Page 13 of Highland Secret
Sliding her down his body, he positioned her against lean hips, the slightest tremor in his hands indicating of the intensity of his need.
Nudging her slick entrance for a moment was all the warning he gave before pulling her hips down, impaling her on his thick cock.
They both gasped at the impact of the joining. Evelyn stilled in his hands, letting her sore muscles again adjust to his intrusion. This time, only the slightest twinge of pain permeated the haze of her passion. A sense of fullness, of heady command spurred her to act on every primal urge that danced along her senses.
Clenching her intimate muscles, she enjoyed the jerking of his body, the short intake of breath, so she did it again, eliciting the same response. Grasping him with her insides, she slowly rose and slid down upon him again feeling every glorious inch of his breadth inside of her.
“Ohhhhh…” The moan escaped her as she rode him with delicious languor. “Oh that feels so...”
A familiar growl warned her before strong hands again seized her hips and held her immobile. Roderick set a furious rhythm plunging deeply into her, angling her forward to heighten her pleasure. Ceaselessly thrusting upwards, the pad of his thumb found the sensitive little nub his tongue had so expertly toyed with moments before. Softly swirling it in time to his thrusts, he brought her to peak so hard and fast she couldn’t hold the desperate cry that tore from her throat.
Roderick waited until the storm passed before pounding into her with abandon. Evelyn knew when his release was upon him because she could feel him swell within her before hot spurts of seed shot against her womb, his entire body taut and trembling beneath her.
After her breathing slowed sufficiently and she became fairly certain she could walk, Evelyn reluctantly withdrew and padded blindly to her linen basket, selecting something to clean herself and ministering to him as well.
“It’s still a while until dawn,” she observed, a heaviness settling upon her shoulders. Did the morrow have to come? Couldn’t they stay here forever?
A hand caught hers, pulling her down over him until she was splayed across his body and engulfed by his arms.
“No.” She giggled in spite of herself, “I’m too heavy.”
Grunting softly, Roderick tightened his hold and pressed a tender kiss into her hair.
Exhausted, Evelyn counted the decelerating beats of his heart. She felt as though time, itself, sped toward an inexorable meridian while she lay in the darkness. What if, just this once, things could end 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.’
Chapter 9
Instead of shivering awake in the arid, dusty attic as she did every day, Evelyn drifted into awareness on a sumptuous shaft of silver light, which gained strength as the morning began to peak over the crests of the sea.
The creak of leather and the click of metal armor dumped her into full consciousness and to the comprehension that she lay naked in 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 fearsome spiked bracer about a wide wrist, his brutish features set in a grim mask.
“Don’t fight near the Mackay.” The whisper escaped her, knowing that his exceptional hearing would pick up the trembling uncertainty in her voice. “Please, be careful. There’s… someone out there. Someone dangerous.”
His eyes lit upon her and softened, yet a dark brow lifted almost scornfully. No doubt, he assumed she feared for his safety after his insult on her behalf the night before. Even heavier now, dressed in his black armor, he sank to the bed, causing her to lean towards him. An armored hand reached for her, then hesitated when he glanced at the stained gloveand scarred bracer dangerously close to her skin. Instead, he dropped his arm and worried the leather at his cuff.
“Just…” Should she tell him? Would it change the outcome or be the cause of it? “Angus and his clan have already betrayed the lot of you. I- I overheard them speaking of it last night.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she called herself every form of coward. “Hundreds more horsemen are even now hidden to the north and west waiting to flank you if the battle turns in favor of the Stewart.”
Roderick kissed her, hard. Not the gentle brushes or passionate tending of lips from last night, but a possessive branding of flesh. As he plundered the depths of her mouth with his tongue, heat bloomed between them, heedless of the battle gear that separated their flesh.
He didn’t touch her, not once allowing his armor to come into contact with her skin as he thoroughly devoured her. Slick moisture pooled between Evelyn’s aching thighs in understanding that, no matter how sore she was, he would be welcome inside her.
Abruptly ending the kiss, he glanced at the grey light of dawn turning more golden with each passing moment.
Stunning her with sudden movement, he leapt from the bed and swiped his sword from where it leaned against the wall next to the headboard. Strapping it to his lean hips faster than she thought possible, a look of dangerous anticipation played across his features.
The sounds of other men preparing for battle permeated the silence between them. Horses whinnied and stamped the ground, carts of weaponry clamored up the rough hewn roads and camp fires sizzled as they 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 they would 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? Would she ever see him again?
Did she mean anything to him now?
