“That was unbelievably wonderful.” Liam whispered in her ear and then nibbled lightly on her earlobes.
“I’m glad,” Ginny felt her grin growing with pride as every second ticked by. They sat together in a comfortable embrace for several long moments as Liam caught his breath and bathed in the afterglow of an intense climax. But soon enough Ginny was starting to itch for more and Liam was all too happy to comply.
Without a word spoken Liam cupped Ginny face in his hands and slowly leaned in for a passionate kiss with tongues and teeth dueling it out. Liam even bared his fangs a bit and nicked Ginny’s lips, letting a few drops of blood flow freely from her pouty lips. Licking up the dripping blood Liam attacked Ginny’s mouth more intensely while at the same time reaching behind Ginny’s back to undo her bra. In one fluid movement Ginny’s bra was on the floor and her bosom was free. Her perky nipples stood at attention as Liam moved his hands across her breasts.
The sensation of Liam hands on her bare breasts was stimulating and even more so when he gave the girls a bit of a squeeze. A breathy gasp escaped Ginny’s lips as Liam moved his intense kissing and licking from Ginny’s lips down her neck and across her collarbone, making a beeline for her exposed bosom. In one fell swoop Liam captured Ginny’s nipple in his mouth, sucking ever so slightly to bring the sensitive nub to full attention. Liam didn’t want the other breast to feel left out so he continued to squeeze and stimulate it with his hands.
“Ah! Ah!” Ginny cried out as the attention to her breasts continued to turn her on. It was only a matter of moments before Ginny was wet and ready for Liam to move forward with their love making. Liam could sense Ginny’s needs and desires and moved his hands from her breasts down to her underwear and helped her wiggle her way out of the last piece of clothing she wore. Soon both of them were completely naked on the museum floor with only their discarded clothes as cushion.
Liam spread Ginny’s legs wide and settled himself in between them. Ginny nodded her head when Liam began to move into position. She wanted this and she was ready for it. Slowly Liam pushed his hard member into Ginny’s ready and wet hole. There was a slight discomfort as Liam was rather wide and long, but soon enough the pain subsided as Liam began to rock back and forth inside of her.
“AH!” Ginny felt utterly stimulated at the penetration she was receiving from Liam. She was as full and aroused as was humanly possible, certainly more so than she had ever experienced before. To say it was mind blowing would have been an understatement. Liam thrust in and out of Ginny at a rather intense pace, clearly feeling the passion himself and eager to bring it to full fruition. Ginny wrapped her arms around Liam’s strong shoulders and groaned and moaned out her love and enjoyment of the love making.
After a few more moments of lovemaking, both Liam and Ginny were at their tipping points and ready to feel their release. Ginny practically clawed at Liam’s shoulders leaving angry red marks all across his skin. Liam sought out Ginny’s neck and bared his fangs to sink deep into her neck. The pain was nearly non-existent for Ginny as Liam started to suck her blood while also continuing to thrust in and out of her at a breakneck pace. It didn’t take long from that moment for Liam to clench his muscles and shoot his seed deep into Ginny’s welcoming body. Ginny also reached her climax and orgasmed like she never had before in her life.
For several long seconds Ginny only saw the white hot passion flash across her eyes as she relaxed into Liam’s arms and rode out the feeling of pure ecstasy that came from a mind blowing climax and orgasm. Liam also rode out the high with Ginny, wrapped up in each other’s arms. Together they just sat there in pure bliss and cuddled, reveling in the afterglow of sex. Several moments passed before either one of them spoke. It was Ginny who said something first.
“Well that was freaking amazing,” it was by far an understatement, but she had to start somewhere. Liam simply chuckled, sending vibrations throughout Ginny’s body.
“I would have to agree,” he stated.
“I’ve never felt such a bond with someone before. It’s crazy how connected I feel with you.” Ginny leaned back slightly to take Liam in one more time. He had a similar expression of semi-disbelief and curiosity.
“It is uncanny,” Liam started, but shook his head as if he changed his mind on what he was going to say. Ginny yearned to ask him about it, but she desperately sought to quash out her journalist tendencies and tried to just enjoy the moment. Her resolve lasted all of three seconds before she just couldn’t help herself.
“What do you mean by that?” Ginny prodded. Liam shifted and looked somewhat uncomfortable all of the sudden. Ginny was at once intensely interested in what he had to say and growing worried about why he was acting so strangely.
“The last time I had such a strong connection with someone, it was Philippa.” Ginny knew then why he was being so odd. He was talking about his ex-girlfriend again. While it irked Ginny that he was talking about another lover, she just couldn’t stop pressing him for information.
“What ever happened to her? You talk about her so longingly.” Ginny pulled back slightly from Liam, her journalistic-self beginning to dominate the situation.
