Page 28 of The Highland Curse
But he held her fast.
Then with skilful precision, he pointed his tongue, running it firmly, deeply along her sensitive clit. By now she was no longer aware of his actions. She collapsed onto her back, surrendering to the rapturous onslaught.
However whatever calm she felt lifted. Like a storm brewing, and growing stronger by the second, her breathing hitched. A familiar pressure emerged and began to build until the intensity was almost intolerable. Just when she thought that her body would tear apart, her world erupted. A cry flew from her lips as wave after cresting wave crashed over her.
She felt Duncan sliding up her body. As she opened her eyes, she found him staring down at her, his pupils dark and dilated. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned. “Now I ken that ye taste as sweet as wild nectar,” he said.
Adrina shook her head, the words unable to form. She brought her hand to caress the side of his whiskered jaw.
“’Twas amazing,” she whispered. “But ye —?”
“We’re nae done,” he said, answering her unspoken question. He stared into her depths while his rigid cock poised at her entrance. “In fact, we’re far from finished.”
Adrina gazed back at him just as he slipped his flanged crown inside of her. Then without breaking their contact, he rolled his hips forward. His rigid length gently probed further into her, while her woman’s sheath opened to accommodate his size.
Inch by inch, he slid into her until he was encased to the hilt. A deep groan rumbled in his chest, while a low, drawn out moan echoed in her own throat. One steely arm braced against the rock while his other arm wrapped around her buttocks. All the while, his rod continued to plunge and retreat into her at a deep and steady pace. The rapturous movements made her cling to him, and her breath escaped in sharp, rapid pants. Her heart continued to pound, and soon the intolerable pressure started once again. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, urging him to be as fervent, as desperate as she had become.
But he resisted.
Lowering his head, he traced his lips along the side of her jaw. A shiver of excitement coursed through her, and in her eagerness, she tried once again to pull him to her. But he shook his head, seemingly intent on setting the speed. It was as if he wanted to prolong their love-making, as if he was also aware that things would change once they departed from this place.
But then his jaw set and sweat beaded on his forehead.
“I cannae hold on any longer,” he said through gritted teeth, admonishing himself even as his passion tried to break free. A flush of heat rushed to his face, and his breathing became more labored. Tightening his hand on her backside, he seemed to fight with himself. But then the dam broke. His thrusts became much stronger, more desperate with each stroke. And she met each of his movements with the strength of her own. More pressure built inside her core, increasing with each passing second. Then finally, it reached its frantic peak. And she shattered. A split moment later, Duncan let out a harsh grunt. His body tensed, and he poured his seed inside of her.
Letting out a sigh, he rested his forehead against hers. “Despite what ye might think, my intent wasnae tae come out here, and couple with ye a second time.” He stood up, allowing his kilt to fall into place. Offering his hand, he helped her off the rock. “Let’s go. We still have a day’s travel ahead of us.”
Adrina was about to answer him when she staggered back, the blood draining from her countenance. A new vision came upon her as quick as lightning. At first the image was fuzzy, but she soon recognized the two men that were shown to her. The Dunnvie guards were bent over, inspecting the dead fire at their previous campsite. Adrina knew without a doubt that they searched for her. But how did they know where to find her?
“What’s wrong, lass?” Duncan asked.
Adrina shook her head, a sense of foreboding churning in her stomach. “We cannae linger here.” She started to scramble up the incline. “We must leavenow.”
The morning sun was directly overhead, and Duncan was surprised that the time had passed so quickly. He trailed after Adrina as her tone of alarm echoed in his head. The lass was strange yet compelling. At the moment she was quiet, although she didn’t appear to go into a trance like the other times he observed. Perhaps she didn’t have a full account of her faculties.
The incline was not steep, and he overtook her. With Adrina following closely behind, he made it to the summit. Just as he was about to walk toward the shrubs, he heard someone cough in the distance. Out of pure instinct, he dropped to the ground, pulling Adrina with him. Other than the two of them, no one else should have been in the vicinity. Tension mounted to his shoulders, and he pulled out the dirk that hung at his belt.
“I told ye, we cannae stay here,” she hissed.
He placed a finger to his lips, and with his other hand, he pointed to the direction of the noise. From their vantage point, he could see their old campsite. The yellowhammers had ceased their happy chatter, and the entire thicket seemed unusually quiet.
As soon as the two highlanders came into view, Duncan tightened his grip around the blade. The warriors’ presence in this forest wasn’t as surprising as the fact that they sported the same tartan as Adrina. They tied the horses to a tree. One of the men walked to inspect the small campfire while his companion scanned the woods, searching for something or someone.
Many questions ran through Duncan’s head. Why were Adrina’s clansmen traversing in this wooded area? Was it a coincidence? Somehow he didn’t think so. For some reason, these rough-looking guards didn’t appear as if they were on a friendly commission.
He narrowed his gaze at Adrina. Although she showed no surprise at seeing her kin, her lovely face was ashen. Why would she be afraid of her own people? What game was she playing? But the bigger question was, why did he care? Rory had given him the assignment of sending her home, and interviewing her father. It was paramount to understand why Tevon MacGill had refused the invitations to the clan meetings. Then if MacGill had legitimate excuses not to attend the war councils, Duncan needed to persuade him to send his men, and help thwart the hated English. In actuality, he should have already completed his mission and returned to Rory. However he allowed himself to be seduced by the tranquility of the waterfall, and by the alluring lass who was in his care.
After several long minutes, it was evident that the guards’ search had become futile. The storm from last night had washed away all traces of their existence. Still, it was as if the men sensed that they were nearby. One of the guards drew his claymore, and scanned the section where they were hidden. Duncan was confident that the shrubbery hid them and their shelter, but if the guards came any closer, they would be discovered.
Fortunately it didn’t come to that, and the warriors soon moved away from view.
Adrina let out a breath of relief. “We should gather our things,” she said, making a move to get up, but he pulled her back down. There was a possibility that the men would return, and if at all possible, he wanted to avoid bloodshed.
They stayed crouched in the underbrush for what felt like an eternity, his ears attuned to every sound. Finally he got up. “They’re gone.”
Adrina stood up, and was about to brush past him when he caught her arm.
“Tell me what ye are hiding,” he said.
