The Betrayal - By Ruth Langan Page 0,33
And then she was wrapping herself around him, taking him in deeper, and he was lost.
He framed her face with his hands and stared into her eyes as he began to move. Half-mad with desire, she moved with him.
“Kylia. Oh, my lovely Kylia.” He saw her eyes widen as she struggled to focus on him.
“Grant.” His name was torn from her lips as together they began to climb higher, then higher still.
Their breathing was labored, their hearts pumping furiously as they soared to the heavens and shattered into millions of tiny stars.
Chapter Eleven
They lay, still joined, their breath coming hard and fast as they struggled to settle.
Grant pressed his mouth to her temple and tasted the salt of her tears.
Tears?
He rolled to one side and gathered her into his arms, brushing away the moisture with his thumbs. “I’ve hurt you. Forgive me, Kylia. It was selfish of me to want…”
“Nay.” She touched her hand to his mouth to still his words. “You didn’t hurt me. It was just so—” she searched for a way to make him understand “—incredible. Is it always like this?”
His poor heart took one hard bounce, then returned to its natural rhythm. He’d feared it might never beat again.
“It is if the two lovers truly care about each other.”
Lovers. The word caused a flutter in the pit of her stomach.
“And are we…?” She licked her lips. “Do you…?”
Seeing her confusion, he pressed his mouth to her temple. “We are and I do.”
“You…love me?”
“Aye.” He whispered the word against her mouth. “If you’ll let me, I’ll show you how very much I love you, my beautiful Kylia, in a hundred different ways. Starting with this.” He ran kisses over her face, her throat, then lower, to her breast, and heard her rapid intake of breath.
Aware that he was fully aroused once more, she pushed away and stared up at him in surprise. “Is this possible? Again?”
He nibbled her neck, sending delicious tremors all through her body. “Not only possible, but extremely pleasurable, my lady.”
“Aye.” She shivered and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving herself up completely to his ministrations. “You have the most amazing powers, my lord.”
“You see, my lady. You’re not the only one.” The warmth of his laughter trickled over her senses as he drew her close and began to show her, in the only way he could, just what she meant to him.
As the night wore on, the two lovers were so wrapped up in each other, neither of them felt the way the wind picked up, chilling their heated flesh while sending the branches of the trees thrashing about wildly. Overhead, dark clouds billowed and boiled as thunder rumbled in the distance.
From deep in the forest came the chilling howl of a wolf. Grant lifted his head and struggled to hear over the wild beating of his heart. Just then lightning flashed across the midnight sky, followed by a rumble of thunder that shook the earth beneath them.
He dragged air into his lungs and waited for his head to clear. When he looked down at Kylia, he could see her struggling to calm her ragged breathing as well.
His first inclination was to curse the elements. Instead he touched a hand to her cheek. “It would seem that nature is against us, my lovely Kylia. From the sound of that thunder, we’re directly in the path of the storm. It wouldn’t be wise to remain here.”
“Where will we go?” Her words were little more than a whisper.
“Since neither of us is in the mood to sleep now, I think we’d be wise to take up our journey until we find shelter.” He caught her chin and tipped her face to stare into her eyes. “Do you believe me when I say I wish it were otherwise?”
Her breath came out in a long, slow sigh. “Aye. For I wish it, too. But I’ve no desire to be struck by lightning in a Highland forest.”
“Especially when, by this time on the morrow, we’ll be warm and dry within my fortress. My first concern must be your safety and comfort, my lady. My love,” he added softly, sending her heart soaring.
When they were dressed he caught her hand and twined his fingers with hers, aware that both of them were trembling.
He took up his sword. “Come. We’ll saddle the horse and be on our way.”
When they reached the campfire, they saw the wolf pup still sleeping in his wrap.
Kylia looked down at the little mound of