Page 72 of The Mad Highlander
Iris felt her heart almost stop at his words. She struggled to get her words out, she was so angry. “I’ve always had options,” she hissed. “After all ye have done for me, and after gettin’ to ken who ye truly are, why would I want anythin’ else other than to be yer wife? Tell me yer true feelin’s, Cayden.”
Cayden reached out, but Iris took a step back. He smiled at her, showing his pearly teeth. He stepped forward and reached out again, and this time, he was able to take hold of her upper arms.
“I only wanted ye to ken that I willnae force ye into anythin’ ye dinnae want to be forced into.”
Iris fought back the tears. “Do ye nae want me?”
Cayden shook his head in disbelief. “How can ye even ask that? I dinnae ken if there is anythin’ else in me life I have wanted more. I want to be with ye, Iris. I might be fightin’ for me life and me clan, but I’m fightin’ for ye, too. Ye can go back to yer castle if ye wish, but I would be much happier if ye stayed here with me when this is all done. How about that?”
Iris felt a tear slip down her cheek, but she didn’t wipe it away. It was not a tear of sadness.
“Aye, I can live with that,” she replied.
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“Iwillnae lose ye for tonight,” the Laird said, pulling Iris toward him.
He pulled so hard that her body practically slammed into his. She had no complaints about that after how she had felt for the past few days, and she didn't have a chance to complain when he pressed his lips to hers.
Iris moaned softly as a warm glow grew within her. She lost herself to the kiss, unable to think about anything. She didn’t want to think about anything. She didn’t want to think about them losing the battle and having the castle stormed or winning but the Laird losing his life in the process. She didn't want to think about anything.
The Laird forced his tongue forward, and it pushed through her lips. At the same time, he let out a deep growl that shook her entire body. She could feel the tension still in his body—he felt the same way she did.
Iris grabbed the back of Cayden’s head, intent on distracting him from what he felt. She didn’t want to kiss him like it might be their last, but that thought was implanted in the back of her mind.
Iris flicked her tongue against the Laird’s as they met. She fought with him, her frustrations seeping through, flicking her tongue back and forth as if it were a sword.
I want ye, Cayden!
Iris moaned deeply, all the way from the depths of her stomach when he placed his hands on her waist. They tightened around her, claiming her.
“Yes, I am yers,” she moaned through the kiss.
Cayden moved his head back, still gripping her waist tightly.
“Say that again,” he ordered, his teeth clenched.
“I am yers,” Iris said, her nostrils flaring. She wanted to fight and needed to do something. Her entire body was tense, her nerves ready to explode.
“Aye, ye are mine,” Cayden growled. “Come here.”
He pulled her forward again, his hands rising to just below her breasts. He placed his mouth on hers, parting her lips with histongue again. Iris fought back with more force this time, pushing his tongue back into his mouth and then biting his bottom lip.
Cayden growled and lifted her from the ground. He spun around and then tossed her onto the bed. Iris gasped in pleasure and panted as he strode to the bed to stand above her. Her eyes flicked to his crotch and the growing bulge beneath.
“Take off yer dress!” the Laird boomed.
Iris held his gaze and reached down to the hem of her dress, but she stopped. She breathed heavily through her nostrils, her heart beating so furiously that it felt like war drums in her chest. She wanted the Laird to ravage her, but she wanted to ravage, too.
“Nay!” Iris challenged. She pushed the hem of her dress down farther and pushed herself up the bed to put space between her and the Laird. “I want ye to remove yer shirt first.”
“Aye? Is that how it is?” he growled.
Iris trembled before him as he pushed his shoulders back and puffed out his chest.
Iris mustered as much courage as she could. “Aye, that is how it is.”
Cayden grabbed the front of his shirt, but he didn’t unbutton it. He grabbed the front in both hands and ripped it open.
