Page 48 of Rescued By the Highland Warrior
“Aye, there was a moment of pain, but it is gone” she said, her hot breath tingling his ear “I want ye.”
“Ye’re so bonnie,” he murmured, bringing his hands to the sides of her ass.
As Roderick pumped, his movements grew more deliberate yet urgent, thrusting deep inside Moira as she let out a lustful moan. Her voice vibrated across the walls—a cry that had Roderick tightening his fists at the top of the bed.
“Roderick,” she breathed, her voice trembling as her legs tightened around him, pulling him even closer. The warmth of her embrace, the way her body responded to his every motion, threatened to unravel him completely.
“Ye tak’ me so well,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. His hands digging into her hips, gripping her firmly as he shifted his angle slightly, and she let out a sharp gasp.
Roderick could tell that she was close again as her head shifted upward against the pillow, her face twisted with so much pleasure it almost looked as though she was in pain.
“Moira,” he murmured, kissing her neck gently. As he took in her sweet scent and the feel of her softness tight around him he looked down at her, deeply into his eyes, as his primal instincts took over. He grabbed her thighs and plunged himself even deeper into her, his large, chiseled body taking full control.
She looked up at him, her mouth wide with pleasure and for a moment she went still, on the verge of release.
“Let go, lass,” he urged, his voice barely above a whisper, rough with restraint. “Give it all tae me.”
He pressed into her harder, and she let out a cry as her body obeyed his command. She trembled violently as her release claimed her, and Roderick opened his mouth too—the sight of her surrender, the feel of her pulsating around him, sending him over the edge.
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, a guttural groan tearing from the back of his throat as he found his own release.
Their cries intermingled, intimately twisted in the air around them as Roderick came down to meet her. He kissed her first, softly on the cheek and then lingering on her lips while he tried his best to catch his breath.
Settling down beside her, he marveled at her beauty—for her eyes had fluttered shut and it appeared as though she was in a deep sleep. He took in the softness of her curves, the petiteness yet fullness of her body.
She was perfect. As he stretched his large arm across the pillow, she silently nestled into him, so that her head was resting right by his chest. They lay tangled together for a moment, the room in silence aside from the rattling storm and their heavy breaths.
To Roderick it felt as though they were in a state between consciousness and sleep, separated from the reality that faced them, at least for a little while.
He watched the droplets of rain that bounced off the small window in the darkness of the night. It was peaceful, his body in a state of perfect release, as he played with Moira’s fine hair with his fingers.
“I’ll have ye ken,” Moira said, life returning to her, “that this wasnae planned.”
Roderick chuckled, his fingers grazing the side of her cheek. “What dae ye mean, Moira?”
“I mean I didnae tak’ ye here tae seduce ye or anythin’ o’ the sort,” she said. “Just in case ye thought it was.”
Roderick smiled, looking down at Moira, whose face was now both pointed and serious. Her guard was up again, but only as much as was possible for someone unclothed and nestled beneath his arm.
Roderick shook his head, charmed by how she sought to retain her pride.
“Ye seduced me from the moment I met ye,” Roderick said, amused by the shift in her expression as she tried to pretend that she wasn’t affected by what he just said.
“Ye’re lyin’,” she said.
“Och, am I, an’ how would ye ken?” He smiled, his fingers idly tracing patterns along her arm.
Moira narrowed her eyes, her lips pressing into a defiant line as though she was about to launch into a retort. But the way her cheeks flushed and her gaze flickered downward betrayed her.
“Because,” she began, her voice faltering just enough for Roderick to notice, “because ye cannae be seduced so easily, surely.”
“Easily?” He raised a brow, his grin widening. “Lass, ye underestimate the power ye wield. Ye didnae even have tae try.”
Her eyes darted back to his, and for a moment, the steeliness in her expression softened.
“Ye’re full o’ charm arenae ye, Roderick?” She smiled “An’ perhaps lookin’ back on it, it is ye who seduced me– wi’ that gentle kiss of yers”
“I thought ye’d stay in that armchair all night, watchin’ me as though I were a puzzle ye couldnae quite solve,” he said. “Ye didnae even blink when I spoke tae ye, just sittin’ there like some brooding Highland statue.”
