The Highlander’s Witch (17 page)

Easing from her, he rolled to his back taking her with him. He brushed the hair from her face and saw her grin. Before he could question her, she lifted her head to see him.

“I waited twenty-four years for this.” She said as if surprised by that fact.

“Ye waited twenty-four years for me.” He assured her as he tucked her back under his chin, wondering who was more shocked at his words.

When he was sure she wasn’t going to respond to his comment, he eased away from her and got up. He felt her silent gaze on him as he got out a flask and cloth before returning to her side.

“Tis cold, but will be better to be clean as yer body starts feelin the discomfort.”

“I can do it.” She whispered, embarrassed.

“Aye, lass, I ken this, but ye will let me have the honor.”

He gently removed the covering she had used to keep warm as he gathered the supplies and wet the cloth before tenderly cleaning the blood and semen away.

Skye could not stop the heat that suffused her body at his administrations any more than she could keep her eyes from his face.

“How be it that ye doona have any hair on yer legs or under yer arms, lass?”

“Huh?”

“Ye have no a single hair on yer legs or under yer arms.” He repeated. “An yer woman’s hair tis so short.”

“Oh, that. Ummm . . .”

How was she to tell him she could run her hands over the places she needed to and the hair would be gone?

“I shave there.”

“Ye shave?” He asked incredulously. “There?”

Skye blushed even more and nodded. “Everyone does where I’m from.”

Shaking his head in bewilderment, he dried her off before standing and cleaning himself, dropping to her side after putting everything away.

She watched his movements and was again in awe over the way his muscles rippled under his smooth skin, how his dark hair glowed in the shadows cast by the flames, and how his eyes held hers as he eased down beside her.

Forgetting her embarrassment, she reached out and touched his cheek feeling the roughened growth and the tingles on her sensitive chin from his attentions. She didn’t stop the smile from showing as he covered them in the furs, pulling her back against his stomach, his hand coming around to smooth over her belly as she laid her head on his bicep.

Aiden smiled moments later when Skye’s breathing slowed and her head and body fully relaxed as sleep overtook her.

He kept touching her, enjoying the softness of her skin.

Ignoring his growing shaft, he cupped her full breast, running his thumb back and forth over the side, then tracing over her ribcage and down to her thigh before delving in the curls between her legs.

He fell asleep with his cock pressed against the rounded globes of her ass.

*     *     *

Ye
waited
twenty-four
years
for
me.

Skye woke up thinking those words as she found herself enclosed in the warm embrace of the man who had rocked her world.

Her leg curled over his lower abdomen, one arm tucked tightly between them and the other laying across his chest with his hand over hers while his other came up from under her, holding her to him.

Had
she been waiting for him?

For this?

Lord knows, she tried to have sex before and it never worked. Thankfully, because she highly doubted any of them could have compared to how this man felt, and he felt good. She felt her body already reacting to his closeness and the memories of him stretching her, going from pain to a deeper, more pleasurable ache.

She could not help when she pressed herself closer as her nipples tightened over the thoughts crossing her mind.

The last thing she wanted to do was leave the feeling that his nearness brought as if nothing could go wrong.

She took a deep breath, her fingers curling under his hand as the foolishness of that longing hit her.

“I will be takin ye back to the glen where ye were found.”

Shock caused her to catch her breath and stiffened. She tried to lift her head but his hand came up and held her to his chest.

“I doona wish to discuss it, lass. Twas planned before ye ran. Tis what ye want an ye shall have it.”

What Aiden truly wanted was for her not to see the sadness in his eyes at the thought of sending her away but he knew he had to go through with their plans or he would never find peace.

Skye didn’t know why she wanted to cry. She knew she needed to get home because Sarah and Doug needed her before things went terribly wrong but she was suddenly feeling hopelessly lost, something so much deeper than the feelings she had when she had collapsed against the tree.

Then, she felt lost and angry.

Now, she felt overwhelming despair.

“When?”

Even hearing the catch in her voice didn’t stop his heart from sinking to his stomach. “When ye be ready.”

She was never going to be ready.

Her hand ran down the surface of his chest before following the path down his flat stomach, marveling over the way it felt so hard and firm.

Shifting, she angled her body to be more on top, allowing her hand to wander slowly, memorizing how he felt, how he smelled. She felt his cock against her inner thigh and smiled as she shifted to straddle him, running her mouth over his shoulder, licking and nibbling as she rubbed her breasts against his hard chest, moaning when his hands came up to cup her ass and press her down against his hard cock. Her juices coated him as her pussy clenched in desire.

“We have time. Please tell me we have time.” She whispered in his ear, trying to slow her racing heart as her hands kneaded into his skin.

“Aye,
leanabh
, we have time.”

He went to roll her over and she protested. “Just let me touch you.”

He softened his grip and relaxed—as much as possible for a man going insane at a mere girl’s touch.

“As long as ye do no do what ye did last time.”

Skye smiled against his collarbone, remembering taking him into her mouth.

“But why?” She pouted, moving her hand down his chest to wrap around his cock, its size causing her to shiver in yearning.

“A man can handle only so much, lass.” He cupped her face and drew her eyes to his. “Where did ye learn sech things?”

She grinned. “I like to read.”

