Highlander's Touch (24 page)

“I dinna want to hurt ye.” He stared at her wrists, his jaw tight in anger at her injuries. “I have another idea.”

Ewan climbed nude from the bed and grabbed his belt from the floor. He strapped the belt to the headboard leaving a loop dangling. “I want ye to hold it, but first I need to get ye as naked as myself.”

Shona started to grab the hem, but Ewan brushed her hands aside.

“Let me do it, beautiful.” His eyes glistened with want, sending a fresh thrill running through her.

Her sex was wet, and the firing bundle of nerves between her thighs throbbed with the need for his attention. She lifted her buttocks in the air as he slowly slid her gown up to her hips, his fingers dragging over her thighs, massaging the skin there, and leaving a wave of goose bumps in his wake.

As he revealed her drenched folds, a wicked grin curved his lips.

“What about down here, lassie? What secrets do ye hold?”

She not only sensed, but also could see, the thrill of his arousal as his cock seemed to grow impossibly harder than it already was.

He bent forward, kissing her hipbone. He trailed his lips, and hot breath, over her belly to her other hipbone where he bit her softly.

Shona groaned, her legs falling open, and a waft of air caressing seductively over her slit.

Ewan skimmed his lips lower, the stubble of his beard scraping erotically over her sensitive skin, but he didn’t go right for her pink pearl. He nuzzled her lips, her inner thighs. Teased his tongue around her opening.

Of its own accord, her pelvis angled up. Where her mind had slowly lost its sense, her body knew what it wanted, searching out his tongue to stroke the firing bundle of nerves. Ewan chuckled.

“Eager, lassie, are ye not?”

“Aye,” she moaned, gripping tight to the belt loop above her. She wanted so bad to thread her fingers through his hair, to tug tight and force his mouth to her throbbing flesh. He continued to tease her, blowing hot air upon her, then licking, sucking, kissing, brushing his lips over every part of her but that
one
spot. “Please, Ewan.”

Back arched, palms cutting into the leather, and legs parted wide, she bucked upward as he finally slicked his tongue over her nub. He flicked. He swirled. He rubbed. When she got used to one pattern, felt her body spark toward a climax, he changed, keeping her forever in a tormented peak without letting her teeter off.

She moaned as she rocked against his face. She slid her feet over his ribs. He gripped each hand beneath her buttocks and lifted her off the bed as he devoured her body like it was his last meal. Shona held tight to the belt like it was a lifeline, but she was dangerously close to letting go of that hold and gripping onto him as though her life depended on it.

“Keep your hands on that belt, but let your body go, love, let me feel your cunny flutter on my tongue.” He stabbed his tongue deep into her slit while he scraped his teeth and upper lip gently over her bud.

There was nothing she could do but succumb to the incredible pressure that had built so deliriously inside her. In that one tiny move, her entire body broke apart, trembling madly. Thighs quaked against his face. A gasp that seemed to suck all the air from the room. A pleasure-filled cry that shook the rafters. All the decadent energy that swarmed from his wicked tongue exploded in a torrent of scorching sensations that left her weak, yet craving more.

Ewan crawled up the length of her body, pulling her thighs apart and putting one of her ankles on each of his shoulders. His cock jutted between them, glistening with a drop of moisture on the tip. Shona licked her lips, wanting to taste it. Wanting to fist his shaft in her hand and devour it like he’d done to her.

Her lover groaned. “Och, lass, dinna look at me like that. I want this to last and with the hunger written so plainly on your face, I’m likely to spend right here, right now.”

Shona met his gaze, the both of them breathing hard and a sheen of sweat gleaming on their skin. All of the sudden, she was overcome with emotion, not just fueled by her desire for pleasure, but her wish to spend the rest of her days with this man. “I love ye.”

“I love ye, too.” Ewan leaned down, stretching her legs as he went and kissed her. The head of his shaft pushed into her opening as he did so, and she gasped.

Her breasts crushed against his chest, nipples aching and then he thrust home, burying himself to the hilt inside her. Their mingled groans were far-off to the hammering of her heart in her ears. He crushed his lips to hers in a sizzling, demanding kiss that sent spirals of ecstasy tunneling through her. When she thought she’d never catch her breath, his lips seared a path over her chin to her neck and then lower, until he captured a nipple between his teeth and suckled. Hard.

Slowly Ewan withdrew, lifting his head, he pressed his lips back to hers, his tongue plundering her mouth as his cock slammed back inside. With her ankles on his shoulders, her pelvis was tilted in a way that made the head of his shaft hit her at a different erotic, earth-shattering angle. Shona’s mouth fell open as he hammered inside her, every stroke sending a spark of intensely enjoyable sensation rocketing through her.

