Highlander Unchained (Highlander Trilogy 1)

Cree hustled her into the cottage closing the door behind them. She turned ready for a scolding and warning to behave so she was surprised when he reached out, his hand wrapping around her neck and he pulled her to meet his hungry mouth.

He kissed her with urgency, as if he had been away from her far too long and had missed her and needed to familiarize himself with her again. His demanding tongue stirred her retreating one to life and they mated in an intimidate dance that stimulated all her senses. Her skin prickled with pleasure, her nipples hardened so tight that they poked at her linen blouse and she grew wetter as the kiss lingered on.

Cree tore his mouth away from hers biting at his bottom lip as if to stop himself from kissing her again. His large hands quickly cupped her face squeezing it. “Are you all right?”

His question surprised her as did her answer. She nodded as she touched his arm and pointed to the room.

“Now that I am here with you?”

A small smile surfaced as she nodded slowly.

“I have matters that I must see to then I will return and I will be staying the night with you.” He kissed her again, fast and brief and Dawn felt his absence down to her bones when he stepped away.

He stopped; his hand on the latch. “I do not use you only to satisfy my lust and tonight I will prove it to you.”

Her body shuddered as she throbbed unmercifully between her legs and she couldn’t stop herself from rushing her hand to press at the taunting sensation.

Cree groaned as he watched her touch herself and in two quick strides he had her up and on the table in a blink of an eye, hoisted her skirt, pulled his leggings down, yanked her legs up and apart, and then with one thrust buried himself in her sweet wetness. Lord, but he had wanted to do that since he had first caught sight of her when he had come over the rise. The vision of her alive and well had turned him hard and he had wanted her with an urgency he had never felt before.

He took hold of her hips and held them firm as he continually rammed into her over and over watching her passion grow out of control along with his own.

“God damn, Dawn, what the hell are you doing to me?” He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt her tighten around him.

She gripped the edge of the table and rolled her head from side to side wishing she could scream out her pleasure. Her passion spiked with each forceful thrust and she had no doubt that she would come more than once before he was through.

“I can’t hold back. God help me, I want to pour myself into you.”

His words sent her tumbling over the edge exploding in a wild frenzy that had her body bucking against his from the force of her climax and sending him toppling over the edge along with her. And when Dawn thought herself done, another climax erupted exploding in a rush of tingles that shivered her body.

Cree had collapsed over her, his head buried in the crook of her neck and she wrapped her arms around his broad back, not that they fit completely around him. He was warm and breathing heavily and still buried inside her, and she wanted to keep him just as he was, for a few moments at least.

He nuzzled her neck with gentle kisses and she smiled.

He, however, wore a scowl when he raised his head. “I lose myself when I’m with you.”

He sounded as if he was trying to decide if that was good or bad. She liked to think it was good, for she had certainly lost herself in him and had never felt anything so satisfying.

With a quick kiss to her lips he was off her, pulling up his leggings and pulling down her skirt. He gave her his hand to help her off the table and when she stood he kissed her again only this time it was a gentle, lingering kiss.

“I will see you later. Stay put. I will have supper sent to you.”

She stared at the closed door for several minutes after he left, and then she dropped down on one of the chairs. She pressed her hand to her chest. She hadn’t wanted him to leave. She had wanted him to stay with her and make love to her again and again. How was it that she could not get enough of this man who she only recently had feared? How could the infamous Cree have become so necessary to her?

She wasn’t sure if she liked were her thoughts were going. It would, after all, do her no good to…