Page 75 of The Highlander's Illicit Bride
Looking her in the eye, Struan pulled his fingers out of her.
“I need ye inside of me,” she said. “I want it. Now.”
Isolde spread her legs as he stepped forward. Struan leaned down and kissed her as he nestled the tip of his staff between her slick, velvety folds. With a gentle thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside of her. Isolde gripped his shoulders, her fingernails digging into him through the cloth of his tunic. As he drew in a sharp breath, she let out a long, shuddering moan.
She clung to him tightly as he started thrusting himself into her, burying himself deep in her. His body tingled and his skin grew hot to the touch. She was so tight around him and the sound of her breathy cries fueled the passion coursing wildly through him. He slipped his hands around and cupped her backside, pulling her closer to him as he drove his shaft deeper into her.
“Ye feel so good,” he grunted.
“Aye. So dae ye,” she gasped.
They writhed together, bodies colliding in a steady, sinuous rhythm. Struan stared deeply into Isolde’s eyes, the heat he saw in them making his heart and stomach lurch. As his shaft slid along her slippering inner walls, infusing his member with her heat, Struan felt himself growing taut. Felt himself growing thicker and more engorged inside of her, making the fit even tighter. Tendrils of fire crawled along his skin and his stomach churned wildly.
Isolde’s grip on his shoulders tightened, almost painfully, but Struan clenched his jaw and thrust himself even deeper into her. She threw her head back and cried out, shaking uncontrollably as her climax came crashing down over her. Isolde clung to him as she came, and her sex gripped him even harder. He groaned and felt his shaft swell and twitch. A moment later, his cries of passion joined hers as he erupted, filling her with his warm, thick seed.
They didn’t move for a long moment, their breath quickened, their bodies trembling as they floated along the currents ofecstasy. Isolde eventually raised her face to his and smiled. Struan leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead then offered her a smile.
“Ye’re never goin’ tae be alone again,” he said softly. “Nae so long as I draw breath.”
“Then I’m a lucky girl.”
His smile twisted wryly. “Aye. Ye are.”
Isolde laughed and slapped his chest. “Ye’re a beast.”
“Aye. But I love ye.”
“And I love ye too.”
He folded her into a warm embrace and Struan closed his eyes knowing it was he who was the lucky one. And he intended to show that to her every day for the rest of their lives together.
CHAPTER 33
Three days later, Isolde couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she walked hand-in-hand around the castle with Struan, who was surprisingly quiet after the council meeting he had had in the morning. She had never imagined she could feel the sort of happiness he inspired in her. Nor did she ever, in her wildest imagination, believe she could be as loved as he made her feel—or love as deeply in return. Every moment she spent with Struan felt like a treasure. An unexpected gift. And she fully intended to relish every single moment they had together.
Their wedding night had been unforgettable—a passion she never imagined she’d feel. Then, true to his word, he had taken her to the sparring yard the following morning and taught her fighting stances and movements that could one day save her life.
“Where are we goin’?” she asked.
“Ye’ll see.”
She smiled at him as they walked out to the yard where her new horse Skye, was already saddled and waiting for them. Struan took the reins from the stable boy, who also handed him a pack, and gave him a nod and word of thanks. After settling the pack on his shoulders, he turned to Isolde and picked her up. She never failed to marvel at how easily he lifted her. It was as if she weighed nothing at all to him. Once he’d settled her into the saddle, he climbed up behind her then handed her the reins.
“She’s yer horse,” he said. “I expect ye tae take the lead.”
With a giggle, she took the reins from him and Struan slid his hands down her arms, settling them on her waist, sending a warm, delicious tingle through her body. She smiled and leaned into him.
“Are ye sure ye dinnae want tae go back tae our chambers instead?” she purred.
His laughter was a deep rumble that spread through her body like warm water. She closed her eyes and absorbed it.
“We’ll have plenty of time for that. Believe me when I say we’ll make time,” he replied but she felt like he was not sure of his words which perplexed her. “But let’s go fer a ride, I want tae show ye me favorite place in the lands.”
Struan leaned close, his lips brushing her ear and his warm breath washing across her neck. Isolde shuddered, her body tingling. Biting her bottom lip to contain her smile, she got Skye moving. The big mare trotted across the yard and through theopen gates in the curtain wall with ease. Soon, they were moving down the well-worn road and out into the open fields that surrounded Achnacarry.
The sun showered them in its golden light and the day was pleasantly warm. In the distance, tall, craggy peaks stood silent sentinel over the land and scattered, puffy clouds drifted lazily through the azure sky above. Just seeing the natural beauty made her heart swell.
“’Tis beautiful out here,” she said, admiring the landscape.