“She was my love from many centuries ago. I actually was the one to turn her into a vampire, but even that immortality couldn’t save her from the eternal sleep she now exists in.” Liam looked away as though the shame of not being able to save his love was entirely his fault. Ginny’s heart broke a little at the sight of the man before her so clearly in pain. She squashed anymore of her interview-like questions and instead chose to press herself against him in a comforting kind of way.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered softly.
“It’s not your fault.” Liam stroked her hair gently and the two of them sat quietly once more. All the while Ginny’s mind continued to work and to wonder about the man she was surely in love with. Sure there were plenty of things she still didn’t know about it, Philippa included, but he was never secretive with her and he was always open to telling her anything and everything she ever wanted to know. Liam was an open book to her and Ginny was keen to keep notes for a book of her own.
Chapter Four
After the night in the museum Ginny went home and simply basked in her happiness. She felt comfortable saying that her life was going extremely well and she was beyond excited for where things were going to between her and Liam. At the same time she was ever so slightly worried and more than a little curious about Liam’s former lover Philippa. Ginny had purposely not asked more about her ‘eternal sleep’ but her curiosity was surely going to spike up again soon and make her question.
That night, once Ginny had come home from her magical night in the museum she wrote up another blog post. She was hesitant to put all the details in there, especially concerning the sex, but in the end she decided to bare all and put the entire story up there, sex and all. Her readers would want to know and she didn’t want to deny them the juiciest bits.
The next morning however, things blew up for Ginny. She went from having a few hundred readers to thousands. Her story was more than just popular; she was trending hardcore on nearly every social media site. It was like overnight instant celebrity status and Ginny wasn’t sure how to handle it. What was worse was wondering whether or not Liam had found out about the blog and what he would think about it. She had never stopped to think about what Liam’s reaction would be to her blog. Ginny had to see Liam right away.
Quickly Ginny punched the numbers into her phone and the sound of a dial tone filled her ears. But Liam didn’t answer, instead it went to voicemail. Ginny was conflicted about whether or not she should leave a voicemail or not when another call came ringing in. It was Liam.
“Liam?” Ginny was slightly panicked but tried to keep her voice calm.
“Ginny can you come over right away?” Liam had an odd tone to his voice which threw Ginny off.
“Of course, I can be there in less than fifteen minutes.” Ginny started to grab her stuff and head for the d
oor.
“Good, I will see you soon then.” Liam hung up and Ginny rushed down the four flights of stairs and dashed out onto the street. An odd sense of uncertainty gripped her and made her stomach flip the entire journey from her apartment to Liam’s. Had he already found out about the blog? Was it something else entirely? Not knowing exactly what it was, was killing Ginny. The fifteen minute drive seemed like an eternity to her.
Finally the cab pulled up the familiar building and Ginny made her way through the security and onwards to Liam’s penthouse apartment. This time as she stood in front of his door the nervousness she was feeling wasn’t necessarily good. She knocked softly, still unsure of what she was about to be facing. The door opened and Liam stood there, a picture of pure chaos. It was then that Ginny realized her summons to his penthouse apartment was not in relation to the blog. There was something far greater at work here.
“Liam? What’s wrong?” Ginny moved to pull him into a comforting hug, but Liam withdrew into his apartment and Ginny, though hurt at his reaction, followed him inside. Softly she shut the door behind her and followed where Liam had disappeared to. Around the corner she saw him sitting on the couch, a bundle of nerves and perhaps even the slightest hint of fear. Now Ginny was truly worried.
“Liam, talk to me.” Ginny had never seen this man before her, he was all nerves and uncertainty and it made Ginny insanely worried and curious as to the reason why. Liam built up his courage and opened his mouth. When the words finally came out Ginny instantly wished they hadn’t.
“Philippa has awoken from her slumber.” Ginny was lucky she was close to the couch as her legs gave out from underneath her. There was so much more behind those simple words than perhaps even Ginny knew. But in that moment Ginny knew the unwavering fact that Liam’s former lover, one whom he had thought of over the course of centuries, the woman he compared to her, was awake. Ginny could have cried. How could the love they had just started to share with each other compare with a love that surpassed time itself? There was no comparison.
“I never thought this day would come, it has been so long I hardly even remembered what she looked like.” Ginny was pulled back, suddenly unsure of what Liam was trying to say. She dared not speak, hesitant to break the thought process Liam was working through.
“I know I should be with her as she wakes, but all my mind can think about it you. The love I had for Philippa should be filling me, but it’s not. The moment you walked into the door I knew why my love hadn’t come back. My heart belongs to you now.” Liam then moved his eyes from boring holes in the floor to piercing Ginny’s soul. Had he really chosen her over his love from across time?
The distance between them was suddenly closed as Liam stood from the couch and pulled Ginny into an intimate embrace and cupped her face with his hands. There was a warmth in his hands that Ginny hadn’t noticed before and in that moment she knew with all her heart that Liam had chosen her. He had chosen their new love over the centuries of love for Philippa. Ginny pulled Liam down and their lips crashed together. Their love was going to be something for the ages, Ginny was sure.
