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by Lily Harlem


  He rose upward, flicking his hair from his face with a jerk of his neck. “God’s bones, it’s cold in here.”

  “You didn’t really think it would be warm.”

  “No, but this will shrivel my balls.”

  She giggled. “I’m sure they’ll recover.”

  “If I have a healer on hand.”

  She laughed louder then struck out toward the waterfall. It had been a long time since she’d taken a swim in a loch or river. It felt good, freeing. Her body was at one with nature. The water seeped between her legs and peaked her nipples. It soaked to her scalp and seemed to enter her very core.

  “Hey, wait.”

  He was right behind her, and as she reached the crashing water her feet hit a rocky shelf. She stood on it, finding that it came to her waist.

  “This is Mother Nature at her best.” She tipped her head back into the crashing water and smoothed her hair so it flowed down her back. Her bare breasts jutted forward. This was so good for her, to be like this—naked and alive.

  “For the love of God, what are you doing to me, woman?”

  He was before her, pulling her close, so her breasts pressed up against his wet chest.

  “I’m washing my hair.”

  “You’re putting me under your spell, that’s what.”

  She grinned at him. “I thought you already were.”

  “That’s true.” He kissed her again, his stubble rubbing against her chin. “And I believe it to be a lifelong spell.”

  She looped her arms around his neck. “I believe the spell works both ways.”

  He tipped his head a little and frowned.

  “I’m under your spell too, Trevor McTavish. You’re all I want. You’re the man for me.”

  “Then you’ll accept this?”

  “I don’t ken what you mean?”

  “This.” He released her and held his hand between them.

  Confusion creased her brow.

  Then he turned his fist over and spread his fingers. In the centre of his palm rested a small gold ring with a blood-red stone set in it.

  “McTavish,” she whispered. “What is that?”

  “It’s a symbol of my love for you.” He paused and crooked his finger beneath her chin forcing her to look up at him. “A ring that says we’ll be together forever. I am yours and you are mine.”

  “Do you really mean that?”

  “I’ve never meant anything more.” He dropped to one knee. The water splashed around him, peppering his skin in diamond-white spray. “I ken you are the lass for me. Never did I see one more beautiful or more perfect.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “Will you marry me? This day or the next. Will you be my woman until our dying day?”

  Isla flung herself onto him and was glad when he caught her with such a sure grip. “Aye, I will.”

  He held her close, his mouth sealed on hers and their bodies moulded together.

  She became lost in his kiss. Lost in him and the future they’d have. She’d never been happier or more content with the stars above and what fate had planned. Destiny had happened. She’d seen, she’d wanted, she’d ensured she’d gotten the man of her dreams.

  McTavish stood, tugging her with him. Carefully he placed the ring on her finger. “You will wear this always?”

  “Aye, with pride. You are a fine Highlander.”

  “It pleases me that you think that.” He glanced at the riverbank and curled his fingers around her hand. “I don’t want you to get cold. We will use these stepping stones to get back.”

  She followed him, safe in the knowledge he’d catch her if she slipped.

  Once on the bank he turned to her. “We will marry with haste. I do not wish for you to work as a maid another day.”

  She nodded.

  “A life with me will be different to the one you are used to.”

  “I do not wish for the life of a servant.”

  “I agree. You are much too special for that. Too clever also.”

  “You really think that?”

  “Aye, you are an exceptional healer and a carer on top of that.”

  She glanced away.

  “What?”

  “I have to be cautious.”

  “I ken what you’re saying.”

  “You do.” She turned back to him, studied his mismatched eyes.

  “Aye, my mother had the same situation.”

  Isla nodded, hoping he’d go on and say what she suspected from his previous mention of his mother.

  “She understood herbs and plants, would sing to herself too. Always had a fondness for the full moon. So I understand the need to keep your expertise quiet. The villagers are a superstitious lot. Backward when it comes to understanding the progression of medicine and some women’s needs.”

  “You really believe that?”

  “Aye, I’m a man of the world. I have visited Edinburgh, France, and once London. This is a time of great change. The only thing holding up progression is the lack of the true king ruling. When that happens this country can continue to learn and grow.”

  “I agree with you.” She paused. “And I’m glad you appreciate that I’m a wee bit different to other women.”

  “Of course I appreciate that, it’s one of the many things I adore about you. But what I will say is you must be careful, Isla. Do not give these heathens a cause to think of you anything other than a simple girl who has a way with cats and a fondness for flowers.” He hesitated. “And do not let others ken you dance and chant in the moonlight in the forest yonder.”

  She gasped. “What do you ken?”

  “Naught, lass. And that’s the way it should be. Hold your secrets close to your heart, it’s the only way to truly be safe.”

  Isla nodded. This man before her understood more than she ever could have dreamed. Without even having to bare her soul he ken her situation.

  “And now,” he said. “We should talk about us.”

  “We should?” The sun was warming her shoulders and drying her hair. She was thankful for the pleasant spring day. “What about us?”

  He clenched his jaw and a tendon flexed in his cheek.

