Page 21 of Highlander's Rebellious Affair
She jumped out of the chair and walked to meet him in the middle of the chamber. “Ian–” she whispered, and he stepped closer and pulled her to him. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and she relaxed into his embrace.
“How is Orlaith?” she asked, her head resting on his chest. He pulled back and replied.
“She is safe, I am sure ye are wonderin’ what is goin’ on.”
Hope nodded, and he led her to the bed so they could sit. “Orlaith knew my faither,” he began and Hope listened as he told her about his suspicions about his father’s death, and his uncle’s involvement in that death.
“There’s more,” he said when she whispered how sorry she was to him, and hugged him, offering the only kind of comfort she could. Still in her embrace, Ian added. “She kens about the secret of the Treasure of Galloway. It is a long-time secret passed down from generations of lairds in Galloway, and my faither had no clue that he would die so soon, so he didn’t get a chance to tell me the secret, but I have reason to believe that he must have told her.
“I have to get the treasure before my uncle does, this is the only way I can avenge my faither’s death, and take back the Lairdship that belongs to me.”
“Orlaith is nay sane most times, are ye sure ye can trust what she says?”
He shook his head. “I dinnae trust it, but I can find clues in whatever she says, there is just somethin’ about her that makes me believe I can.”
He pulled back so he could cup her chin and look into her eyes. Hope smiled at him warmly, and framed his cheeks with her hands too. “I will support ye in any way that I can, Ian,” she said.
“Thank ye,” he whispered, and a moment of silence passed between them. Hope was shivering inside with anticipation as she watched him, and he leaned in and kissed her. It was all the encouragement she needed. She wrapped her arms around him and moved closer to him so that their bodies touched.
“Make love to me, Ian,” she whispered, and his low groan made her burn hotter for him.
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“Iwant to make love to ye, Hope, with everything in me,” he replied and kissed her again, this time he bit her lower lip, licked the spot, then slipped his tongue into her mouth as his hands moved under her silk nightdress and roamed her soft skin.
She smelled so nice, like lavender, but her hair smelled of citrus from whatever oil she put in her bath water. The blend of scents aroused his senses and he took in a deep breath so he could fill his insides with the scent.
Ian made her stand on her feet and he let his gaze roam her body. The light from the fireplace illuminated her curves and he could make out her perfect figure through the sheer material of her nightdress. He untied the sash and pushed the robe off her shoulders, and it fell to her feet. Next he lifted the gown over her head and tossed it to the ground, then ran his hands over her naked body.
She was perfect, her body softly rounded, like it was made for a man’s pleasure. For his pleasure, he thought, because no other man could have her now that she was his. He kissed her again, and let his hands roam her body and trace her curves, he pressed her against his mounting pleasure so she could feel it, and he heard her whimper.
Ian swept her off her feet and placed her on the bed, then removed his leine and kilt before he joined her. Her soft lips parted when he came back to kiss them and he slid his tongue over her lower lip, and then the upper, slowly tasting her and drawing out a moan from her.
Slowly, he kissed his way around her neck, then down to her soft mounds of her breast. He took one nipple in his mouth and suckled, while his hand caressed her second breast.
Her moans brought him pleasure while hers heightened and he couldn’t wait to taste the rest of her. Her hands moved to his chest and she ran it over his body, her soft touch made him heat up, and his hardness pressed against her thighs.
Ian kissed her abdomen, wondering at how she would be shaped when she carried his child, and his tongue trailed a path down to the soft, wet mound between her legs.
Hope cried out his name and shivered. He gently pushed her legs apart and used his tongue to pleasure her as he feasted on her delicate area. She tasted sweet like nectar and it heightened his arousal, and made him want to devour her.
“Ian,” she continued to whisper as he kissed her on her thighs, then gently flipped her around and continued kissing her. Hope’s legs shook on the bed, but Ian was nowhere satisfied with pleasuring her.
Minutes later, when he had kissed every other inch of her body, he slipped one finger to her and stroked lightly. She clutched the sheets and he saw her lip’s part. Ian kissed her, swallowing her moans, and continued to stroke her, his mouth busy with the heat they ignited.
Her soft moans filled him, and he removed his finger and moved to replace it with his body. “This will hurt a little, Love,” he whispered, his voice tight, and his forehead wet with sweat. She nodded, and he slipped one finger into her mouth, then slowly moved it down to her neck.
His large palms circled her neck as he kissed her again, then he moved it to her waist. Both his hands encircled her waist and gently lifted her off the bed to meet with him as he slid into her slowly. Her body stretched out around him, and her back arched as she groaned out in pain.
Her fingers dug into his back, and he lowered his head to her breasts and sucked on her nipples again. She writhed her hips around him, and it made him slip further into her warmth.
A loud growl escaped his lips, and his eyes shut tight as he felt his pleasure mount even when he hadn’t moved. Every muscle in his body tightened, and he moved his hands to her waist again to get her to stop moving so he wouldn’t lose control.
“Hope,” he whispered and opened his eyes. Her gaze met with his, and she gasped. “Dinnae move or else I will lose control and nay be gentle,” he said, the veins in his neck bulging out. He wanted to be gentle for her first time, but her body was making it very difficult to hold back the passion building in him.
Every kiss made him want her more, and he didn’t think he could ever get tired of having her, of burying himself deep inside her and kissing her soft lips.
She smiled, and her eyes lit up. Slowly, she reached for his head and pulled him down so she could kiss him, then she moved her hips. He slid all the way into her to the hilt, and her moan of pleasure made his blood pound as he slid out and back in, stroking every inch of her.
