Highland Knight (Medieval Erotic Romance) (The One Knight Collection) (4 page)

Anna
met each thrust with her hips, gripping him with her legs, the rhythm seeming
to overtake her just as it did him. They panted and cried out as their bodies
slammed together, the friction becoming increasingly intense. Driving himself
into the tight warmth, he kissed frantically at her as her head fell back, her
face a picture of pleasure. With several more lunges, he felt her tighten
around him and she cried his name as she shattered in his arms. He came almost
immediately, gripping her tightly as the searing release shook him to his core.

Burying
his head in the crook of her neck, he lovingly kissed at her damp neck as she
trembled beneath him. Niall hoped it was the after-effects of her climax and
not the chill of the night that was causing her to shake. Lord knows, his own
legs were quaking.

He
grinned to himself. Trust him to fall in love with a Mackenzie woman, one that
had hated him on sight at that. She would make a formidable wife and he
suspected life would never be dull with Anna at his side.

***

Niall
helped Anna to her feet as he reluctantly retreated from her, and swiftly
picked up his discarded plaid, throwing it around her shivering shoulders.
Heedless of his own nudity, he spread out her plaid and coaxed her to lie with
him. Bundled together, their body heat quickly warmed them and Anna
instinctively curled into him.

Niall
brushed a kiss across her nose, absently fingering a dark curl. “Ye think ye
can stand me in yer bed more than once a month?” he asked teasingly.

“Aye,
I expect I can manage.”

“Ack,
lassie, donnae ye know yer meant to compliment a man after bedding him?”

She
smacked playfully at his arm. “Ye need no compliments, ye fool. Ye know well
enough what a fine job ye did.” She considered him seriously for a moment. “Ye
love me? Already?”

“Aye.
Already. Ye must be a witch for I donnae how but ye captured my heart.”

“Then
how is it that ye’ve captured mine?”

“Sinclair
charm,” he responded easily.

Anna
rolled her eyes. Somehow he
had
stolen her heart with his arrogant
charm. Mayhap they were always intended for one another. Their fathers were
certainly wiser than they were. She would always remain a Mackenzie, and she
knew Niall would never make her be anything else, but with Niall at her side
they could forge a new peace between the clans.

The
sunlight began to flicker over the horizon, announcing the arrival of the next
day as it bathed them in an amber glow. Anna sighed. She wished heartily that
this moment would never end. Niall leant over and gave her a sweet, lingering
kiss, sealing her wish that they could lay there forever.

Anna
was too absorbed in the taste of Niall to notice the creak of the door or the
two men that came to stand over them. It was only when their shadows fell across
their entwined bodies did Niall and Anna pause to see what it was. Both of them
followed the great trunks of legs, squinting to make out the features of the
intruders.

Anna
squealed and buried herself into his chest in embarrassment as she recognised
her father, his expression a mixture of surprise and satisfaction. Laird
Sinclair merely grinned.

Niall
shook his head with a groan, burying his head against Anna’s hair. “Ack, now
I’ll definitely have to marry ye.”

***************

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