  She swallowed a gulp of apprehension. A memory of his palm delivering a firm spanking to her ass blustered through her memory.

  “Aye,” he said quietly. “We need to talk about how it will be between us.”

  “I have some idea, but haps you should explain further.”

  He nodded and placed his hands on her shoulders. “As your husband I insist upon your obedience. It’s the way of Highlanders as I’m sure you ken.”

  She bobbed her head, once.

  “And in return for your obedience I promise to protect you and care for you for always.”

  “I understand.”

  “And you must be prepared to go over my knee if you disobey, or a table, or if we are outside, a rock.” He gestured to a boulder on his right. “And you will feel my hand on your ass until I believe you have learned your lesson.”

  “As is the way of Highland marriages.”

  “I’m gladdened you see it that way, even after yesterday’s chastisement.”

  She touched his cheek. “I hated that I’d disappointed you. I only want to please you, sir, make you happy.”

  “I ken that you will.” He pulled in a breath. “And I will make you happy, please you, pleasure you more than you can ever imagine. I might be a big Scotsman, rough around the edges, but I will only ever handle you with care, never more than you can take from me.”

  “I believe you.” She thought of Rabbie and what a terrible husband he was. McTavish was the opposite end of the scale to him. She believed McTavish when he said he’d always handle her with care even if the need arose for her to be punished. Which she hoped it wouldn’t.

  “Now,” he said, applying pressure to her shoulders. “You have a lesson to learn.”

  She stared into his eyes. The reflection of the water was catching each iris differently—the gree
n one looking like the darkest moss and the blue like the midsummer sky.

  “On your knees,” he said. “And clasp your hands behind your back.”

  Chapter Ten

  McTavish’s heart thudded and his cock throbbed as Isla, his beautiful soon-to-be wife, folded to her knees on the grass in front of him.

  When he saw her face only inches from his cock, his balls tightened and his breaths quickened. This was a moment he’d been dreaming of. He was twisted up inside with need for this lass and now that she’d agreed to be his he felt as though heaven had come early.

  She stared up at his face. Her damp black hair was framed by the lush green behind her and her dark eyes flashed up at him—slightly narrowed because of the sun. Her breasts jutted forward, her dark nipples taut and her skin pale.

  He took his shaft in his hand. “Open your mouth.”

  She did as he’d commanded.

  “I gave you pleasure last night with my tongue, did I not?”

  She nodded.

  He cupped her chin. “Now it’s time for you to learn how to do the same for me.”

  She didn’t reply but he sensed her agreement. This would be so much better than simple releasing onto her tongue, her face. Then she’d had her eyes closed, she’d been unable to witness his seed spilling. Which is what he’d wanted after spanking her sweet butt, a climax. Now he wanted more… no, make that he needed more.

  “No teeth,” he said, canting his hips forward and curling his toes into the ground. “Just a gentle glide over your tongue.”

  Once again his cock looked huge against her small mouth.

  Slowly she took the tip between her rosy red lips.

  The warm sensation made him lock his knees for fear of them buckling. His abdomen tensed to stone.

  Will I even survive this?

  She reached up and gripped his hips, her tiny fingers digging into his flesh in a way that confirmed her possession of him. McTavish was happy to be owned by her the way he possessed her. It was how it was meant to be. They belonged together and to each other.

  He slid his cock deeper onto the wetness of her tongue. The sensation was sweet yet so intense. His balls retracted and a nagging pressure quickly built at the base of his shaft.

  “Ah, Jesus, that’s it.” He ran his hands into her thick hair and gripped it close to her scalp. “Keep going.”

  She did just that. Sinking onto him until his glans lodged against the back of her throat.

  She didn’t gag or push away, instead she seemed to suckle him while he was nestled there.

  He closed his eyes and tipped his face to the sky. “God, give me strength.” It felt so good and was listing him so near the edge. Could he control himself?

  I have to.

  She pulled back, a long slow suck accompanying the withdrawal.

  “Isla,” he gasped. “Oh, hell, aye, that’s it.” He hissed in a breath then blew it out.

  She didn’t let his glans slip from her mouth, instead she sank deep again, faster this time. Then she repeated the movement, over and over.

  He felt the drive of her head and swayed his hips in time with her. Soon he’d come, he knew that for a fact.

  “Isla…”

  Her fingers tightened on his hips, her nails digging small crescents into his flesh. He didn’t care. All he cared about was fucking her mouth. This beautiful woman who was clearly a natural at oral sex.

  “Argh.”

  It was there. Extreme pleasure held his body captive as burning hot release burst up from his balls, through his shaft, and into her mouth.

  He held her close as she swallowed his pleasure down. Gulp after gulp, her throat tugging the end of his cock. She made no move to get away or struggle.

  A long, low groan rumbled from his chest. He let it swirl up to the sky. Bliss extended to all of his limbs. A full body tremor attacked his spine and he sank a little deeper, but only for a second then he pulled out and scooped her up. With his hands beneath her arms he dragged her to standing and kissed her through his breathlessness.

