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‘Worry not, love,’ he whispered as though he could read her thoughts and fears. ‘Move like this.’ His body arched beneath her, driving him further inside and making her gasp. She felt every inch of him there.
With her feet on the floor and her hands on his shoulders, she could push her body along his thighs and control his depth and, as her body blossomed with heat during each movement, the pleasure. She let her head fall back as she concentrated on how to move. Then, at some point, she forgot it all and just moved.
His mouth on her breasts intensified the throbbing between her legs. When he sucked on the sensitive nipple of one, she moaned out in pleasure. He thrust his hips, aiding in her movements until she could onlyfeel...everything! Her skin burned, her body ached and needed more, more of him, more friction inside, more...
When Rob moved to torture the other nipple, cupping his hands under her breasts and flicking his thumbs across the tightened tips, it was like there was a rope connecting all the aroused places inside of her to every other place in her body. His thumb teased the tip and she felt the pull of it throughout her. When he took the nipple inside between his teeth, she screamed out. Her body trembled and shook, the tension building and burning through her.
He laughed against her skin and she shuddered.
The touch of his hand, sliding down over her and searching between her legs, surprised her. He put his other hand behind her head and pulled her mouth to his. Then, he tormented her, his tongue deep in her mouth while his fingers searched and teased. The feel of him inside and out, moving deeper and faster, excited her even more. But the moment when he found some small spot with his finger and touched it, caressing it and pressing against it, tore all reason from her.
Her body careened out of control and she moaned against his mouth as the pleasure peaked and exploded in her. Her muscles clenched around his flesh until she felt his release within her. Rob became relentless then, until Lilidh could not do a thing. How many times had she cried his name? How many times had her body reached that peak and fallen over? She knew not.
Exhausted, she fell against him and felt his arms surround her, holding her close as his heart and breathing returned to its normal pace. Hers? Hers might havestopped altogether for all she knew. Minutes passed but she could not move away from him. Her legs would not obey her commands and the rest of her was held captive by the blissful lethargy that filled her blood now.
* * *
Some time later, the chill air in the chamber on her still-sweaty skin reminded her of her nakedness and
her position on his legs. He gradually eased out of her and she felt empty again. Embarrassed now by her lack of reserve, she thought about what she should say to him.
What did a well-born, well-raised noblewoman say to her lover after such a display of unashamed lust?
He kissed the top of her head and then rubbed her back in a soothing motion. ‘Did that hurt?’ he asked quietly.
‘No,’ she said, lifting herself off his chest and meeting his gaze. ‘Not my leg.’
‘Was it too much too soon after...?’ His eyes searched her face. ‘After the first time.’
She stroked his face and kissed him. ‘No. It was...wondrous.’ That was the only word she could think of.
‘Yes,’ he said, kissing her back. ‘Wondrous.’
‘And now?’ she finally asked, uncertain about what to do next.
‘Now, I carry you to that bed and we get under the warm covers,’ he said. ‘It is getting cold in here.’
Rob rose to his feet without moving her and then lifted her into his arms. He laughed as he tossed her on the bed and pulled the covers down. Soon they were lying in his bed with his arms around her. At first,touching skin to skin seemed very strange, but his warmth and the easy way he touched her soothed any misgivings she might have.
* * *
Lilidh did not know when she fell into sleep’s grasp, but she knew when she awoke. Lying on her side, his hand caressed her breast, tickling and teasing it gently. His mouth kissed her ear and his breath sent shivers of heat through her body. When her body arched against him, he slipped his hand further down.
He hardened between their bodies as he stroked her. Without a word, he eased her hips back towards him and slid between her thighs. This time he built the need within her slowly and quietly until she shattered under his touch and his possession.
* * *
Lilidh lost count of the times and the ways in which they joined through that night, but when dawn’s light shone through the windows of his bedchamber she knew one thing.
Though she might leave here and return to Lairig Dubh, her heart would always remain with Rob. For in that night filled with pleasure and passion, he’d made her feel whole again for the first time since her body had been torn apart.
Chapter Nineteen
The next two days passed by quickly for Rob—he barely stopped in one place for more than a few minutes. Tasks awaited him around every corner.
The meeting with the elders went well. Though they would not relent and release Lilidh as he wanted them to do, he did gain their support for him to handle the coming negotiations with the MacLeries. Even
Murtagh begrudgingly accepted his plan to get out of this peacefully.
