Page 57 of Highlander’s Protector

Aching sorrow crossed his handsome features, and she realized her mistake. “I’m sorry,” she said, looking down. “Yer future dream doesna have ye staying in this age, does it?”

His chest froze under her cheek, and she looked up. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared into the dark thatched slope of the roof. “No, it doesn’t.”

Hearing him say it out loud hurt, and she stopped breathing, hoping he would say something else. He was silent for a while. Then when he looked at her again, his eyes softened. He tightened his arms around her. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t want you in my future. I know you’re the one Sìneag intended for me. The woman I am destined for.”

Her very being felt light and warm, as though a ray of sunshine beamed from the sky right through her. “David…I…dinna think I’ll ever love anyone like I love ye. Even though we were born centuries apart, for the first time in my life I feel like I belong. With ye, I dinna feel like an outcast nae more.”

His eyes glistened. “So do I, sweetheart,” he said, his voice croaking. “This farm, with the storm outside and the world shut out… It’s like home.”

He leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was tender and slow, tantalizing lashes of tongue and lips, and so much gentleness, she could dissolve in it like butter. He brought her up, and she felt him already hard. She climbed on top of him, feeling the silky, hot hardness of him press into her inner thigh.

“I want you to ride me…” he whispered, his eyes hot and dark on her.

“I’m a wee bit sore, David.”

“Ride my face then…”

She froze as a rush of heat sizzled her cheeks. “What can ye mean?”

He pressed at her arse with his hands, indicating he wanted her to move closer to his face. “I mean, come sit on my face,” he said. “You’ll love it. I promise.”

Just him saying this brought a throbbing heat down into the apex of her thighs and her inner muscles clenched. She bit her lip, her breathing accelerating, her pulse thumping in her temples. She moved over him and higher until she was sitting on his chest. He looked at her sex, right in front of his face, and blew air on it, and she clenched again.

“Come here,” he growled and caressed her inner thighs with his hands, gently pulling her towards him.

With her cheeks blazing hot, she obeyed, and gasped as his mouth connected with her aching sex. He kissed her there. Once. Twice.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, looking up at her.

She’d already forgotten all about the dull ache and looked down at him. “Nae… Got nae pain, David… Just yer mouth… Ahhh…” She arched her spine as he pulled her back to his mouth and moved his tongue over her. “Ahhh.”

Aye, he was teasing her there, right there, in the center of all that was good and pleasant and blissful. Gentle sucks and flicks of his tongue and rubbing against it, and she was heading straight for that cliff, as if riding a horse that had lost its mind, that couldn’t be stopped. And then she flew over, into the sheer bliss, clenching, quivering, aching, and soaring.

When her shaking stopped, she moved back and collapsed on top of him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, legs to legs. He was still rock-hard and hot, pressed against her stomach. He brushed a strand of her hair off her face. “You’re delicious. I could never have enough of you.”

She put her chin on his chest and looked at him. “Nor could I have enough of ye.”

Then she crawled down. None of her climaxes were good enough if they weren’t with him inside of her, connected to her in the most intimate way.

She was wet, and he was still hard, and she wanted him inside. She straddled his pelvis. He frowned darkly as she took his erection in her hand and directed it into her entrance.

“Anna, you are sore… Oh God… Are you sure?” She sat right on him, and it slid well as she was still full of her arousal, stretching her tight internal muscles so deliciously, the little ache that she felt was like butter on a honey cake. She gasped and sat even lower on him, feeling him stretch her to the very core, to the deepest depths of her.

He tensed and went rigid, his fists clenching on top of her hips. “Oh God, you’re so fucking hot and tight and delicious,” he groaned out. “Christ…”

She put her hands on his chest. His handsome face was soft and hard at the same time, his eyes half-closed and dark on her, his jaw tight, the muscles over his cheekbones taut. She suddenly felt she had power. Her whole life, she’d been powerless. As a bastard and as a woman, she’d always been at the mercy of the men in her life: her uncle Aulay, her father, and her would-be husband. She didn’t have a choice about her future like men had over theirs.

But not now.

Now, she had all the power.

All control. She could ride him hard and bring him his release quickly or bring him sweet torture with slow gliding and teasing. She began moving up and down on his cock, feeling the delicious friction of his hard erection against her sensitive tissue. He was gasping, without turning his eyes away from her. As she accelerated the rhythm, chasing that pleasure, she felt her breasts bounce, her thighs burning. His eyes were on her chest, and he bit his lower lip, and the long, stiff groan of a wolf escaped his throat.

She loved it. She loved that he wanted her so, that she was the one deciding what would happen, even if it was just for now. She was throbbing, both with the ache of her first time and pleasure of him teasing her in the places she wanted the most. And then she wanted it harder. She wanted to feel the edge. She wanted everything.

Her climax slammed against her as his did him. With a jerk, he pulled out of her, leaving her quivering and gasping.

He scooped her into his arms right away and pressed his face into her shoulder.