that taste had her craving more, as much as he could give her.

She was softly spun and saw that the darkness of his eyes had grown so wide that only a thin rim of grey was there. He kissed her then dipped to suckle the bud of her breast. Her back was arched over the brace of his right arm around her back as his left gripped her bottom. He lifted her by her hips and she felt him ease into her.

Slowly, she sank down on him, and he held her there as he moaned into her mouth. Mary wasn’t sure what to do until he whispered. “Move on me…just like riding a horse.”

Lacing her hand under his hair, she braced herself on her knees and began to rock. They were so close; her heated breath mingled with his. His mouth dipped to kiss her neck and one hand grasped her hip, guiding her. Her smooth rocking, rising and falling had the water on a smooth ebb and flow. He gave her slow, gentle thrusts. Rolling her head back, she grabbed his shoulders and raked her nails across his skin.

Their mouths barely parted, and his kisses were as hot as the water around them. He was swelling inside her, she felt it. Then, he spun them so her back was braced on the wall of the tub instead of his. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he braced his arms on the tub’s rim and began to increase his pace.

Water sloshed around them, flooding the floor but neither cared. Her blunt nails were embedded in his back. As he increased his pace, he reached in between her legs and found her nub, caressing her. She gasped as sparks showered through her body. He hiked her up a little more as his lips closed over a nipple, licking, and sucking, and the dual sensations combined to play havoc on her senses.

Lights began to dance before her eyes. “Leith—”

His hands gripped her bottom, holding her prisoner to his thrusts, “Yer heaven, Mary, being inside ye is pure heaven.” He slammed into her repeatedly until her spine turned molten, and her body locked up tight. A wild rush of wanton ecstasy took her over, possessing her from the inside and flowing to every limb.

Her pleasure began to ebb when she realized Leith was not inside her. His arms were trembling, locked tight on the rim. His eyes were shut tight and he was so tense against her. Mary ran wet fingers on his cheek and he looked at her with a fire still blazing in his eyes. Drawing him into a kiss she then felt him—he was still hard. He had not finished in her because there was a chance that she would bear his child.

Her hand slid down to grasp him and slowly she stroked him. Leith buried his face in her neck and whispered soft Gaelic words that she did not understand. His manhood was thick and heavy in her hand as she stoked from slowly from root to tip.

She felt his chest shudder and tremble as she pleasured him, and it gave her a sense of power. Leith might be powerful and formidable, but right then she had the authority to make him quiver and groan. When his body got tight, she increased her speed, remembering how he had taught her to touch him. A small twist near the tip had him slamming his mouth on hers, kissing her with fierce possession as he released into the water.

His hands finally slipped from the rim to her waist as he kissed her softly. Joining with him had made her body sing, but his kisses made her heart flutter. Mary could feel his passion for her. She looped her arms around him and traded his soft kisses back to him.

“We’d better get out of this water,” he sighed. “It’s getting cold.”

Standing, Leith carefully placed his feet on the wet floor and helped her out, drying her off with a thick cloth. Wrapping it around her, she followed him into his chambers. As she reached for the discarded dress, he stopped her and handed her a long léine.

“Yer sleeping with me tonight,” He said with a no-debate tone.

Sleepy fatigue was pulling at her and though she knew the prudent way was to leave, she nodded and slid into bed. Leith had only put on another pair of braies and joined her. Mary slid into the circle of his arms and rested her head on his chest.

Immediately, his hand began rubbing a slow strip down her spine. “Robasdan came through and sent me a mind healer. The man left some herbal concoctions for him to cleanse his blood and others to calm his mind. He’ll be cleansing for almost a week straight and then taking the other to calm his mind. In two weeks, he’ll be right back on his feet,”

Pure, deep relief was in Leith’s tone and Mary twisted her head to look at him. He, however, was staring at the ceiling, tiredness, relief, and hope were flitting across his face. “I want him back, Mary, I want him to finish what he started and then hand the lairdship over to me willingly.

“I’m sure he’ll be back,” Mary replied, her eyes drooping. Speaking about his parents only made her grieve hers. “I admire you, Leith. How you stand strong for your parents. I don’t even know what I’d do if I see mine again.”

“Ye would forgive them even when they were the ones who did ye wrong,” Leith kissed her forehead. “That’s just the pure soul ye are.”

As she drifted off, Mary hoped he was right. Then again, do I even want to see them at all?

25

For once, his life seemed to come to a level. Things were moving easier, the distresses with Cooper were gone as was the man himself, and his father was getting better every day. Leith stole as much time as he could with Mary but most

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