Page 22 of Highlander's Rebellious Affair
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Hope wanted to feel every inch of him, and she couldn’t wait. He stretched her, and he was so full, she could barely move without having him slip deeper into her.
She could only moan as he stroked her, her legs bent at the knees quivered, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and let the passion consume her. Ian whispered in her ear as he kissed her neck and hovered there.
“Ye feel so good, Hope. I want to take ye with every passion I feel right now, but I might hurt ye and I dinnae want to do that.”
His deep voice made her wetter, and he groaned when she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him back, moving her hips on the bed to meet his thrusts. Hope felt her pleasure mount when he slid his hands down to where their bodies joined and touched a soft nub, gently rubbing it with his fingers.
Her legs shook as she toppled over the edge, and he groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck. His groan was loud as his hips thrust in one last time, then bucked. Hope felt his warmth fill her, and she couldn’t stop her hips from moving.
He threw his head back, his eyes shut tight as he released and then he collapsed on the bed by her side, and pulled her close to him, wrapping his arm tight around her body. Neither of them moved for long time, and Hope suspected he was asleep because his breathing was even.
Hope raised her head and watched him, her gaze drifting over his perfectly sculpted face and his roman-shaped nose. His eyes opened and met with hers, and a lazy smile played out on his lips. She smiled back as her heart thundered in her chest and batted her lashes.
“How do ye feel?” he asked and she flushed and buried her face in his chest, suddenly feeling shy. He slipped his fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp. “Did I ever say I love yer hair?” he asked and she nodded.
“I do love yer hair,” he commented and when she looked at him, he added. “And yer eyes… I seem to love starin’ into them very much.”
Hope felt his breath touch her face when he kissed her forehead, and then her nose and her lips again. Her body stirred, and he took her hand and guided it to his male hardness beneath the sheets around them. “See what ye do to me,” he groaned.
She kissed him back, and her hands moved over his chest, but he stopped her, panting as he said, “Ye have to rest, ye are sore and I dinnae want to hurt ye.”
He kissed her one last time, then turned her around and gathered her close so her back fit into the curve of his body on the bed. Hope sighed, and closed her eyes, their fingers linked, Ian lifted it to his lips and placed a kiss on her hands.
“Sleep well.”
Hope was fast asleep even before her hands touched the bed again, and when she woke up the next morning, Ian was no longer in the bed with her.
17
Ian galloped down the moors alone early that morning, until he reached the edge of the cliff surrounding the Castle grounds. When he reached, he dismounted, but held unto the reins of his horse and waited until the men he was meeting dismounted.
One bowed, and Ian smiled at him. “Welcome home,” he said to Ian and Ian nodded, and took out his sword from its sheath. “Are the rumors true? That ye brought home a bonnie lass as wife from Drummond?”
“Aye,” he replied proudly. “I brought home a wife.”
The men cheered loudly, then quieted down when he cleared his throat. “We are here to train,” he said and raised his sword, then motioned the first man to step forward and fight him. Ian trained his guards every morning out on the moors, and every man who wanted to join the training was free to attend and join them in the mornings.
Ian had started the training against his uncle’s wishes, but there was nothing Lyall could do because training men was not against the law. He knew some of them were loyal to Lyall, so he used the opportunity to monitor them through the ones on his side.
The entire Clan of Galloway was divided. His uncle had loyal men he had bribed or threatened to get their loyalty, and there were others who remained loyal to his father and him. There was a race for the Lairdship and he liked to think he was leading now that he had a wife.
The thought of Hope flashed in his mind and he missed a step, giving the man he was training a chance to send him flying to the ground. Ian got back to his feet with the man’s extended hand and then patted his shoulder.
“We will continue tomorrow,” he announced and dismissed them, then sat on the ground beside his horse. He shoved his fingers through his hair, and turned to the animal.She consumes my thoughts and I don’t want her to be anywhere else.
He enjoyed thinking about her, and having her in his arms, it was more comforting than he imagined. After a long time, he decided to ride to the lake and wash up before heading back to the Castle. When he left earlier that morning, Hope had been sleeping soundly, and he had watched her for a long time before forcing himself off the bed and out of their chamber.
After he washed in the lake, he slipped back into his clothes and crouched to put on his boots when he heard a strange movement in the short shrubs surrounding the lake. Ian looked around, his keen gaze scanning the area, but he saw nothing, so he paused for a minute, then continued working his feet into his boots.
He heard the sound again, and this time rose to his feet. His hands moved to his sword at his side, and he touched it, and posed in a fence stance, preparing himself for an attack. His nerves tingled and a shot of adrenaline raced through him suddenly, filling him with a sense of danger.
Ian mounted his horse and kicked it into a canter. He made it out of the shrubs hiding the lake and into the main fields and was about to move into a full gallop when he felt a sharp stinging pain in his shoulder.
He groaned, and his head snapped back. It was then he saw the rider dressed in a black riding habit galloping behind him at full speed, his hands poised with a bow and arrow as he aimed to take another shot at Ian. Half of his face was masked with a black cloth wrapped around his nose and lips so Ian could only see the man’s eyes.
His eyes widened, and he pushed forward, trying to outrun the rider behind him. He bent forward when he saw the rider fire another shot, and the arrow flew past his head. Another one flew past the side of his face, nicking his cheek.
