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His hands rested on her thighs, his fingerscurling as Evelyn stroked the skin of his velvety shaft, her touch feather-light.
Sliding her down his body, he positioned heragainst lean hips, the slightest tremor in his hands indicating of theintensity of his need.
Nudging her slick entrance for a moment was allthe warning he gave before pulling her hips down, impaling her on his thickcock.
They both gasped at the impact of the joining.Evelyn stilled in his hands, letting her sore muscles again adjust to hisintrusion. This time, only the slightest twinge of pain permeated the haze ofher passion. A sense of fullness, of heady command spurred her to act on everyprimal urge that danced along her senses.
Clenching her intimate muscles, she enjoyed thejerking of his body, the short intake of breath, so she did it again, elicitingthe same response. Grasping him with her insides, she slowly rose and sliddown upon him again feeling every glorious inch of his breadth inside of her.
“Ohhhhh…” The moan escaped her as she rode himwith delicious languor. “Oh that feels so...”
A familiar growl warned her before strong handsagain seized her hips and held her immobile. Roderick set a furious rhythmplunging deeply into her, angling her forward to heighten her pleasure.Ceaselessly thrusting upwards, the pad of his thumb found the sensitive littlenub his tongue had so expertly toyed with moments before. Softly swirling itin time to his thrusts, he brought her to peak so hard and fast she couldn’thold the desperate cry that tore from her throat.
Roderick waited until the storm passed beforepounding into her with abandon. Evelyn knew when his release was upon himbecause she could feel him swell within her before hot spurts of seed shotagainst her womb, his entire body taut and trembling beneath her.
After her breathing slowed sufficiently and shebecame fairly certain she could walk, Evelyn reluctantly withdrew and paddedblindly to her linen basket, selecting something to clean herself andministering to him as well.
“It’s still a while until dawn,” she observed, aheaviness settling upon her shoulders. Did the morrow have to come? Couldn’tthey stay here forever?
A hand caught hers, pulling her down over himuntil she was splayed across his body and engulfed by his arms.
“No.” She giggled in spite of herself, “I’m tooheavy.”
Grunting softly, Roderick tightened his hold andpressed a tender kiss into her hair.
Exhausted, Evelyn counted the decelerating beatsof his heart. She felt as though time, itself, sped toward an inexorablemeridian while she lay in the darkness. What if, just this once, things couldend differently? What if, she could save him, as he saved her this night?
‘Dangerous thoughts.’ She told herself,squeezing her eyes against futile desperate frustration.‘Dangerous desires.’
ChapterNine
Instead of shivering awake in the arid, dusty atticas she did every day, Evelyn drifted into awareness on a sumptuous shaft of silverlight, which gained strength as the morning began to peak over the crests ofthe sea.
The creak of leather and the click of metal armordumped her into full consciousness and to the comprehension that she lay nakedin the bed of a Berserker.
Roderick mysteriously remained cloaked in shadows,his ebony hair pulled into a tight queue at his nape. He fastened a fearsomespiked bracer about a wide wrist, his brutish features set in a grim mask.
“Don’t fight near the Mackay.” The whisperescaped her, knowing that his exceptional hearing would pick up the tremblinguncertainty in her voice. “Please, be careful. There’s… someone out there.Someone dangerous.”
His eyes lit upon her and softened, yet a darkbrow lifted almost scornfully. No doubt, he assumed she feared for his safetyafter his insult on her behalf the night before. Even heavier now, dressed inhis black armor, he sank to the bed, causing her to lean towards him. Anarmored hand reached for her, then hesitated when he glanced at the stainedglove and scarred bracer dangerously close to her skin. Instead, he droppedhis arm and worried the leather at his cuff.
“Just…” Should she tell him? Would it change theoutcome or be the cause of it? “Angus and his clan have already betrayed the lotof you. I- I overheard them speaking of it last night.” Squeezing her eyesshut, she called herself every form of coward. “Hundreds more horsemen are evennow hidden to the north and west waiting to flank you if the battle turns infavor of the Stewart.”
Roderick kissed her, hard. Not the gentlebrushes or passionate tending of lips from last night, but a possessivebranding of flesh. As he plundered the depths of her mouth with his tongue,heat bloomed between them, heedless of the battle gear that separated theirflesh.
He didn’t touch her, not once allowing his armorto come into contact with her skin as he thoroughly devoured her. Slickmoisture pooled between Evelyn’s aching thighs in understanding that, no matterhow sore she was, he would be welcome inside her.
Abruptly ending the kiss, he glanced at the greylight of dawn turning more golden with each passing moment.
Stunning her with sudden movement, he leapt fromthe bed and swiped his sword from where it leaned against the wall next to theheadboard. Strapping it to his lean hips faster than she thought possible, alook of dangerous anticipation played across his features.
The sounds of other men preparing for battlepermeated the silence between them. Horses whinnied and stamped the ground,carts of weaponry clamored up the rough hewn roads and camp fires sizzled asthey were doused.
Roderick paused at the door. Their eyes locked.
Thousands of questions burned behind her lips,holding her tongue heavy with fear. She dare not open her mouth for fear theywould come tumbling out, humiliating them both.
What was he going to do? Would he heed her request?Would he live through the day? Would he come back for her if he did? Wouldshe ever see him again?
