"Have you considered that my brother may bring a battle to your clan's doorstep that will make this border skirmish seem like a child's game?"
His hands fell away. "Aye, I have."
"Then allow me to go, Conor."
Victoria pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips lingered, pressed together, touching barely, but by no means chaste. They circled around in a lover's dance, their lips exploring each other's.
Conor ran his hands under her chemise and cupped her bottom. His large hands engulfed her orbs and lifted her body into him.
"Spread your legs for me once again, Victoria. Allow me to take your scent upon me when I go." He backed her toward the bed, falling into it with her.
The temptation was great to ask him to take her immediately, but she knew he'd resist if she did.
Eyes shut, he pressed his forehead against hers, and they remained as such until he once again took her mouth with his.
He pushed her chemise up, exposing her bottom half, and then he lifted his kilt and guided his stiffness forward.
When he thrust into her, Victoria released his mouth and called out his name. He filled her completely before pulling out just enough for the friction of the movement to propel him to move into her again.
The bed rocked as he moved in and out of her with grace and perfection that brought her to tears.
On he continued, all the while keeping his lips pressed on her skin, his tongue laving at her neckline as if attempting to absorb her taste.
Dark hair fell forward across Conor's brow, his muscles straining with the long strokes of his lovemaking.
He took her hands in his and held them over her head. "Look at me, Victoria. I want to see you crest."
They locked eyes, and she strained to prolong the moment, but the eroticism of looking into his eyes, along with his movements, made it impossible. She lifted up to him, their bodies slamming together at sensing the nearness of their climax.
"Oh, Conor!" Victoria screamed as she floated.
Conor lost control, his movements remained strong, but all rhythm was gone as he thrust into her several times before also coming. His roar of completion fell over her.
He released her hands, and she brought her arms around his shoulders, not wanting to let him go.
"I must go. My men await," Conor lifted from the bed.
His eyes searched her face. "You will be well. Do not fret. Calum will ensure you are well-treated."
Victoria bit her lip, not sure what to reply. If she waited for him, what was the use, he'd already admitted that he'd marry a Scottish woman. "Fare well and safe travels, Conor."
A muscle on his jaw tightened at her words, but he only nodded.
For an unexplainable reason, she didn't want him to leave burdened, and maybe she could think of a way to impede her brother from arriving until after Conor returned. "Very well, you win. I will wait, Conor."
He gathered her close and kissed her hair. "It's all I ask."
Moments later, Victoria leapt from the bed and went to the window. Indeed, a large group of men mingled in the courtyard, some already mounted. She watched Conor walk out to join them. His imposing presence took everyone's attention.
Conor's brother walked to him, and they spoke but a short time. Calum looked up to the window and met her eyes, his expression more curious than anything. He nodded to whatever Conor said and the brothers embraced. Calum slapped Conor's shoulder and looked up at her again.
A boy brought Conor's immense battle horse, and he mounted. Then with a loud call he brought everyone else to mount as well.
Without looking back, he rode out of the keep, a long line of men behind him.
"Victoria?" Cailyn called from the doorway. "Are you well?"
"Yes," she replied, glad for the distraction. "As soon as I dress, will you show me the grounds?"
"Of course," Conor's sister told her with a bright smile.
Victoria studied Cailyn. "I fear what will happen if my brother Jamie arrives here intent on finding me."
Cailyn nodded. "I've heard about him. Is he as ruthless as they say?"
"It depends on the situation I suppose. Someone will have to waylay him until Conor returns and I convince him to allow me to go with Jamie. We don't need another war." Victoria studied Cailyn. "I may need your help if it comes to be that Jamie arrives. He has a soft spot when it comes to women."
Cailyn became thoughtful, her dark blue eyes sliding away from Victoria. "Is that so?"
The End
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Read the next in the Highlander Temptation series, Highland Temptress (Book 2); Cailyn and Jamie's first encounter.
Highland Temptation Series
Highlander's Captive
Highland Temptress
Highlander Returns
Highland Desire
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