Page 40 of Sins of the Highlander

“I. Must. See. Your. Face,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Think ye I canna please ye without that?”

She climbed on top of him and settled herself on his cock, rubbing her wet slit over its length. He fought to keep from spewing his seed over his belly.

He willed himself not to come.

“Your face,” he demanded.

Instead, she thrust her breasts toward him, her hard nipples grazing his cheeks, his lips, his closed eyes. He steeled himself not to capture one of them with his mouth.

When she gave up and tilted back, she made sure he slid into her all the way. Bound as he was, he could no more stop that than he could stop breathing.

She was tighter than a fisted glove. And wetter than waterweed.

She began to move. Slowly at first, but then with increasing speed. The pressure on his balls mounted with each stroke. She meant to subdue him with pleasure, drive him to release. She goaded him along like an ox to slaughter.

“Robin,” she whispered. “Dinna fight so hard. Give yourself to me.”

He shook his head, too incoherent with need for speech.

“Ach, verra well. I see your heart is set on it, and when have I e’er given a man aught but what he most wished?”

She raised herself up on her knees, so only the tip of him remained within her tight grip. She squeezed him once with the tiny muscles of her inner walls, careful not to expel him.

“But which face is it to be, I wonder?” She stretched out a hand and sank her fingers deep into his chest.

Rob sucked a startled breath over his teeth.

Deeper and deeper, she probed. He expected agony as she brushed his beating heart, but he felt only warmth and acceptance in her questing touch.

“There it is,” she said softly and pulled her hand back. His flesh closed behind her hand without leaving a mark.

The room brightened, not from lightning but from the woman herself. She glowed like a candle. When she looked down at him, it was with Elspeth’s hazel eyes, Elspeth’s virginal lips curved in a sensual, knowing smile. The milk-white breasts were Elspeth’s, firm and high. The tender triangle of hair covering her sex was Elspeth’s rich chestnut.

“Is this the face ye wish for?”

She was everything he wished for. His body raced to the edge of release. He teetered on the precipice, waiting only for her to lower herself onto his cock once again.

“As I thought,” she said, the light fading as she leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “And now, Robin, my love, ye must wake.”

He felt himself tumbling into a deep well, but just before he struck the bottom…

Rob jerked himself awake. His cock throbbed beneath his kilt, still primed for release. The sun had long since set, so it was nearly as dark in the small cabin as the bedchamber in his dream. But Rob had always been cat-eyed at night. Strange that he hadn’t been in his dream. He could see Elspeth lying beside him right enough, close but not touching. Near enough for him to feel her warmth.

Her mouth was parted in the relaxation of slumber, and her closed eyes made him ache to plant a kiss on them. He willed his body to settle. He forced himself to think of a dog eating its own vomit, a corbie plucking the eye from a corpse on a field of battle, anything to keep from coming in a shuddering rush with her sleeping so innocently beside him.

What if she were to wake and catch his body bucking in release?

He’d been a heartless bastard to turn from her as he did after she’d trusted him to waken her to the joys of the flesh. But he was so confused, he didn’t trust himself to speak to her. Didn’t know what to say. Not after Fiona had danced in his head while he touched Elspeth.

Double-mindedness was worse than madness. A double-minded man couldn’t tell if he was afoot or horseback.

Then the succubus in his dreams! As if he needed a third woman to further muddle the question.

He wanted Elspeth, whether it was wise or not. He didn’t need his dream wraith to tell him that. The fact that she was his prisoner and another man’s bride didn’t bode well for anything but a fleeting tryst or two between them.

And despite the outcome of his dream, he still loved his wife and feared that he dishonored Fiona’s memory every time his eye followed Elspeth about.