Page 33 of Highlander’s Haunted Past

“How would ye ken? Are ye some sort of—”

“Ye want me.”

“I don’t—”

His lips pressed against hers and she let them part for him, welcoming him in as his tongue twisted around hers.

He pulled back, grinning. “Don’t ye?”

“I’ll not beg ye, that is a promise, Robert Fraser.”

“Shall we test yer theory?”

With one hand still pinning hers to the mattress, his second hand descended. It was as if sparks of lightning were on his fingertips, electrifying her skin wherever they passed in their slow journey down her face and neck until he reached her breasts, circling and squeezing the sensitive flesh before flicking his thumb across her nipples through the thin fabric of her shift. His hand did not linger; instead, it moved down to her belly, kneading her sides before allowing his thumb to press into the seam where her legs met with her body, moving along until he finally reached her center.

Kenna’s breathing was ragged, and a low moan escaped her lips. It was a carnal sound, one she hadn’t comprehended she was capable of making.

“So, will ye beg me?” he whispered into her curls as his hand moved away from the place that called for him, slipping down her legs and catching the hem of her shift before slipping beneath. “Or do ye want me to stop?”

“Rob—” Kenna sighed as his fingers traced gentle trails along her thighs.

His mouth dropped to her neck, and he sucked her slightly, eliciting another small gasp. His second hand finally released her and chased after the first.

Kenna pressed her hands to his shoulders, fully intending to push him away, but instead found herself holding him there, pressing her nails into him as her body arched up toward his.

With a quick tug, Rob pulled her shift nearly all the way up, exposing her breasts, exposing nearly all of herself to him. He took one of her breasts in his hand, fondling it with capable fingers before dropping his lips against the other. A sensation that she had never known crashed through her. It was as if he had broken her, shattered her under his touch, but she never wanted to be put back together. She couldn’t take anymore, but she needed it. Her body was no longer under her control as her head threw itself back, and her hips bucked up toward his, still hovering above her.

Rob immediately pulled away from her, sitting up and catching her traitorous hips in his hands, that lopsided smile now so full of knowing. His grip shifted down to her thighs, and he leaned forward to drop a few kisses there before he slowly separated them, moving his body so that he was now between her legs, leaning forward to press himself against her, his firmness threatening entry, yet denying it at the same time. It was a taunt, a temptation, a torment.

“Kenna, ye have to say it,” he said, though surely he knew the answer.

He had to know the answer. He had to feel it in the moisture that was gathering and see it in her eyes as she stared at him with lust and fury. But the bastard wouldn’t let it go unspoken.

She tried to squirm away from him, to relieve the torturous press against her, but he held her fast, leaning over her to continue his campaign of perfectly placed kisses and nibbles as he pushed even more firmly against her, making her release more sounds that she had never heard before. Then he groaned, the heat of his breath tickling her skin and shaking each of her senses. Her body was now begging her lips to form the words, to release the rest of her from this purgatory.

“Please,” Kenna moaned, the deepness of her voice enough to almost set her skin on fire, “I’m begging ye.”

His mouth descended upon hers again, holding her in place. His hands pulled from her body, and she heard the soft jingle of a belt being undone before the rough wool of his kilt was suddenly pulled away.

“It will only hurt fer a moment, I swear it,” Rob said as he brushed gentle kisses across her face as his hand guided his manhood to her folds.

With slow ease, he pushed his way into her, just far enough for her to finally feel him there, a ripple of relief echoing through her before he pulled himself from her nearly completely. Before Kenna or her body could object, he pushed into her once more, this time deeper than before. She let her muscles relax and shift to accommodate him. Kenna’s hips tried to follow him this time when he pulled away, to absorb him within her, but Rob’s hands dug greedily into her buttocks as his mouth hungrily found hers, his tongue issuing a fierce warning. She shivered as he went in again, and this time she felt him find a barrier, tapping it gently with his tip. Kenna prepared herself for his exit, but instead, he gave one powerful thrust, forcing himself through the barrier and burying himself completely inside of her.

Kenna cried out against Rob’s lips, not sure if it was in pain or pleasure, as Rob’s hands moved to roam her, kneading her thighs and stomach before moving up to her breasts. She still felt him inside of her, filling her, unmoving while her body stretched around him, the pain of the moment slowly melting into her growing need for more. He seemed to sense the change, and so he began to move.

It was such a simple beat, the thrusting in and out, yet Kenna had never encountered a tune that agreed with her more than this one. His arms enveloped her, guiding her to move with him, to meet each of his movements with one of her own, forming a symphony between them that made her nerves quiver and her body arch toward him even further. Her fingers pulled from his shoulders and up into his hair, entangling themselves in his soft red locks.

He groaned, his breath hot on her neck. Somewhere beyond them, so far that it hardly could have mattered, Kenna heard a loud knock, but her mind forced her ears away from it, to Rob, so she heard only him. She wanted to absorb each groan and sigh as he thrust into her again and again, the movements now becoming so fast that each crash was immediately followed by the next. She felt lost in it, overpowered by a slow-rising sensation of pressure that she would not be able to contain.

Then there was a heavy thud as the door to their little room was forced open, and a pair of men entered the room with their swords raised, their face full of mockery and disdain. All carnal pleasure was now fear, the sweat slicked against her body now cool.

Rob moved quickly, pulling away from her with curses under his breath as he reached toward the floor.

“That will not be necessary,” the guard said, lowering his blade so that it was positioned between Rob’s hand and the place where he had earlier abandoned his sword on the floor. “Mary, Queen of Scots, wishes to see ye both at once.”