All the while she held tight to the belt, letting him completely own her. Moan after moan left her lips. Between licking, nipping, and sucking her nipples, he kissed her mouth.

“Your body is mine.
Ye
are mine.”

Shona abandoned herself to the swirl of emotion colliding inside her, finally allowing herself to completely surrender to Ewan’s masterful seduction.

“Aye, Ewan. I am yours, completely and always.”

His forehead fell to hers, their eyes locked on one another as they found a tempo that bound their bodies together. Flames licked at her inner thighs, her sex, and no amount of aroused moisture could put out the blaze. In fact, every move only heightened her enjoyment. Each stroke was so potent with pleasure, it seemed as though she had a mini-climax with every thrust.

“Ye’re exquisite,” he groaned. “I canna hold back much longer.”

“Please dinna! Oh, Ewan!” She gasped in sweet torment as waves of throbbing ecstasy rocked her to the core. Shona was no longer in control of her limbs, everything sang with sensation and shook with her release.

Ewan drove deep inside her, harder, faster, sweat trickling down from his temples and an erotic growl ripping from his throat. As his pace slowed, he kissed her tenderly, sucking on her lower lip. He fell to the side, and pulled her flush against him.

“Ye can let go of the belt now,” he murmured, a satisfied smile on his face.

“I’m not sure I can,” Shona said, stretching out her legs and smiling. She let go, and wrapped her arms around Ewan. “That was amazing.”

“Saints, love, it was beautiful.”

He lazily traced the soft lines of her body while kissing her tenderly.

“No luckier man could I be, for Fate brought ye to me.”

Shona smiled, knowing that he was right—in so many more ways than what he meant.

Two weeks later…

SHONA eyed Ewan from across the room. The night before had been incredible. It seemed every night they spent together outshone the previous. Her happiness in marriage bubbled over into every aspect of her life.

A storm had raged all through their lovemaking, and the morning brought with it a beautiful clear sky. Rays of sunshine gleamed through the open windows of their bedchamber, warming the damp chill in the room, and giving way to all sorts of tawdry thoughts, wishes, and every one of them having to do with the brawny Highlander stretching himself awake in their shared bed.

The past two weeks in the castle had been amazing. Everyone had been so welcoming and she’d not had to worry about a single pointed finger or word of witchcraft. She’d not believed it before, but now she found herself trusting wholeheartedly that she could live a contented life here with the Grant clan and Ewan—her
husband
.

The fact that he was hers had still not fully sunk in, and she felt like she had to pinch herself every few minutes to see if it was real. But it
was
real and she was
still
here. She’d not yet told her husband about her traveling through time, and she wasn’t quite sure when a good time would be. She did want to tell him, but she needed to get her memories back first, else he think her a madwoman. Emma had promised to help. They planned to have their first
session
, as Emma called it, in just a few days’ time.

Ewan was her husband, her soul mate, and he deserved the truth. Just not yet. She had to be able to tell him everything. And hopefully, in time, she could.

They were still enjoying an extended honeymoon as the MacDonalds had not yet come back to seek their vengeance, and she planned to enjoy every minute of it.

Ewan rolled up on one elbow and flashed her a wicked grin. “Morning, lass.”

“Good morning, husband. How are ye feeling?” She still worried over all the injuries his body had worked to heal from—though after a few days, he’d not seemed to notice he was hurt at all. Somebody had to worry…

“I’ve not felt so good in days. Me thinks ye’ve the healing touch.” He added a wink at the end, which sent Shona’s body into a tailspin. Just that slight blink of one eye had a way of making her come undone.

She gulped as he stood, bare, save for the sprinkling of hair on his chest, legs, and the thatch that surrounded his proudly standing cock. Zounds, but her entire body now flamed, sparking erotic sensations between her thighs.

“I have your plaid,” she blurted out, standing up and turning around to figure out where she’d neatly folded it after retrieving it from one of the clans’ washerwomen.

Ewan grabbed hold of her arm and spun her around, pulling her flush against him. “I’ve no need for a plaid just yet.”

Ewan grasped her chin, bent down and brushed his lips tenderly over hers. Too tenderly. A tease, he was. He pulled back, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip.

“Ye’re so beautiful.”

“Thank ye,” she whispered, searching his eyes.

Love filled their depths making her belly warm. Ewan wrapped his arms around her, tucking her close. “Every time I look at ye, I am so overcome with love.” He laughed. “I used to tease Logan about such. Used to tell him he’d been whipped into submission.”

She couldn’t hold back the smile of joy that touched her lips. “And now?”

“Och, now I know ’tis witchcraft.”

Shona playfully tried to smack him, but he caught her arm in his grip and lifted her into the air, and then he kissed her soundly.

The End… for now…

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Highlander Undone

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