Page 93 of Highlander Lord Of Vengeance

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered with a rough breath, and she did, locking unto him.

He kept firm hold of her backside as he plunged in and out of her and she moaned enjoying every powerful thrust. She needed this, needed him, needed to know he desired her, took pleasure in her… loved her.

Passion surged and raged like the mighty snowstorm outside, building in intensity, demanding attention, seeking the satisfying calm after the storm.

But Esme wasn’t ready for the calm, she wanted to experience the very depths of it, feel it’s tremendous power, revel in it until… she cried out so near the edge but not wanting to fall off it just yet.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she pleaded, her sanity nearly gone devoured by the passion that surged uncontrollably through her body.

Ryland had no intention of stopping, he couldn’t if he wanted to, his need for her overpowering him. He feared he would never stop getting enough of her, never stop aching to slip inside her and never would he stop loving her.

He watched how she arched her body to meet his thrusts, saw the way they fit so perfectly, felt the immense pleasure surge through him and mount in leap and bounds.

His name tore from her lips. “RYLAND!”

It sent them both over the edge together, exploding as they tumbled in an endless abyss of pleasure.

It wasn’t until the last bit of satisfaction faded that Ryland dropped down on the bed beside her, both their legs hanging off the edge, both too spent to care.

He reached out to take hold of her hand and her slim fingers closed around his giving it a gentle squeeze, her strength waned from their lovemaking.

“I never thought I would be so pleased with a snowstorm,” he said, a chuckle in his voice.

She chuckled along with him. “I thought the same.”

“We share much alike, but then I knew we would when I first saw you. It was as though I knew in that instance we were made for each other.” He turned his head to her. “I just wish I had found a way to you sooner.”

Her brow narrowed.

Ryland was quick to ask, “What’s wrong?”

She felt the need to confess, for Ryland to know what she had done. “I fear I aided in Torrance’s death.”

His brow scrunched, confused. “You were not on the battlefield.”

“Nay, but my prayers held weight… I prayed daily that he would never return to me that the battle would claim him and I would be free.”

“It was a blade that took Torrance’s life, but more so it was his own evil. He tormented and hurt people more than anyone I know. Your prayers didn’t decide his fate… he made his own.”

She turned to roll against him and his arm went around her. “I will never understand how two brothers, twins, could be so different.”

“I had a far different father than Torrance. He didn’t lead his clan with fear like Torrance’s father did, nor did he tell me I was more important than others, wiser than others, a ruler whowas to be obeyed. Torrance’s father wanted influence and power. Torrance wanted more. He wanted to rule the Highlands, and he didn’t care who he used or hurt to obtain his goal.”

“And he feared you might stand in his way,” Esme said, “and now you may get what he wanted so badly, to rule Clan Glencairn.”

“If it proves true that I am Torrance’s twin brother.”

“The healer who delivered you and Torrance could confirm that and perhaps she will know why your mother separated you both.”

“Unless it wasn’t her choice.”

Esme frowned. “The secret deepens, but we won’t know unless we find the healer and hopefully Patrick can help us with that.”

Her stomach rumbled, and they both laughed.

“Your hunger is one problem we can solve now,” Ryland said.

They had barely gotten to their feet when the door burst open.

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