Beloved Highlander
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He was watching her with that same intensity, reading her expression, searching her eyes. And now whatever he saw there made him give his beautiful smile. “Meg, my Meg, how could I no’ want ye? I will always want ye; my body hurts for yours. Without ye I am nothing.”
“Does it?” she whispered. “Does it hurt for mine?”
He moved closer, his mouth brushing hers and then deepening into a long and passionate kiss. They both groaned when it ended, trembling with need.
“Gregor, come to me tonight,” she sounded breathless.
“I will, morvoren.”
“After supper, Gregor.”
“Aye, Meg.”
“Immediately after supper.”
He kissed her again, tracing the shape of her lips with his tongue, until Meg clung to him. She had been waking in the night dreaming of him, dreaming of the things he did to her, and now, at last, she could make those dreams come true.
Reluctantly, Gregor put her aside. He stepped away from her, paused, and then turned back. His golden eyes glinted beneath their dark lashes in a way that made her legs weak with desire.
“Meg,” he said, his voice soft with longing, “do we really need supper?”