  She clung to him, her small hands gripping his shoulders and her delicate body pressed to his. He’d just come but another wave of need attacked him.

  “Isla,” he said against her lips. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  “But I really do.” Did she have any idea of the intensity of his feelings for her? They were about to wash him away, make him a crumbling wreck. If anything were to happen to this woman how would he live? How would he go on? There was no future without her.

  She cupped his face and touched her nose to his. “I really love you too, Trevor McTavish. With every beat of my heart and every whisper of my breath I love you.”

  “Say you’re mine.”

  “I’m yours.” She kissed him. “Forever.”

  “I see no need for a priest, you are my wife and I am your husband.”

  “Aye, that is a truth.” She looked up at the sky then twisted to the waterfall. “She has seen. She sees everything.”

  “Who does?”

  “Mother Nature. This is her plan for us and we have her blessing.”

  He studied her—this captivating, curious woman who held so much so close yet was also an open book. “I believe you’re right. She does see everything.”

  Isla smiled and her beauty stole his breath all over again.

  Gathering her close, he lowered her to the soft ground. Moss covered the earth, spongy and warm, it was the softest bed. “I’m your husband. I promise to protect and care for you always. You’ll never want for anything. We are together till death do us part.”

  “And then in the afterlife.”

  “That would suit me well.” The rest of the world faded away. His constant efforts with the rebellion and the seating of the true king slipped from his mind like a distant memory. He had no right to be so happy after some of the things he’d done, sins he’d committed, but he wasn’t going to worry about atoning for that. This wonderful woman accepted him for who he was.

  Nothing else mattered.

  She spread her legs as if inviting him inside her.

  His cock was hardening again. He knew it would. How could it not?

  * * *

  Isla stared up at the Highland warrior she was destined to be with for all of time. His face was one she wanted to see every day for the rest of her life and beyond.

  His cock nudged her pussy.

  “I am yours.”

  “It will only ever be me,” he whispered. “I will kill any other man who touches you after I have claimed you.”

  “I ken.” And she did. He’d said it with such conviction. Such fervour. There was no way he’d allow another man to even brush past her. McTavish was more than a man; he was a way of life.

  He’d been worth the wait.

  She tipped her hips and clung to his shoulders. As she stared into his eyes he pushed into her, stretching her with the tip of his once again hard cock.

  She held her breath.

  “Relax,” he murmured. “I won’t hurt you.”

  She swallowed as he entered her higher. It did hurt, but in a good way. He was filling her, thrilling her, going so deep.

  “Hook your legs behind me,” he ordered. “Tight.”

  She did as he’d asked and he slid deeper still. His big, solid body rubbing over her clit created a delicious sensation that made her entire body fizz.

  Her breath stuttered and she clung tighter to him. “McTavish.”

  “Is it good yet?”

  “Aye, oh, aye.”

  He smiled against her lips and continued his slow ride into her.

  She panted, squirmed, and accepted all of him. When she didn’t think he could get any deeper inside her, she took him some more.

  “In heaven’s name, this is where I want to be for always,” he whispered. “Never have I been with a woman as tight and sweet as you.”

  “And never will you be with another.”

  “That is a truth, my
love.” He shifted his hips, rubbing over her clit as his chest brushed against hers.

  She moaned into his mouth, adoring his weight over her, the heat of his body, and the hardness of his cock.

  “We’ll find pleasure together,” he said. “I will not tolerate you ever being left without it when we join as man and wife. This is for both of us, not just a man as some would believe.”

  “Aye, I want that.”

  “And you shall have it, always.” He lifted slightly, straightening his arms and looking down at where they joined.

  Isla did the same and became enraptured with the sight of his cock driving in and out of her pussy. Her dark pubic hair was still a little damp from their swim, as was his. And he was so big, his limbs so thick and strong, hers pale and slender.

  “We fit perfectly,” he said, his voice strained.

  “Aye.” She slid her hands to his neck, then cupped his jaw and forced him to look at her again. “Give me that pleasure you talked of… please, sir.”

  He dropped down and kissed her, once again his body rubbing over her clit.

  She groaned into his mouth and clung to him tighter, not knowing where her body ended and his began. Was this really the act she’d heard other women complaining about? For her it was intense, wonderful, and as if she’d been waiting her entire life for this very experience.

  “Come, my love,” he murmured, not easing up his delicious mastery of her body. “The way you did last night for me.”

  “I will… oh, I am.” The pressure had built so quickly. Deep inside her a release so powerful was getting ready to explode. She shook, arched her back, and squeezed her eyes shut.

  “No, look at me, Isla, look into my eyes.”

  She refocused on him, seeming to drown in his gaze as she reached the point of no return. Holding her breath, she balanced on the edge of ecstasy for a few incredible seconds then pulsed through her climax.

  “Aye, aye… argh.” He shunted into her, higher still and his cock jerked.

  Not breaking eye contact, she spiralled through her orgasm knowing he was feeling the same incredible sensation of release. Never had she had a more perfect moment. Mother Nature was smiling down on her and rewarding her for all the times she’d presented offerings and worship.

 

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