Page 67 of Taken By the Heartless Highlander
His hands came up either side of her waist, pinning her to the tree. The basket fell from her fingers, its contents scattering across the forest floor.
“And what if I demand ye explain,” she breathed.
He growled, “Then ye will be given the same answer.”
His hips finally pushed forward and rubbed against her. She was unable to suppress the moan that fell from her lips as her head fell back, knocking against the oak behind her. Her fingers gripped the wood to steady her as she felt him thrust against her again.
“I told yer brother I was a man of honor?” he groaned, his cheek rubbing against hers as he fought with himself.
“Ye daenae need to worry about me brother. Soon we will all be gone for good.”
At those words, Noah pushed her roughly back, his fingers coming to rest on her waist before he gripped her tightly, and she gasped as one hand came up to caress her breast through the fabric of her dress.
“Is that what ye want?” he asked, his lips moving to her neck, whispering against her flesh, and just as her own fingers dug into his hair, she felt the exquisite pleasure of his tongue probing at her throat, the wicked tip moving up to her jaw as his teeth raked against her flesh.
“Noah,” she panted, pulling at his hair, and he groaned, crushing her until she could barely breathe. She had never felt heat like it and never wanted it to end.
“Say it again,” he whispered, “say me name again.”
She shuddered, “Noah,” she breathed as his hands tightened on her back, and he pulled her whole body against his, his hands moving down to her waist, his fingers running over her stomach and pushing downward until they found the space between her legs.
He thrust his fingers forward, making her cry out with need as she felt the tips rub against her, the fabric dulling the pleasure and making her groan with desire as the hard length of him rutted into her thigh without mercy.
“Ye aremine,”he growled, “ye speak when I say, do as I say andleavewhen I say.”
In an instant, his hands gripped the layers of her dress, pulling it up to her hips as his hand plunged back beneath it. She groaned as his fingers pushed into the wet heat of her body again, shockingly fast and deep, bringing her hips forward in a wild thrust she could barely contain.
“Ye’ll take this, and ye’ll thank me for it. Ye’ll pleasure yer laird as he sees fit.”
She trembled, half sobbing at the pleasure he evoked within her, but as his mouth moved to take hers, she remembered the words he had spoken with vibrant clarity.
He wanted distance, yet he wanted to control her; he wanted a marriage, yet they would live separate lives.
Everything he did was a contradiction, and she had allowed herself to be sucked in by him yet again.
“Nay!” she said as she shoved at his hands, wincing as he was pulled free from her aching body. He took a step back, staring at her in bewilderment. “Ye dinnae want me in yer life as anythin’ more than a damsel in distress, yet ye treat me like ye own me. Ye dinnae wish to claim me, but nae other man may do it! Ye have had yer chance, Noah Black, and now it is over!”
CHAPTER26
“He’s building an army.”
Noah looked up from the letter he was writing and frowned at Callum, who walked into his study and closed the door behind him.
As he did so, Noah realized that the candles had burned low at the wick and the fire was now only embers. He had been lost in his thoughts for many hours, and it was already late afternoon outside.
“Who?” Noah asked, but he knew it could only be one man.
“The priest,” Callum replied gravely. “He is amassing a great followin' to claim the witch and get her back. Clearly, he doesnae believe his business with her is concluded.”
Noah thought back to the note Keira had given him a few days before, those ominous words he had not had the heart to repeat aloud.
I’ll cure ye, and we will be together.
He felt a shiver run down his spine at that threat. He didn’t believe the priest really wanted to kill Keira. He wanted to weaken her, leaving her with no choice but to accept his hand, and then he would have her, just as he’d wanted all along.
“How many?”
“A few hundred at least. It isnae just Donaldson either; he has polluted the minds of anyone he came across, including some in our own clan. They may be ill-equipped to face soldiers, but they’ll overwhelm us in terms of numbers. I think we underestimated him.”
