Page 20 of Her Highland Destiny

He slid his hands over her thighs and held her sweet hips. “It will be easier with me above ye.”

She shook her head. “Show me what to do.”

He was torn at the idea of her riding him, lost somewhere between desire and fear.

“You won’t hurt me,” she whispered.

He hoped he did not. He focused his thoughts on showing her what to do, how to raise her hips, how to guide him in, reassuring her he would help.

She lifted her hips and curled her fingers around his shaft. His cock jerked in anticipation and his ballocks drew tight. She angled him upward so he pointed directly where he had been so hungry to enter. Then, ever so carefully, she lowered onto him.

The heat of her enveloped the sensitive head of his cock. He gave a low grunt and forced himself to lie patient and still. Cassandra sank deeper, taking in the top part of his shaft as well. She gave a sigh and he could sense her body tingle with enjoyment.

She nudged her hips up and then slowly returned to the same place. A tight groan slipped from Fergus’ throat. It was all he could do to lay in place and allow her to control the pace, the depth. She continued to rock over him, each time she lowered further, and took him in deeper and deeper. Finally, she slid completely down him and the base of his phallus met the apex of her thighs.

She gripped him tightly in her sheath, almost too tightly. But it was more than his own sensations, he could feel hers as well, the way his cock stretched and filled her, the burning insistence of her body to move.

He let her rock on her own several times, her attempts clumsy with untried experience. There had been little pain for her and the delicate thrusts were becoming more desperate. Indeed, his own desires were screaming in his mind, driving him to plunge into her.

“Yes. Please.” Cassandra rubbed herself with frustration over him. “Do it. The way you want. The way we both want.”

He released one hand from her hips and settled his thumb against the swollen nub at the top of her sex. She drew a sharp breath. He rolled it in time with her movements, speeding when she sped. The waves of her pleasure were overwhelming, hot and delicious, especially when paired with his own experience of her gripping and gliding over his cock. Sweat beaded on his brow.

She was close. So damn close. He quickened his pace on the little bud and her panting came harder. He released her, grabbed her hips and thrust hard into her, plunging in and out. She cried out and arched her back, her small breasts bouncing each time their hips met.

Their bodies were on fire, alight with incredible passion, joined with sensations of both their experiences - gliding and slick, thick and hard, filling and stretching, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing. Her nails dug into his chest and pleasure exploded from him the same time her grip on him spasmed in her crises.

Euphoria took them to another place where they were not bound to the earth, where every nerve of their bodies flared with a bliss neither had ever known. They were joined, they were perfect. They were power. They were undefeatable.

The intensity of it was so great, it wiped clear Fergus’ mind for a brief moment and dragged down the wall he had so carefully erected and maintained. Cassandra jerked to stillness atop him. He opened his eyes, still panting with the effects of their unnatural coupling.

Cassandra stared down at him with hard confusion.

He drew up the wall once more, but his correction had come too late. She had already seen into his mind. He tried to push against her thoughts, to scrape away what she knew. He searched, desperate, and discovered nothing there. Nothing but a formidable wall.

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Cassandra knew everything, including the icy fear prickling through Fergus’ veins. Being in such close proximity to him gave her the strength, the knowledge, to close the curtain of her mind and keep him from seeing her thoughts. She only hoped she possessed the strength once they were not touching, when her mind was weakened without the stone.

The coital bliss between them cooled and she climbed from his body. She left her hand resting on his chest, hesitant to remove it and lose the surge in her power. He watched her intently, his brow furrowed in hard concentration.

He wondered what she had seen in his mind, and longed to extract the knowledge from her mind. His racing heartbeat under her palm calmed to a steady thud and still she did not pull away her hand. She knew everything.

He had never seen his son, he didn’t even know his name, yet still his love for the child was fierce. The king was using the boy to encourage Fergus to do his bidding. And Cassandra was part of that bidding. The king needed not only the stone, but also her.

Yet there was more, a part of Fergus going deeper than he even realized. There was good in him. A beautiful beacon of goodness shining in the inky darkness within. He had hope - for a family, for love. And she had become part of that hope, even as he knew he would have to turn her over to the king’s care. Even as he knew it would most likely end in her death.

The earth’s presence crackled around Cassandra. A reminder of the strength she stood upon every day, the strength she had only just learned to draw from. She closed her eyes and pulled the buzz of energy toward her. It hummed through her veins and lit her body and mind with exactly what she needed.

She opened her eyes and removed her hand from Fergus’ chest. His mind tapped against hers, and yet she maintained the control to keep him at bay.

“How do ye know how to do that?” he asked.

“A Protector’s secret.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. While she no longer had his ability to sense emotions wavering off anyone or read their thoughts, she could see the frustration carved on his face.

He rose from the bed, naked and obviously unashamed of his fully nude state. She was not so blissfully uncaring. Her face burned with heat. She had wanted him with a force wild enough to threaten to rip her apart, and what they had shared had been incredible.

All this time, he meant to betray her. And yet since the moment he met her, he did not want to. Every decision was for his son. Could she fault such a noble cause?