Page 95 of Keepers of the Highland Crown
Stepping away from the table, directly center in the room, she took a deep breath as her insides shook from a swirl of wantand worry and determination. Her fingers pulled at the knot on the robe.
“I wish for you to seeallof me, Callum MacCade.”
Whoosh.Her woolen joined his clothes on the floorboards, and he leaned forward, his gaze raking over every speck of her.
A primal grin appeared. “Devine, my lady.”
He.
Thought.
Her.
Beautiful.
A bold strike swept her emotions as she reached down for the nearest lantern. Holding the light in her grasp, she slowly edged toward the bed. Once beside him, she handed him the lantern.
“Gaze as you wish, my Callum, I amyours.”
His fingers covered hers on the lantern’s handle, which he raised between them. His lips brushed her knuckles as they held the illumination together.
“The lantern is a symbol, my lady,” he declared, meeting her eyes. “A bright future lies ahead for us. For too long we have lingered in the darkness. Just like when one emerges from a cavern, the light is more blinding by intensity. Our days ahead shall be brighter thaneverbefore.”
She smiled and they set the lantern on the table beside the bed – together. Callum leaned up as his palms circled her lower back, pulling her near while she still stood with his lips finding the tip of her breasts as aroused as he was at his thigh’s juncture.
Her fingers wove into his hair as his name turned a moan on her lips when his tongue began circling her taut nipple. One palm remained at her back, holding her to him; his other caressed a path toward her garden of curls. His fingers beganto frolic in her petaled treasure. Her moans turned louder, quicker, but before she crested, he paused then lay back on the bed, bringing her with him to drape her over his body.
“Nella,” he murmured, “I have a wish as well.”
She looked down at him, her hair a veil about them. “Aye?”
“You remain atop.”
“Atop?”
She gasped at the strength he commanded when he grasped her hips, lifting her to place her in a straddling position above him, so her damp petals teased his shaft.
“My wish is foryouset our rhythm as I yearn to keep my hands over this glory here.” Her lips formed an O when his palms raised, covering both her breasts. “Perfect fit, my lady,” he growled. “Flawlessly made just for me.”
She covered her palms over his then lowered her hips to his – hard. Again and again and again, she lowered, till the room began echoing with cries by pleasure as the drapes on the bed shook by passion.
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Flawless!
Her courageous display had taken his breath as much as how she rode him in wild abandonment. He heard her panting matching his as he brushed his lips over her damp brow while they lay side by side.
“Nella, did you care for being atop?” He wove her closer to him till she draped over his torso as he lay back.
“Aye.” She sighed the word.
He grinned, resting his head on the pillow while her lips nuzzled kisses up his neck. Their bodies still quivered slightly by the fierceness in their mating. “There was only rapture this time, nae pain.” Her words were muffled against his flesh.
He spun her about, letting his palm trail down the curve belonging to her side. “It shall be this way, always.” His lips found a trail down the delicate curve on her collarbone while her fingers splayed across his slick back.
“Oh, my knight, may we remain here – always?”
If only they could. “We may; however, I believe the king and delegation may take issue.”
