Page 28 of Highlander's Rebellious Affair
Hope sighed, and closed her eyes. A soft knock on the door interrupted their discussion, and made Ian get up, and he opened it for the servant to bring in their dinner.
Hope ate with him quietly and when they finished the hare broth and cold-smoked haddock with Tay berries, she relaxed on the bed again and rested her head on Ian’s chest. They continued talking about the clues in finding his father’s killer, and the treasure.
“Callum and I will send men out to the mountains in four days, and I intend to lead the search. Three of my trusted men, Callum and myself will go as we dinnae want to attract too much attention, and I will need ye to remain here, and stay safe without me.”
“How about the feast Lyall is plannin’? Surely I cannae attend that myself.”
Ian sighed. “Then I will remain in the Castle with ye for the feast, and send out me trusted men, so he doesnae notice what is happenin’.”
His voice was steady as he added, “If we find the treasure, then we have a better chance at winnin’ a war against Lyall if it ever comes to it.”
Hope hoped it wouldn’t come to a war. She knew nothing about wars, neither could she protect herself if it ever came to that, but she knew it would affect the villagers more, and ruin so many lives.
“I hope it never comes to a war,” she said, voicing her concern, and Ian nodded.
“I hope so too, but my uncle doesnae care about anyone else if he wants something, and he wouldnae hesitate to start one if he finds out I plan to oust him, especially when he has the support of other powerful Lairds like yer faither.”
“We will find a way to stop Lyall without war,” she said again, and turned around so she could frame his face with her hands. “And he will pay for the death of yer faither too.”
Ian smiled at her, and kissed her. “Ye are bonnie when ye support me,” he whispered against her lips and sent spiraling waves of pleasure through her. Hope wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, this time her tongue swooped into his mouth and he lifted her off the bed and placed her over him so she straddled his laps.
Hope flung her head back as his hands slipped under her dress and found her chemise.
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Hope trembled as his fingers found her already moist core and slipped inside, and she moved her hips against his fingers. Ian groaned, and she swallowed the sound with her lips as he continued to stroke her. She grew wetter against his fingers and the hum in her blood increased.
Every time he touched her, there was a new sensation to be felt. Her arms tingled, she felt the toe-curling pleasure fill her, and her anticipation began to build alongside her excitement.
Her hands explored his body, and she marveled at the tautness of every muscle. She held unto his arms as his hands moved to her breasts and he kneaded them through her dress. Hope couldn’t contain her pleasure and passion. She wanted him with a fierceness burning deep in her soul, and she didn’t want to wait.
“I want ye now, Hope,” he said, his deep baritone voice causing her to shiver everywhere. Hope could only nod her response to him without opening her eyes.
He didn’t stop her when she pushed his leine apart and touched his bare chest, and her fingers moved over his already healing shoulder and back wound. When he didn’t gasp or groan in pain, she continued her exploration and moved down to his waist line.
His body was perfectly sculpted and taunt. He was strong, every movement made his arms flex and she sighed when he raised his hand and slipped his fingers into her hair.
“I love yer hair, yer eyes, and the way ye smile every time,” he whispered to her. Hope burned hotter for him, and she swallowed and closed her eyes as he slowly took her lips again.
The kiss this time was a burst of their need for each other, she couldn’t control her spiraling emotions. She loved the way he made her bones melt, the way he made her tremble, and sigh out his name.
Ian pushed her dress higher so it was bunched around her hips, and he flipped her to the bed and removed her chemise. He kissed her inner thighs and pleasured her with his tongue, making her gasp. Her knees moved up the bed, and his hands moved to her waist to steady her.
“Ian,” she moaned out his name and her hands moved into his hair. “I need ye,” she pleaded and he kissed his way to her lips again before taking off the rest of her clothes.
Hope wrapped her arms around his neck, and he slipped into her with one deep thrust that made her buck her hips on the bed and cling to him. He moved, and her toes curled as she flung her head back to give his lips access to her neck. Then he kissed down to her breast, encircled one nipple with his tongue before he suckled properly sending her into a mindless rail of convulsing pleasure.
His breathing was just as labored as hers, and she enjoyed the silky feel of him slipping in and out of her. She thrashed around the bed beneath him, and Ian continued to pump into her relentlessly until she felt her pleasure mount to a point where she couldn’t control the trembling of her entire body.
Ian reached his peak minutes after her, and he bucked his hips into hers one last time, then linked their fingers as they both shook from their passion.
Ian collapsed on top of her, but slid to her side immediately and kept her close to his heart. His hands were still in her hair, and she closed her eyes and kissed his chest.
He let out a deep breath, and she felt his heart racing in his chest as she kept her hand on it. She loved being this close to him, enjoying his heartbeat against her hands or face. She never wanted to leave his arms or stop feeling this rush of excitement she felt with him. Hope knew in that moment that she was in love, and she wanted to spend forever with him.
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Lyall sat in his dining hall, and stared at the beautiful woman with golden hair sent to pleasure him for the night. Her eyes danced on his, and she smiled whenever he looked her way, but he was not thinking of her, or looking forward to spending the night with her either.
