Their kiss deepened, fueled by the intensity of their longing and the fear that had gripped them during Fiona’s ordeal. Relief at her safe return mingled with a fierce desire for one another.
Fiona’s hands roamed over Alisdair’s strong frame, memorizing the contours of his body as if to ensure he was truly there with her. His caress set her skin ablaze, every brush of his fingers sending sparks of electricity through her veins. In that moment, nothing else existed but the two of them, lost in a world where duty and danger faded into insignificance.
Alisdair cupped her face, his thumbs tracing the line of her jaw before tangling in her hair. He deepened the kiss, pouring all his unspoken emotions into the fervent meeting of their lips. Fiona responded in kind, her heart pounding in rhythm with his as they clung to one another, the heat between them igniting a passionate flame that consumed all doubts and fears.
Their bodies pressed together, fitting like two halves of a whole as their kiss deepened, the world falling away around them. Desire coursed through Fiona. It was an overwhelming need to be closer to Alisdair, to feel every part of him against her.
Alisdair moved his hands from her face to her waist, pulling her even closer as he deepened the kiss, their breaths mingling in a heady exchange. Fiona melted into his caress, her fingers threading through his hair as she lost herself in the intensity of their connection.
The weight of the past days, filled with worry and uncertainty, lifted from Fiona’s shoulders as she surrendered to the moment. Every caress from Alisdair was a promise of love and protection, a vow written in their bodily language.
As they broke apart for air, their foreheads resting against each other, they heard the footsteps of one of Fiona’s guards coming toward them. After one more quick kiss, she returned to the room she shared with her sisters and her lonely bed.
As she fell back to sleep, her mind was full of her future husband and the way his caress burned her.
