Page 66 of Rescued By the Highland Warrior
With a final, decisive movement, Roderick surged forward, thrusting his blade through Lennox’s chest.
The old man’s mouth widened in shock, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he collapsed to his knees.
He coughed, a spurt of blood splattering onto the stone floor— before faltering to the ground.
Roderick grimaced, releasing his bloody sword.
“Ye chose yer fate,” he muttered as he stood over the traitor’s body.
Malcom walked over to him from the other side of the room. “I kenned naething of the attack on me lady, nor would I ever have helped that man if I had kenned what he did tae yer faither lad, ye must believe me, me laird” Malcolm’s said, his voice pained. “Fergive me fer what I did, if ye will,”, he whispered from behind him.
“Aye,” Roderick said without turning to face him. “It’s done.”
As they rode back to the castle, Roderick’s thoughts shifted from feelings of resolution to the words his mother had recently spoken. He had to move forward, he had to find his joy.
Moira.
Moira was his joy, and in that moment, finally free after having avenged his father, all he cared about was being with her.
His heart ached with his need.
As soon as they returned to the castle, Roderick called out hurried orders to his men before excusing himself.
He rushed upstairs to his chambers, where Moira was waiting, and she stood up to meet him, concern etched across her face.
“Roderick,” she called breathlessly. “What happened?”
He rushed toward her, taking her face into his hands and claiming her lips with a kiss so tender with need that Roderick felt as though his heart may burst out of his chest.
“I love ye,” he said, releasing from their kiss and studying her face. “I’m in love with ye Moira, I need ye tae stay.”
“But Roderick,” she said sadly, “as much as I want tae, I have given me word tae serve the Triad fer at least five more years.”
“Can ye nae get out o’ yer promise?”
“I’ve never heard o’ that, nae,” she said, sadly looking down to the floor as her face remained cupped between his hands.
“But I can just keep doin’ missions,” she said with a renewed energy. “An’ I can return tae ye after each one. It’ll be difficult but–”
“Nay,” Roderick interjected. “I’m nae lettin’ ye go.”
“But Roderick,” she said sadly, as he gently caressed her cheek. “I have tae.”
“Shh,” he hushed. “Let us nae spend our time arguin’. I want tae be wi’ ye, fer as long as I can.”
She nodded, and Roderick brought his hands down to her waist as he pulled her gently towards him, once again losing himself in her soft lips.
They kissed with a renewed hunger, their tongues intertwining in a perfect rhythm, as Roderick ferociously removed her clothes.
They found one another on the bed, and Roderick pulled down his trews, pressing his weight on top of her.
As he brought his member to her folds, he slid in with ease, Moira’s wetness stirring a deep groan within him.
“I love ye,” he said, as he pumped inside her, clutching her body as though it were a passage to her soul. He wanted to merge with her, and as he increased his speed, his manhood prompting her sweet, soft moans, he felt as though their merging was almost complete.
“I love ye,” she said back breathlessly, “so much.”
As Roderick released inside her, he hung his head across her chest. He took in each breath and savored her body as though it were the last time he’d be able to touch it.
