Page 42 of Trapped By the Wicked Highlander
"Oh, Hunter. I will lose meself," she whispered.
"’Tis what I want to happen, Cassandra," he said, his voice thick with lust.
He pressed his hands into her thighs, opening them wider to him. She followed his encouragement and placed one foot on his shoulder. This drove him to a lustful frenzy.
His tongue moved with purpose over her rosebud. Cassandra's moans grew louder and louder. He felt her fingers twist in his hair.
Under his hands, her body tremored and shook as she released into ecstasy. Hunter drank of her honey juices, relishing in the moment.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The next day, Cassandra could not stop thinking about what happened the day before. Though she tried to focus on her work as she ground herbs, it was not enough to keep her mind off of it.
Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Hunter's lips on her breast. She felt the memory of the tingle of release and it made her blush.
A knock at the door of her workshop tore her from her thoughts.
"Enter," she said.
Hunter entered the door with a large basket. Cassandra felt the color rise to her cheeks even more than before.
"Hunter… I…" but it was all she could say.
"I've thought about what ye said before," he said.
"And what is that?" she asked.
"About me wee bairn," he said. He opened the door wider and revealed Elena in a day dress, her hair braided, with Leonora the hound at her side.
"Mistress Cassandra, would ye be so good as to have a bit of an afternoon in the meadows with me?" Elena asked.
Cassandra turned to Hunter with wide eyes.
"I thought about what ye said, that Elena should move about. Ye are right. She needs fresh air and sunshine, nae to mend fully. Nae surrounded by the remainin’ sick," he said.
Cassandra smiled.
I cannae believe I got through to him.
"It would be me honor, Lady Elena. Thank ye for the offer," Cassandra said.
With that Elena smiled, which made Cassandra's heart warm. She had come to love the little child very much.
The Scottish meadows stretched endlessly before them, a sea of emerald green speckled with wildflowers swaying in the breeze.
Rolling hills embraced the horizon, their peaks crowned with wisps of mist that clung stubbornly to the land. The scent of heather and damp earth filled the air, carried by the gentle wind that rustled through the tall grass. Birds soared overhead, their songs blending with the distant trickle of a brook winding through the valley.
Cassandra spread out a thick woolen blanket beneath a sturdy oak tree, its sprawling branches offering dappled shade from the sun.
Elena sat cross-legged beside her, eyes darting curiously between the wildflowers around them.
"Now daenae feel ashamed to rest and have lay down on the blanket if need be," Cassandra said.
"I understand, Mistress," Elena said.
Hunter, on the other hand, stood stiffly, arms crossed, as though unsure of what to do with himself.
Cassandra bit back a smile at his discomfort—he was a warrior, a laird, a man who faced battle without hesitation, yet a simple picnic with his daughter left him utterly lost.
