Page 63 of Healing the Highland Sinner
As she rose and fell on his lap, impaling herself on his stalk over and over again, she created waves in the water around them that slopped over the lip of the tub. Rosalind’s moans of pleasure echoed around the stone chamber, blending with Ellair’s deep, gruff grunts as she slammed herself up and down on him, piercing her very core with his manhood.
“Hell,” he gasped.
As the familiar warmth and pressure built up inside of her, Rosalind dug her nails into Ellair’s shoulders, gripping him tightly as she moved harder and faster on top of him. He sucked in a sharp breath, a grimace on his face. She gasped.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Dinnae stop,” he moaned. “Dinnae ye dare bleedin’ stop.”
A slow grin split her lips and she dug in tighter, moved faster, bounced on his staff with a hard, steady rhythm. Ellair slid his hands down and gripped her backside, squeezing it, pulling a sharp squeal of surprise and then a laugh out of her. Ellair leaned forward, his full lips brushing her neck then her ear, sending a wave of tingles across her skin.
“Harder,” he moaned, his breath warm up on her cheek. “Harder, lass.”
She did as he asked and slammed herself onto his staff even harder, her movements purposely fast and vicious. Their kiss was as fierce as their coupling, his tongue filling her mouth and stealing her breath with its intensity. He squeezed her backside harder, guiding her in the rhythm he wanted her to move. Their bodies joined together, they moved and rocked, and her breathing grew ragged as her heart raced wildly.
The pressure built to a crescendo and when she reached her peak, Rosalind threw her head back and cried out, her screams of pleasure echoing around the cave. As she shuddered and writhed on his lap, she felt his staff swell and a long, languidgroan passes his lips as he raised his hips, driving himself as deep inside of her as he could and then exploded.
Rosalind gasped at the sudden burst of warm, sticky seed that filled her up and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as a quavering smile crossed her lips. Her skin tingled and grew warm, and her face flushed as she felt his staff twitching and pulsing. She squeezed him with her inner muscles, milking him for every last drop.
She pressed her forehead to his and with their gazes locked, they both let out a soft, quavering laugh. He kissed her softly and pulled her to him. Rosalind laid her head on his shoulder and shivered as he trailed the tips of his fingers up and down her back. She embraced the quiet of the moment. For once, all the problems and stresses she labored under fled from her mind. It was a nice respite from her constant worry about Blaine, her rage at Sinclair, and the fear of having a man like Ewan constantly trying to take her head.
As the water in the pool around them settled, Rosalind gave herself over to the heat soothing her body and the man who soothed her mind. She and Ellair clung together tightly, seeming to take comfort in each other. And when she looked into his eyes, her heart swelled. She never expected to feel for somebody the way she felt for Ellair. He had brought parts of her heart and soul she’d long thought dead and buried, back to life. He put a warmth in her heart she hadn’t felt in a very, very long time.
Although she feared it, she also rejoiced in it. And she was able to, because she could see that he felt exactly the same way. Theyhad never spoken of it, had never shared their feelings for each other. But the way he looked at her told Rosalind all she needed to know. He loved her. And she loved him.
However, as she looked into his eyes, that fear she’d seen earlier returned and seemed to have brought with it something else… guilt.
“What is it?” she asked.
He swallowed hard and frowned. “There’s somethin’ I need tae tell ye.”
Those words and the strange look on his face drove a lance of fear into her heart and as her stomach churned with a greasy, nauseous feeling, she swallowed hard.
“All right,” she said, trying to steel herself. “What is it?”
CHAPTER 28
They slipped out of the pool and rather than reveling in the afterglow of their passion, Ellair got dressed, with a sense of dread gripping his soul. He sat on a rock and pulled on his boots, watching Rosalind do the same across from him. She finished first and stepped over to Ellair, staring down at him with a curious but nervous expression on her face. He tugged on his boots and tried to swallow down the lump in his throat as he got to his feet.
As he looked into Rosalind’s emerald green eyes, he felt his heart swell in his chest. She made him feel things he never had imagined himself feeling before. She had opened him up in ways he never thought he could. Without even trying, Rosalind had kicked down doors in his heart, which he’d long ago boarded up and vowed to himself he would never open again.
And yet now, staring into the eyes of the woman he knew he’d come to love, he knew he would shatter that bond that had grown between them. She too, like everybody else in his life,would go away. But this time, he had nobody to blame but himself.
And yet, Ellair knew if he did not do this himself, somebody else would. he knew if somebody else were to share the truth with Rosalind, it would be even worse than sharing it himself. Perhaps, if he came clean with her, there would be some path back to redemption. If he did not, he knew that path would be forever burned.
“What is it then?” she asked. “What is it ye needed tae tell me?”
He sighed and ran a hand through his wavy locks and tried to quell the churning in his belly. Ellair swallowed and licked his lips, his mouth suddenly as dry as desert sand. Unable to meet her gaze, he could feel Rosalind’s eyes pressing down on him.
“Get on with it. What is it?”
Ellair turned and stared out at the ocean across the sand, watching the white foam of the waves break onto the shore. He suddenly wished he and Rosalind could abscond somewhere across the sea and live a life together, free of smugglers and lairds, free of those who moved them about like pieces on a chessboard. A life free of all their fears and feelings, save for those they held for each other. A life free to be together, to be happy.
For a time, Ellair’s life had been simple and he’d been happy enough. He had not wanted much and truly desired even less. But then Laird Gunn had put him in front of Rosalind andeverything had changed. She’d stormed into his life and turned it all upside down. All of a sudden, instead of being content to do his duty, his loyalty to his own laird without question, now he wanted more. He wanted Rosalind. He wanted her more than anything he’d ever wanted in his entire life.
And now, he was about to lose her.
“Ellair,” she pressed. “What is it?”
