Page 33 of Highlander's Caged Rose
When she entered the building, she saw Glennie at once. She was standing with her arms looped around Ritchie’s neck while he placed a tender kiss on her neck. They were talking to each other in whispers, and she could not hear what they were saying, but their love was like an aura around them.
As she watched them, Moira desperately wished she could share this kind of experience with Niall. She sighed, then turned and walked away from the loving couple, feeling guilty at having spied on them in their private moment.
She had walked only a few steps when she encountered Niall, who was about to enter the stables to fetch his horse. There, he would no doubt find Glennie and Ritchie, and a battle royal would ensue.
Niall smiled widely at Moira and asked, “Would you like to come hunting with me?”
Moira thought frantically about what to do next, trying to keep calm while her heart was beating nineteen to the dozen. She dangled another suggestion in front of him, hoping he would not refuse it.
“I don’t like hunting,” she said at last, then gave him a wicked smile. “But I can think of much better things to do.” She would seduce him as a means of escape, but at least she would thoroughly enjoy the deception.
Niall raised his eyebrows as he caught her meaning, and laughed. “Do you have no self-control when you’re with me, woman?” he asked. “You are shameless!”
“Guilty as charged!” Moira admitted, giggling, then she grabbed his hand and led him down a maze of dark corridors to a part of the castle that was rarely used.
There was an odour of staleness and dust in the air, but neither of them cared about anything as long as they were alone and together. There was a small chance of them being found, of course, but it only added to the thrill in a strange, dark way.
“I cannot stop telling you how beautiful you are, Moira,” he said huskily. “You have bewitched me, and I am completely under your spell.”
Moira reached up to trace the shape of his lips with her forefinger. “And you have a wonderful imagination,” she said softly. “There are no such things as witches.”
“Oh, yes, there are,” he replied. “Because I am spellbound.” His voice, deep and husky, sent waves of pleasure straight down to Moira’s core, and she tilted her head back to let Niall kiss his way down her neck. Then, growing impatient, she pulled him in for a heated kiss. They were familiar with each other now, and each knew exactly what the other wanted and needed. When their lips met and caressed each other passionately, and their tongues teased each other, they were both driven into a frenzy of delight.
Niall gradually eased Moira backwards until she was leaning on the wall behind her, and he pressed himself against her, gently forcing himself between her thighs.
“Are you ready for me, my love?” he asked. “You have so much to learn, and I am so willing to be your teacher.”
Moira cupped his face in her hands and drew his face down for another soft kiss. “Teach me,” she whispered.
“Gladly.”
He pulled up her skirts and touched the sensitive spot between her legs, and a bolt of bliss shot through her so strongly that Moira cried out Niall’s name and thrust her body forward.
She was pressed even harder against him, and she felt the hard ridge of his erection, which drove her almost insane with need. When she felt him insert his fingers into her opening, she screamed, but he had no mercy on her as he pushed his first two fingers in and out of her channel, stretching her for his entrance.
Moira could feel his heat, smell the musk of his body, a mixture of leather, soap and something that was just him, just Niall. It was the most erotic, arousing scent she had ever smelled.
She could wait no longer. “Niall, please!” she cried desperately.
“Please what?” he asked in a growl.
“Please take me,” Moira replied. She was hardly able to speak or think, all her senses were full of him.
Niall said nothing more, but lifted her off the floor, still pressed against the wall. Instinctively, Moira wrapped her legs around his hips and cried out as he filled her, grunting with satisfaction.
“You are mine,” he murmured, as he thrust into her with as much force as he could manage. This was not going to be a gentle experience, but wild, unchecked and passionate, almost primal.
Moira was hardly able to believe this was happening to her. Once again, she was climbing, trying to reach the peak of the mountain where she knew she would find ecstasy. Yet, that was not all. What mattered most was that the man she loved was wrapped around her, was inside her, and was expressing his love for her. It was absolutely glorious.
Then, all of a sudden, she was there, and Moira’s body was overtaken by wave after wave of a sensation so rapturous she could hardly believe it was happening to her. She clung to Niall for purchase because if she had nothing to hold on to, she felt as though she might be blown away by this tide of rapture.
Niall, too, was in a very special place where he had only ever been once before, and that was with Moira, and he knew that without her, he would never go there again. His climax slammed into him with such force that he let out a fearsome yell, and his arms tightened around Moira so that she was almost breathless.
After a moment, they drew apart, and Niall set Moira down on her feet again and freed her from his embrace. He rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily with exertion, then cupped her face in his hands and kissed her softly.
They were silent for a while, but it was a sacred silence, since at that moment there was nothing to say. Both were utterly sated with love, and earth and everyone in it might not have existed at all. Here, in this dark and gloomy place, they had found heaven.
Yet, both knew that they would have to go back to the real world eventually. Glennie would be looking for Moira to go out for a ride, and Niall wanted to hunt some fresh meat for dinner. The normal concerns of everyday life were pressing in on them; it was time to back and face them.
