Enraptured by the Highlander

She felt him brush a stray lock from her cheek. “Love? Are ye all right?”

“More than,” her fingers dug into his back. “I’m so full of you, please, please move.”

With no further urging Caelan began to move, withdrawing and thrusting in slow, steady strokes making her body sing with pleasure. When her senses were not overloaded, she opened her eyes to see him staring at her, his eyes deep and overflowing with emotions.

She cupped his cheek and he kissed her as he made love to her. Adelaine felt him kissing her bobbing breasts, as she met his thrusts. Soon, he began to take her with greater force, thrusting harder, and deeper. She could feel him demanding possession of her body.

“God, Caelan, more!” she called out, digging her hands into his hair. Her beg for more unlashed the animal inside him. He thrust into her to the hilt, embedding himself so fully that he brushed her womb.

He gripped her hip. “Adelaine, is this what ye want? Me, hard and deep in ye?”

“Yes,” she flung her head back. “God yes.”

Groaning, his thrusts never lost pace, and Adelaine was in a world of unending pleasure from his shaft alone. When his thumb found her nub, rubbing her it in time with his thrusts, she nearly lost her mind, thrashing beneath him as he took her faster and harder.

White light suddenly consumed her and she went rigid, with her back bowing off the bed. Caelan swallowed her scream as her channel squeezed him in a vice grip that demanded his seed, and when he let go, his seed shot hotly into her, over and again in a release that seemed to have no end.

Clutching onto his back, Adelaine tried to breathe, but her lips were taken with kisses. When she was able to pry her eyes open, she saw his emerald orbs glowing with satisfaction, pride, wonder, and awe.

He twisted his hips gently and pulled out of her, and turning the side pulled her into his arms. “I love ye, Adelaine Watson.”

Sighing on his wet skin, she nodded, “I love you too. Thank you for saving me.

A kiss was dipped unto the top of her head. “Sleep, sweeting. I’ll be right here with you in the morning.”

“You’d better,” she sighed. “Caelan…when we do wed, would you please find Peter’s wife, Jane. I want to meet her. I think that is what my brother would want.”

“I ken that will be best,” Caelan said. “I’ll find her, dinnea worry.”

“Thank you…” she said as she drifted off to sleep, “I love you.”

He whispered the words back to her as she went to sleep on his chest.

The End?

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Chapter 1

From her place, two-stories high above the east courtyard of the enormous Keswick estate, Magdalene looked down and was tempted to smile. Instead, though, her emerald green eyes flittered from one half-shadowed celebrating warrior to the other in light contemplation.

Tall torches were jammed at random places to add light to the enormous bonfire roaring away in the middle of the courtyard. The blaze was stealing the splendor from the full-moon above. The soldiers’ shouts, and laughs were loud this high and she felt she would be deaf if she had been amongst them.

Magdalene’s father, Lord Keswick, was known in his close circle as Brandon “Warlord” Crompton. As much as was kept from her by her father about politics and his governmental duties, she knew what was happening. Everyone in England knew what was happening but she was much closer to the source.