Page 83 of Sinbound to the Highlander
Resting his forehead on her temple, Evan whispered. “I love ye, more than life itself.”
“Ye are me life,” Freya responded.
His hand smoothed over her hip, and his voice dipped to sultry. How are ye feeling? Hurt? I ken today was taskin’ for ye.”
Freya leaned into his hold, “ T’was, but I want to put it behind me now. I’ve run meself ragged over Elspeth, and I dinnae want to do it anymore,” her eyes blinked open, with a heat Evan had not anticipated. “Now, I only want ye, Evan.”
“Freya, Love, are ye sure?”
She nodded, “I am. Arenae ye?”
“I’d love naythin’ more,” Evan replied, lifting his hands to cup her face, “‘Tis been on me mind from the time I carried ye back home.”
Not moving his eyes from hers, to watch if she would change her mind, Evan disrobed her slowly, peeling every stitch from her body and, after a blistering kiss, laid her on the bed before joining her.
Lit by the firelight, Evan showed his love to her slowly, murmuring loving endearments in her ear, kissing her plumps lips and showering her body with kisses. Freya gently ran her hands over his body, every inch precious to her, to topple over into the warm sea of completion. Afterward, when she drifted off to sleep, Evan placed her right over his heart, comforted by the steady feel of her breath on his skin.
Now that danger has passed, naythin’ will harm us now.