THE END
Into the Highlander’s Realm
Samantha Leal
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1.
Moira looked up at the clock and watched the second hand tick, tick, tick slowly around until it rested on the twelve. Four minutes, she counted in her head. That’s how long she had been sitting there watching it, and that’s also how long she had left to go until she could switch off her computer, gather up her things and get the hell out of there.
It hadn’t been an easy week. Or an easy month. In fact, when Moira really thought about it, her whole year so far had been nothing but trouble and even now, on the eve of her escape to freedom for two weeks, she was sitting there completely weary and dreading the exit from the office.
She should have listened. They had all warned her about him and she had even known that she was setting herself up for a fall, but the moment Jack Tranter flashed his glistening baby blues at her, she had been sucked right in.
“He’s a player, Moira,” her colleague Erica had told her over lunch one spring afternoon as the girls sat outside their local coffee house flipping through magazines and snapping pictures of their Caesar salads.
“He’ll only hurt you,” Claire had confirmed.
“But I think I can change him,” Moira had said naïvely. “I think we have something special, and I’m pretty sure he can’t be faking.”
Erica and Claire had both looked at each other as if they didn’t have the heart to burst her bubble any more, but Moira dismissed it because she hoped she was the one who was right. After all, neither of the girls had had firsthand experience with Jack. They had just been told various bits of information from one or two other secretaries from around the office. And when Moira asked for more details, they couldn’t even tell her. For all of these reasons she was skeptical, and she and Jack were having such a great time together, she just couldn’t imagine it going any other way but up.
How she wished she would have listened.
After three months of amazing sex, deep conversations and grand plans, Jack had simply fallen off the face of the earth. When Moira finally managed to track him down, he had his arm around another woman, was cuddling up to her in plain sight for anyone to see and was nibbling her earlobe. When Moira had approached them, he looked at her as if she were a stranger and then declared at the top of his voice for everyone in a mile radius to hear, “What’s the matter with you, you psycho? We had one date. We were never exclusive.”
His companion had looked at her as if she were crazy and Moira had scuttled away, completely heartbroken and torn in two. How could he have done that to her? Less than a week earlier they had been planning on a trip over to Moira’s ancestral home of Scotland to discover a bit more about her roots and reconnect with her family’s past.
She had cried solidly for one week and then she got angry. No one was going to treat her that way. She was determined to pull herself together and move on with her life. As the sun set on a warm Sunday afternoon, she had curled up on the couch with a glass of red wine and opened her laptop.
She had never been to Scotland before, but after losing her parents several years earlier, she had felt a strange pull to go there and see what it was all about.
Her parents had always lived in the United States, but she had been told countless stories of their distant ancestors and the legends surrounding them. She had fantasized for a long time about taking the plunge and booking her flights over to Glasgow, but she had never had the nerve…
Until now.
She cradled the warm glass of wine in her palm of thought of the look on Jack’s face when he had so publically humiliated her. She was so much better than him, and now she was going to prove it. She opened up the British Airways website and booked her flight. Two weeks in Scotland and leaving as soon as possible. As she drained the rest of her glass and rested the laptop down on the couch beside her, her heart was racing and her palms were sweating. A part of her couldn’t believe that she had actually done it!
Now she was waiting for her work day to end, and finally, when she looked up at the clock again, her four minutes were up. She put on her “out of office,” closed down her workstation and slipped her jacket around her shoulders. Now all she had to do was get the hell out of there without Jack Tranter seeing her as she went.
She ducked out of her office and walked swiftly with her head down as she passed his room. She was sure she heard him call her name, but there was no way she was going to wait and find out. She pushed her way out of the shining double doors, into
the sunlight and out into freedom.
She was on her way!
2.
Back home at her apartment, Moira spent the evening ironing and folding clothes, gathering up toiletries and arranging outfits on the end of her bed. She went into her storage cupboard and wheeled out the biggest suitcase she had before hauling it up onto the bed and filling it with everything she could possibly need to see her through the next fortnight.
Before she had time to think, it was almost 10:00 pm, and she was getting tired. She flopped down on her bed and looked at her cell phone. In horror she realized that she had a missed call from Jack an hour earlier. To see his name come up on the screen made her stomach churn. A week or so before she had wanted nothing more than for him to call her and apologize, to tell her it was all a big joke or misunderstanding. But that phone call had never came and she knew that it would all be a lie, anyway. She covered her face with her hands as her heart raced in her chest. Could she even contemplate calling him back?
Deep down she knew the answer, and so she rolled over and shoved the phone underneath her pillow. She didn’t want to or need to know what he had to say. He had done enough damage to last her a lifetime.
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