Page 9 of Highland Warrior
Within her.
Vían’s breath sped to a pant and she reached for him, suddenly feeling vulnerable stretched out and spread beneath him.
He came to her instantly, his hands roaming everywhere, his mouth capturing hers with a wild possession. Finding the softness of her bare ass, his fingers dug into the flesh there, pulling her firmly against his cock.
Vían would have liked to think she was not as affected with lust and wanting as he, but they both shuddered with the intensity of their connection, and it was her body that wept with slick desire.
Keep your heart encased in ice,she warned herself.Let your body burn.
His venturing fingers found her most private heat and, again, they both moaned their pleasure. He was gentle, crooning things into her ear as he kissed and licked the sensitive lobe. His words melted her core as his probing fingers drove her higher than she’d ever imagined.
“Come for me, lass,” he commanded into her ear. When his teeth nipped down on her lobe, he pressed that pliant flesh with just enough pressure to launch her to the stars with an astonished cry.
When one lived the majority of their years in a hole looking up to where the mortals walked, flying seemed out the realm of possibility.
But fly she did.
And before she truly returned to earth, he was above her, then inside her, thrusting deep and long until their hips met. His fingers reached beneath her head and threaded into the hair at her scalp until her head rested in his palm, secured and immobile.
“Look at me while I love ye,” he said, and began to move.
For all of his easy confidence, Malcolm de Moray made love like a doomed man, desperate for a safe harbor against the storms that loomed on the horizon. He fucked her like he knew tomorrow was not guaranteed and he needed the pleasure to fill whatever hollow pain lurked in his eyes.
She could only see the wounds now that they were this close, nose to nose, sharing each other’s breath. And flesh.
It was like everything slipped away. The void. The witches. His Magick. Her lies. While his cock slid inside the tight, slippery skin of her sex, it was as though he had truly become a part of her, somehow. With each thrust, he branded her. Each moan and gasp was a wordless promise.
And the ecstasy was unparalleled.
Vían was too entranced to fight her second climax. It ripped through her with all the power and inevitability of a tempest. She saw it on the horizon, flashing with lightning and threatening with thunder, but she was just as helpless to stop it. And when the storm hit, it locked her in its verdant clutches with arching tremors and pleas for mercy.
He gave her none, but followed after her with thick, hot pulses of bliss against her womb and a roar of pleasure sent to the Gods.
* * *
Vían staredat the fire for what seemed like an eternity after.
She’d failed her charge. She’d not said the curse.
Malcolm dropped to his side between her and the wall, and turned them both to face the flames. Tucking her bottom against his hips, he wrapped his strong arms around her and allowed them both to catch their breath.
His felt warm and strong, tickling her hair and brushing her skin with the sweetest of sensations. For the second time that night, her eyes filled with tears.
“Ye’re going to think I’m daft,” he said against her hair. “But I like it here, with ye.”
“In my lonely hovel?” she said, fighting the frightening surge of emotion.
His soft chuckle brushed her face. “I truly didn’t mean to offend ye,” he rumbled, nuzzling through her hair and reaching her neck. “The earth in this forest is fragrant and soft. The night isna bitter, but chilly enough to enjoy the fire and yer warm body so close to mine.” He pulled her deeper into the hollow he’d made with his frame. “It’s different where I live, so much responsibility. So much always at stake. I am in charge of it all, and yet feel as though I control nothing. Here, the forest does my bidding and is simply happy at my presence.”
“How can a forest be happy?” she wondered aloud.
Goosebumps flared on her skin as Malcolm’s fingers idly ran over her shoulder and down her arm before dipping into her waist and flowing over the curve of her hip. Vían’s tears overflowed her lids and slid across her cheeks and nose in a continuous hot path of pain.
“It’s hard to explain,” he continued, unable to see the effect his touch had on her. “But I am a protector of life, a vanguard of the earth and her forests. They welcome me, because I bring good Magick and nurture life. Here I am not but a Druid man and a creature of the earth.”
Her breath caught on a sob, and her body jerked.
Instantly, Malcolm lifted to his elbow and leaned to look down at her.
