with that?” she slipped her hands around to the front of his trews and taking his length firmly in hand. He groaned and thrust his fingers inside her. She arched her back and let out a small scream.

“Och, aye, that’s very nice,” he murmured thickly, lifting himself up slightly so Raven could free one hand to undo his trews. She held his growing length firmly in one hand, while with the other she undid the fastenings and pushed the trews down over his hips. She was caught up in a frenzy of growing excitement at the feel of his strength and power, and the way his fingers were delving in and out of her.

“Ah, ah!” she moaned as his thumb toyed with her bud, driving her wild with lust yet trying not to completely loose her focus on pleasuring him too. She pumped his shaft, savoring the way it grew in her hands.

Their need for each other was now so urgent that without any other communication but their bodies, they each adjusted their positions. Arne slid down, his tongue trailing hot fire as he buried his face between her legs, making her scream as it flickered in and out of her, his lips and teeth grazing her bud and plundering her already slick folds.

In an impassioned response, Raven gripped his shaft and put her lips to it, teasing him with tiny kisses, running the tip of her tongue from top to bottom, relishing Arne’s groans. She cupped his balls in her other hand and stroked them, caressing them with her lips and tongue mouth before taking his whole length into her mouth and sucking on him as she pumped her hand up and down rhythmically.

Cries, moans, and deep groans echoed around the cave as they continued their sexual odyssey, completely lost in their own world of pleasure.

Driven to the edge of ecstasy by what Arne was doing to her, Raven felt the familiar waves of heat starting to build and rise up her body from her red-hot core.

“I’m comin’, Arne, I’m comin,” she cried, thrusting her hips against his questing mouth and fingers as the shuddering ecstasy of her climax swept over her.

Arne moved fast, his length slipping from her mouth as he switched position, his breaths ragged and heavy as he poised himself above her and thrust into her, his excitement also reaching its peak and he moved in and out, in and out, while Raven bucked against him.

“Ah, Arne that’s soo…!” she cried and clutched at his shoulders as they rocked together, oblivious to all but each other, and soon reached the pinnacle of their shared ecstasy.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Raven picked a bit of straw out of her mouth and asked Arne, “How much further now, d’ye think?” They were riding in the back of a farm wagon loaded with sacks of grain, but straw from previous loads seemed to be everywhere, in their hair, clothes, and mouths.

“The farmer reckons we should get tae Clanach in the early evening. How far is it from there tae yer braither’s castle?” Arne asked in reply.

“Only about five miles,” she told him.

“Good, then we can make that on foot in under two hours. With luck, ye’ll be reunited with yer braithers before dinner time,” Arne said as they were jolted along the uneven track.

Raven was thrilled. “The thought of bein’ just a few hours away from seein’ Everard and Maxell again after so long is amazin’,” she murmured, unable to stop smiling despite her travel weariness and longing for a hot bath. “All that’s happened will be worth it tae see their faces again.”

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