Highlander’s Captive (Highlander Trilogy 3)

“I want you to know that I will let no one take you from me,” he said with such adamant conviction that it sent a shiver through her and faded her smile.

“Do you believe someone will try?” she asked, the thought having gone through her mind as well.

“I have no knowledge that someone will, though it troubles me that Kellmara joins forces with Owen. And Owen seems to believe that he has information that Kellmara wants and I think it concerns you.”

Wintra shook her head. “What information can Owen possibly have about me? And why would it concern Kellmara?”

“All good questions which I assume will be answered when Kellmara arrives.” He gave her a kiss, lingering a bit longer than he intended. Now was not the time to think of making love to her, but then there was not a time he did not think of making love to her.

Being prudent at what would happen if he remained close to her, he eased her away from him. “I need to wash up a bit and change my shirt.”

Wintra was disappointed that he let her go. She loved being in his arms. They were so warm and comforting. And then there was the scent of him, pungent pine and earth mixed with his own muskiness. It always managed to spark her passion.

She shook the thoughts away, wishing they could make love, but they did not have enough time. She saw to getting a bucket and scooping up snow, then placed it close to the hearth for the snow to melt fast so that Torr could wash.

She watched as he stripped off his shirt and tossed it to the table. She took it to hang on the peg and his scents, so potent on it, drifted up to sting her nostrils and invade her senses. She hurried to hang it on the peg and could not stop herself from burying her face in it for a moment and breathing deeply.

With reluctance, she turned away from it to see Torr staring at her strangely. She said what she felt. “I love the scent of you.”

He warned himself to stay where he was, to not go any closer to her or he would surely surrender to his growing need and damn if that need wasn’t growing harder by the moment.

Wintra had much yet to learn about making love and passion and all that went with it, but instinct played a big part in it all and when she caught that hungry look in his eyes, she knew exactly what her husband was thinking.

She took a step toward him.

“Don’t,” he warned. “I will not be able to keep my hands off you.”

She took slow steps toward him. “I don’t want you to.”

“Wintra, you will obey me on this,” he chided.

“Do you truly want me to?”

Two more steps and she would be on top of him and by then it would be too late. But then it was already too late.

Torr reached out and snatched her hand, yanking her against him. His kiss was hungry, and she fed it. It wasn’t long before he pulled his mouth away, hoisted her up on the table, shoved her dress up, spread her legs and ripped his plaid off to give him room to watch as he plunged in and out of her.

She braced her hands on the table to balance herself and closed her eyes for a moment, relishing every potent poke. Then she lowered her head curious to see for herself and her eyes widened as she watched the thick size of him slip in and out of her with ease, and she groaned, “I am going to come.”

“More than once,” he urged and took her even harder.

She exploded with such a hard climax that she screamed out his name, and it heightened his own passion that was at its peak and about to burst. But he wanted her to come again and so he kept up the maddening tempo, straining to contain himself for just a moment more.

Wintra thought her heart would burst from her chest as her desire rose once again and when he grabbed hold of her backside and forced her harder against him again and again, she burst in another explosive climax.

Torr joined her, feeling as if his climax would never end and loving and savoring every minute of it. When he finally stilled, he rested his brow to hers, though did not pull out of her. He was content right where he was and intended to remain there for a bit longer.

Wintra felt the same, for on a labored breath she said, “Do not pull out of me.”

“I am staying right where I am.”

“Good, for that is right where you belong.”

They stayed that way, not moving an inch. The hearth flames toasted Torr’s bare backside and Wintra’s legs, making them even more content to remain as they were.