Page 25 of Highlander's Secret Heiress
He began to thrust, slowly at first, trying to hold back the moment of no return when he would be unable to do so any longer, but the feeling of her warm flesh closing around him was almost unbearably delicious.
Alyth pulled his kilt up at the back and wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling the hard muscles of his buttocks as he moved in and out of her. Then something new and wonderful started to happen. She felt a faint but delightful tingle inside her, which became stronger and stronger as Lachlan’s thrusts became harder and faster. She felt as though she was climbing a mountain, but the summit seemed frustratingly out of reach, yet she strove with all her might until, suddenly, she reached its peak.
A glorious wave of ecstasy swept over her, causing her to scream in rapture. It was like nothing Alyth could ever have imagined; how was it possible to feel that she had just reached heaven?
Lachlan’s climax was fiercer than any he had yet experienced, and he only just managed to pull away from Alyth before he spilled his seed. He leaned his head on her shoulder as he recovered his breath, and wished he could stay there forever.
After a moment, he drew back and sat down beside her. “That was wonderful,” he murmured. “I have not felt so—oh, I have no words to describe it. Thank you for making me feel alive again.”
“Thank you, Lachlan,” she replied, smiling warmly at him.
“I only wish we had been naked.” His voice was regretful as he kissed her again. “Perhaps next time?” There was a question in his eyes.
Alyth felt her heart skip a beat as she looked into his teal blue eyes. She had not imagined that there would be a next time.
“Perhaps,” she said softly.
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Alyth’s body was still tingling and throbbing with delight as she made her way upstairs to her tiny chamber again. She knew she would dream about Lachlan that night and feel his rough hands caressing her skin again, feel his tongue and his manhood teasing her into rapture.
He had mentioned something about another time. What had he meant? Was he suggesting that she should become his mistress? She certainly could not imagine him asking a servant to be his wife, no matter how well she spoke or how fine her manners were.
Alyth lay down in bed and imagined that Lachlan was with her, not making love to her, merely holding her while they slept together. The last time she had slept in the same bed with anyone was with her mother when she was about ten years old. However, that was not quite the same thing as being wrapped in the strong and protective embrace of a beautiful man!
“Goodnight, M’Laird,” Alyth whispered, then closed her eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.
Her dreams were full of him, however, and she had the best night’s sleep ever, even though he made love to her over and overagain. She woke up feeling invigorated and refreshed, and for a few seconds wondered why before remembering her glorious experience of the previous night.
Nevertheless, Alyth knew that she still had a mission to fulfil, and she would not let her desires deter her from doing it. She had known that Lachlan Carrick wanted her and was determined to use it to her advantage, but she could see a situation where the weakness of her own needs overcame any plan she devised. She must be very, very careful, she decided; a physical attraction was not love. She could not love the man who had been responsible for the death of the dearest person in her life.
I must harden my heart,she thought determinedly.Whatever tender thoughts I had about him were during the heat of passion, and I must never forget that Lachlan Carrick is my enemy.
Having made this promise to herself, Alyth picked up her dress to put it on, but as she lowered it over her head, she smelled the earthy scent of Lachlan’s body. Would anyone else notice it, she wondered?
You are being ridiculous, Alyth,she thought.
It was very unlikely that any of the others would be aware of it. After all, how could they know the scent of their Laird’s body? But for her own peace of mind, she donned her spare uniform.
Better safe than sorry,she thought.
When she entered the kitchen, Alyth found a lively conversation going on around the table, and she joined in as soon as she had heaped her plate with food.
“Have I missed anything?” she asked eagerly.
“We were just sayin’ how happy the Laird looks,” Alison replied eagerly.
“Aye, he looks like the cat who stole the cream!” Flora went on. “I think he has a new lady in his life!”
“Or his bed!” Heather said, giggling.
“Or both!” Catriona suggested, making them all burst into a gale of laughter.
Alyth joined in, although she was shaking with nervousness inside. Did they know? Had anyone seen her sneaking out of Lachlan’s chamber? She was fearful, even though she doubted that Lachlan would advertise the fact that he had slept with a servant.
Yet, there were other ways of communicating that did not involve words, and Davina had proved that. For years, she had made herself understood through hand gestures and facial expressions; it was quite possible Lachlan could do the same without even meaning to. What would her life be like if he showed her any kind of favouritism?
She had no idea what the other maids would do. Shun her? Make her the butt of their jokes and their scorn? Alyth did not know, but now she felt that her mission had become more urgent than ever. She had to find out what the cause of the hostilities were from the Carrick’s point of view; after all, there were always two sides to a quarrel even though she naturally took her own family’s side.