“Ye can read?”

When she nodded, his frown deepened.

“What manuscript has knowledge of that sort?”

Her eyes widened at her slip and she worried her lower lip.

“Well.” She dragged the word out. “It’s from something called the
Kama
sutra
. That’s about all I know.”

“That’s all?”

She grinned wickedly and felt his cock jerk.

“It has pictures of different positions.” She squirmed teasingly. “This is one of them.”

Aiden groaned, his hips jerking against her.

Feeling the wetness between her thighs pleased him tremendously but he remained still, allowing her ministrations.

He was still cautious since she had been a virgin. His tastes ran dark and he preferred his women well accustomed to his type of sexual demands.

It had not taken him long to see the desire in her, she hadn’t backed down from his touch or kiss.

Instead, she had met him head on, begging for more.

He had chosen to ignore the signs of her innocence because of his desire for her and now here he was, eager to plunge inside her wet tightness.

“Ye need to have a care, lass. Ye will be sore.”

She seemed fascinated with his nipples, playing with them as they hardened, glancing up absently when she answered his comment.

“I am a fast healer, remember?”

“So ye say.” He grunted as he wedged a hand between their bodies and touched her mound.

Her moans of encouragement had him plunging a finger inside, gritting his teeth at the tightness, his cock growing heavy as she slowly rode his finger, little mews coming from her throat. He rasped his thumb over her swollen clit as he took her hair and forced her head up to meet his mouth, thrusting his tongue inside when she cried out.

“Please.” She begged.

“What be it, lass?” He asked, his words demanding an answer.

Unable to think past the need of him filling her, she could only moan.

His fingers caused sensations so pleasurable as to border on pain all around the opening of her cunt as his finger fucked her. Inserting another only made her arch into him as he stretched her, knowing he was preparing her.

“Tell me,
leanabh
, what be it ye want?” He asked as her juices ran down his hand.

“You, Aiden. Oh, God, you!” She cried as she rocked hard against his fingers, feeling the pressure building.

A third finger plunged inside and she trembled, lost to his will, wanting more.

“Put me inside, Skye, an ride me.”

Yes
! Her mind screamed, wondering why she had not done just that.

Skye took him in hand, her passion overriding some of her fears of his size and the pain she had felt the first time.

His hands on her hips kept her from thrusting his cock inside her quickly and she was inwardly pleased even as her body screamed for more.

When the head of Aiden’s cock entered her, she gasped at the feeling, her hands moving to his chest as she raised herself up, slowly easing him in.

Her breathing quickened as he stretched her impossibly wider, amazed at the feeling of pleasure-pain his steady entry caused, craving more, asking him for more.

When he eased out, her eyes flew open and she looked at him, begging.

“No! No please, Aiden, inside.”

She tried to force herself down over his shaft as she begged but his hands kept her at his will.

We watched her eyes darken with desire and a sheen of sweat formed over his skin at his restraint. No matter how much he wanted to ram into her, he had to remember she had been a virgin and needed to be eased into the pleasure slowly so she could grow accustomed to his size.

“We have time,
ghaol.
” He assured her even as he gritted his teeth.

“I know.” She moaned as he slid in further and she wept at the feeling of being filled, stretched. Searing pleasure burned through her. “But it hurts, it hurts so good and I want more. I want more, Aiden.”

She wiggled demandingly in his hands causing him to allow her to sink down further.

“Yes, yes.”

She bent down and bit his chin, took his lower lip and pulled, her body trying desperately to find completion. She was burning and only knew that he could help ease the fires.

“Now, damn you.” She sucked at his lower lip in frustration, no longer caring, angry then he wasn’t giving her what she wanted. “Stop doing this to me.”

“Aye, lass. To both of us.” He thrust up and he took her hips, pulling her down to burying himself deep inside her.

Her body arched up and she cried out as her world disappeared into arcs of pure sensation.

“Oh!”

He stayed still, trying not to explode in the tight sheath of her womb but she was grinding against him, fighting his strong grip, mewling words he couldn’t understand.

Gathering what was left of his control, he eased his hands from her hips, allowing her to move when she was ready.

She instantly swiveled her pelvis and gasped at the feeling of ecstasy when he hit something inside her.

She moved again, testing different ways, leaning forward to scatter kisses on his stubbled chin, sitting up a little as she rocked her hips, riding the tide of pleasure every movement brought her.

When he took her hips and lifted her then brought her down hard on him, she knew she was lost. She sat up using her knees and thighs to help him quicken the pace, her hands kneading like a cat on his chest, mouth open as she tried to draw in air.

Balls tightening in demand, he slammed into her, forcing her to take him deeper, the sound of her wetness as his cock rammed in and out drove him wild.

Aiden felt her spasms gripping him as she approached her climax and he slipped a finger between them to flick over a clit soaked with her honey.

She was on fire as sweat from her pores dripped down her arms while she strained against him, reveling in the way he controlled her and his powerful thrusts. The way he kept hitting something deep inside her making the throbbing pleasure almost unbearable and yet she still fought to have him deeper, fanning the flames that licked through her veins to gather around her sensitive cunt, expanding, contracting.

When his thumb scraped over her clit, she gasped as her breath left her and the flames swept through in an inferno of ecstasy.