Highlander's Beautiful Liar A Scottish Medieval Highlander Romance Historical Novel - Adamina Young Page 0,45
her most private center? When they slipped over her sensitive nub, she jack-knifed up and gasped, but there was nowhere to escape the pleasure. Using every bit of his strength and power, he held her down and continue to pleasure her until she didn’t recognize herself as she writhed and moaned.
Then it hit her. An explosion that rocked her body and left her helpless and shuddering. Releasing her, Alec eased off the bed and removed his trousers, and when he returned, he spread every delicious inch of his naked body along next to her.
“Ye are going to do that again when I’m inside of ye,” he whispered sensuously as his hands traced up and down her arms while she continued to glow from her orgasm. She had no idea her own body could do that, and she couldn’t imagine doing it again. “And I am going to feel yer pleasure, Cora.”
He kissed her, hard and hot, while his hands stroked her and brought her alive. Bolder now, she reached for him to explore. He was so hard, all muscle and power, and so hot beneath her fingers. Listening to his breathing, learning what he liked, she fluttered her fingers over him until she found courage and grasped his hard length and squeezed.
Hissing, he jerked out from her touch. “Sorry,” she muttered as she clenched her fist. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Hurt me? Cora, ye slay me. I want this to be good, but I wilnae last if ye touch me like that.” With another kiss, he moved between her legs and reached between them. She was wet and aching for him again. “My wife. Mine.”
Then he slid into her, and she had to bury her face into his shoulders to keep from screaming. After a few strokes, he was inside of her, and she was clawing at his back.
“Easy,” he whispered. “Cora, I doona want to hurt ye. Ye must give yourself a chance to adjust.”
Adjust? She didn’t want to adjust. She wanted everything that he was able to give her, and she ignored his pleas and moved under him restlessly until he grunted and started to move. Slow and easy strokes until there was nothing but him, and for the first time since she’d entered Scotland, she understood the power of the highlander. Not just the brute strength, but the control and depths of their love.
And when she found her release, she cried out his name and held him until he spilled his seed and returned her embrace.
15
Addicted to the way Cora felt at night, he made sure that she was in his arms every night and the moments that he could steal during the day, but even inside her, he could tell that she was holding back.
So he focused his energy elsewhere. Training. Hunting. Learning more about his new clan. It made it easier to deal with the fact that his wife was holding back on him, even in bed when they were alone.
Three weeks had passed since the King had departed, and he could feel the suspicious eyes of Gaston almost everywhere he went, so when the King’s man cornered him one evening after dinner, he wasn’t surprised.
“Alec,” Gaston said in that nasally voice of his. “I cannot help but notice that ye havna been spending much time with yer wife.”
“I have been busy,” Alec said coldly as he eyed the man distastefully. He didn’t understand the reason for King Edward actually leaving someone here. They all knew that he and Cora were not a love match.
“Still, I believe that Innes Campbell is returning soon, and the King must be able to back his word.” He looked uneasy and took a deep breath. “May I suggest that ye take yer lovely wife on a picnic today so that the clan will have something to speak about when Innes does return? I have already had the cook pack something lovely for ye.”
A picnic? Alec groaned. He had too many things to do to play the happy husband, but he nodded. “Verra well. Please make sure my wife is ready within the hour.”
“Aye, Laird. I am sure that ye will have a lovely time.”
A lovely time. Just what was Gaston and the King up to?
Annoyed at having to adjust his duties, he met up with his men. “I have something that I need to take care of,” he told Stephen stiffly. “I trust that ye will be able to run the training session without me?”