Page 75 of The Mad Highlander
“This is only the start,” he replied.
He held himself inside her, moving down to kiss her. He pulled back and gazed into her eyes again, holding her look as if the fate of the entire castle depended on it.
“Mmm,” Iris moaned again when he gently drew out of her.
A warmth ran through her core, but ice ran through her veins, each feeling bringing ecstasy in different ways.
Cayden let out a growl as he began to rock back and forth, shifting his rigid member slightly each time.
“Oh!” Iris bit her bottom lip, willing her eyes to stay open and gaze upon him. “Oh, aye, Cayden!”
The rocking of the Laird’s hips hastened. Iris whimpered and used all her energy to keep her body still beneath him. She wanted to buck like a young stag in a spring meadow. It took too much energy, and she clamped her eyes shut and reached her hands out to grab the cotton sheet. She took fistfuls as she opened her mouth wide to let out a low moan from deep within her body.
“Aye, dinnae stop!” she begged. “Give me more, Cayden!”
“Tell me that ye like it!”
“Too much!” Iris shouted. “I like it too much, Cayden. Give me more. Please, give me more.”
“Like this?” Cayden thrust into her deeply, slapping against her.
Iris could not open her eyes, but she could feel the Laird gazing down upon her, seeing her for who she truly was.
Her body became lost as Cayden penetrated again and again and again with his thick sword. Her legs stiffened first, thrusting out toward the foot of the bed, and then her arms, folds of bedsheets still in her fists. Her back arched, and her body bucked upward.Iris managed to hold her body off the bed as Cayden continued to slide into her.
A moment of serenity before her body writhed, and the steel stiffness in her limbs turned to jelly. She wobbled and convulsed beneath him, moaning out in pleasure.
Iris opened her eyes to see the Laird tighten his features and let out a growl like a wild animal. His lips twisted into a snarl, and then he opened his mouth wide in release.
Wave after wave of pleasure racked her body, and a new warmth filled her from inside as the Laird succumbed to his orgasm.
A few final thrusts, and Cayden lowered himself down onto Iris like a warm blanket.
“I… I dinnae ken what to say,” Iris admitted. “Was I… fine?”
“Ye were magnificent, me dear.”
“Can we… I mean, we have until sunrise, dinnae we?” Iris whispered.
“Aye, we do,” Cayden admitted. “We have enough time to be together again.”
“I’m scared.” Iris let go of the bedsheets and gently laid her hands on Cayden’s back.
“Aye, I ken. Dinnae think of that; think only of me, all right? There is nothin’ else right now except for us.”
Iris burrowed her face into the Laird’s neck and tried to think only of him.
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Iris felt the door close behind her. She watched as Margot took a large key from the pocket on the front of her dress and inserted it into the lock. She turned it with a click—the door would present a last line of defense, but it would only give them seconds once found.
Iris’ hand moved toward the small dirk the Laird had made her accept. It was tethered to her by a thin leather strap around her waist. She touched the sheath. It was one thing to play with a dirk and pretend to defend yourself, but it was another entirely to use it to fight an enemy soldier.
Margot turned to face the women and children in the large room with a tight smile on her face.
“Aye, it is done. All we can do now is pray for the men above,” she said.
Iris knew it was supposed to be a motivational message, but it felt like a funeral reading. Margot tried to look at everyone in turn, offering small nods to those who had congregated in the bowels of the castle, but there were far too many to reach them all with comfort.
