“You’re heavy, Duncan.” She squirmed underneath him. “Let me up on top.”
“Sorry, love.” He rolled her with him as he moved onto his back and she sat up over top of him, straddled his hips and rocked him ever deeper inside her. “Aye, that’s it. Ride me and dinnae stop,” he demanded.
“I intend to.” She gasped as she moved up and down over him, taking his shaft deep into the heavenly heart of her core. “Oh, aye, this I love.”
“I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Then let’s hope you lose the part that cannae deal with my need for freedom.” She arched her back as she picked up her speed.
The intensity of the moment shook him and he grasped her hips, rocked them even harder together until her tight channel swamped him in such sweet pressure as she hugged him all the way to his balls.
“Duncan, I cannae hold on any longer.”
“Neither can I. Let go. I’m right here with you, always with you.”
“In this need we are the same.” She cried out her pleasure, her inner channel pulsing around his cock and with no choice left to him, he came hard and fast, his seed shooting to her core as he shattered right along with her.
Hell, he couldn’t move, his limbs so heavy and his body saturated with pleasure. ’Twas as if she’d drained his life’s blood and not on the battlefield but on the hard floorboards of her grandparents’ cottage. Such control she wielded over him and always would.
With her slumped on top of him, he ran one hand down her back and over her long, loose locks. The silky brown strands slid between his fingers. “Ella,” he murmured in her ear, “I have no desire to beat down your spirit and control you.”
“I’m aware.” She lifted up a touch, both her breasts now swaying free and her forest-green skirts bunched between them. “Let us return to the plan we made at the inn. We’ll both head to Dunscaith, Ivor as well since you said he came with you. You’ll both don hooded cloaks and Grandma and I will compel any unwanted attention away from you both. We’ll remain at Dunscaith for no longer than is absolutely necessary.”
“I can agree to that. We’ll be in and out, as quick as we can.” He cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth back to within an inch of his. “Kiss me again, and dinnae stop.”
“If I kiss you”—she pressed her fingers to his mouth—“we’ll never get off this floor.”
“The bed is fairly close and I’m certain I can make it there.”
She giggled and shook her head. “My grandparents are due back at any moment. I told them all about you, although no’ of your fae blood. Unfortunately though, they’ve guessed all the same. They know I’d never wed a man unless a bond had formed between us.”
“They’re aware we’ve spoken handfast vows, that you chose to run from me?”
“Aye.” She rolled off him, flipped her skirts back down as she lay on her back and stared at the planked ceiling, an inquisitive look on her face.
“What are you thinking?” He eased onto his side, slid the sleeves of forest-green gown farther down her arms and palmed her breasts. Head bent, he licked each pebbled tip and reveled in the taste of her. Like a fine wine, he wanted to get drunk on her and gently, he suckled one aureole deep inside his mouth then moved to the other and flicked the tip with his tongue.
“Duncan?” Lashes fluttering down, she moaned.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“About naught but you at the moment. You always scramble my thoughts.”
“My laird?” A knock and Ivor’s voice echoed through the door. “My lady’s grandparents have returned from Kinloch harbor with three mounts and wish to ensure their granddaughter is well. They also dinnae seem very surprised to find us here.”
“We’ll be out in a moment.”
“Tell them I’m well, Ivor. Very well.” Ella lifted her sleeves embellished with golden embroidery back up her arms, slipped her breasts inside the bodice and as she sat up, adjusted her golden girdle at her waist.
He pushed to his feet, straightened his own clothing and offered her a hand. “I seem to be falling into your plans with far more ease than I thought possible during my trek here. Can I ask if you’ve compelled me since my arrival?”
“I’ve compelled naught of you.” Laughing, she reached up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’ve simply seen reason, which is what happens to a man when he discovers his mate talks sense.”
“When do you wish to leave for Dunscaith?” He detested losing this precious time with her, but with this fine weather, Gavin would be on the move and they needed to reach the MacDonald’s stronghold as soon as possible.