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Her breath shallow and ragged, Rosalind raised her head and looked at him, cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with something like amazement on her face. Still gripping his hair, she pulled him up and kissed him hard. Ellair reached down and spread her legs, nestling the tip of his staff between her slick, warm folds. And as he pressed his mouth firmly against her, shoving his tongue past his teeth, he rolled his hips and plunged himself into her velvety depths.
She gasped, her eyes widening as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her. Rosalind locked her ankles behind his back and grabbed hold of his shoulders as he leaned forward, bracing himself on his hands above her and started to thrust his hips. Their bodies intertwined, they rolled together in a sinuous, sensual rhythm as he drove himself into her. Their eyes were fixed on each other as Ellair pumped his staff deep into her sex.
Rosalind’s fingernails dug deep into his shoulders making him wince as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her moans of pleasure were long and trembling. As their bodies clapped together in a sensual rhythm, Ellair felt the pressure building inside of him. His groans blended with hers, filling the room around them with the sound of their erotic music.
His skin tingled, warming from the inside and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer. His staff was so snug inside of her, sliding along the slippery walls of her sex, he never wanted it to end. He wanted to relish the moment as long as hecould. But when he saw Rosalind’s face, watched her eyes widen and her mouth fall open as another climax crashed down over her, he knew the cause was lost.
He felt her sex squeezing him tight, pulsing around his girth. The fit was tighter than a fist and with Rosalind’s cries of ecstasy ringing in his ears he grunted and thrust himself into her one last time. Ellair threw his head back as he reached the pinnacle and felt weightless as he erupted. He shook wildly as he pumped his warm, thick seed into her and together, they rode the currents of their shared climax.
Ellair hovered above her, gazing into the depths of her eyes, losing himself within them. She stared back at him, the moment heavy with the weight of their unsaid words. She leaned up and gave him a kiss, the moment between them growing thicker with charged emotion. He yearned to tell her how he felt. To share his heart with her. But as if she sensed the words forming in his chest, she shook her head and wriggled out from beneath him.
“I have tae go,” she said, ending the moment.
As he watched her dress and walk out of his room, Ellair sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, the weight of those still unsaid words so heavy, he thought he might be crushed beneath them.
CHAPTER 33
After spending time with Ellair, Rosalind decided to retreat to her room to clean herself up and get herself ready for the task ahead of her. Her skin still tingled, and she couldn’t seem to wipe the smile from her lips as memories of being with Ellair drifted through her mind. She had no idea what was ahead of her. She didn’t know if she was going to survive the coming fight. But she was glad that, if nothing else, she gave herself one last memory that set her heart ablaze.
She paused and stared at her reflection in the looking glass. She raised a hand and pressed her fingertips to her lips, still feeling them tingling from his kiss. The memories of having him inside of her, one final time, sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Her mind though, threw a bucket of icy cold water over her thoughts, forcing her to recall the reason it was her last time with him, reminding her of his deception and betrayal.
The smile slipped from her lips and the tingles in her body faded, replaced by a cold chill that swept through her, taking all the pleasurable memories with it. Rosalind turned away fromthe looking glass and picked up her saddlebag, slinging it over her shoulder and checking one more time to make sure she had everything she needed and nodded to herself.
“All right, lass,” she whispered to herself. “’Tis time.”
Through the wall, she heard Ciar snoring loudly in the room next to hers and smiled wanly. If this all went bad, she would miss him the most. He had stuck by her side through the good times and the bad. He had watched her back and kept her safe for many years. But this was one time she couldn’t have him by her side. She needed him to keep up appearances with Laird Gunn. Needed Ciar to have her back by holding the fancy folk, as he called them, to their word. If this all went bad, she was going to need him to lead the laird’s men into Sinclair’s stronghold himself.
“Goodbye old friend,” she whispered. “May we see each other again soon, be it in this world or the next one.”
Rosalind slipped out of her room and gently closed the door behind her. Moving swiftly and quietly, she padded through the inn and down the stairs, taking care to keep from waking anybody. She passed through the common room. Two men sat near the fireplace, holding onto their cups as if their lives depended on it, engaged in a quiet conversation. They didn’t even look up as she flitted through and out the front door.
Rosalind made her way to the stable, where her horse was bedded down. The stable boy was long gone for the night. She walked into the darkened interior of the stable and found anoil lamp sitting on a barrel beside the door. Rosalind fumbled for something to light it with and cursing under her breath, she finally managed to get the wick lit.
The dim glow dispelled the shadows around her as she made her way toward the rear of the stable where her horse was kept. She turned the corner and stopped short, her heart jumping straight into her throat. She quickly gathered herself and tucked a thick lock of her chestnut-colored hair behind her ear, managing an indignant expression.
“What in the bleedin’ hell are ye daein’ here?” she asked.
Ellair casually sat in a chair in front of her horse’s pen, boots up on the railing. “I’m nae lettin’ ye go tae Sinclair’s stronghold?—”
“Ye’re nae goin’ tae stop me,” she hissed.
“I’m nae tryin’ tae stop ye?—”
“I’m goin’,” she spat.
“I understand I cannae stop ye. ‘Tis why I’m comin’ with ye.”
“’Tis nae yer choice?—”
She bit off her words and blinked as she stared at him, his words bouncing around in her head. She’d heard him but wasn’t sure she’d understood him.
“I’m comin’ with ye,” he repeated as she continued staring at him blankly.
She shook her head, trying to gather her wits. “’Tis me choice tae go. Alone.”
“’Tis nae yer choice where I go or dinnae go either,” he said. “Ye try tae leave me behind, I’ll just follow ye. So, ye might as well accept the fact that I’m comin’ with ye.”
His gaze was direct, piercing, and his tone was firm and brooked no argument. She had no doubt he would follow her if she tried to leave him behind.
