Highlander's Desire: A Scottish Historical Time Travel Romance (Called by a Highlander Book 5) by Mariah Stone

Author:Mariah Stone [Stone, Mariah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stone Publishing
Published: 2021-02-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Angus’s lips were soft but firm, his beard tickling her face. Rogene melted against him as he wrapped his strong arms around her and drew her to himself. Her head spun, as though she were on a helicopter that was spiraling out of control.

What are you doing? a voice screamed in her head. Did you just break off the marriage of Angus Mackenzie and Euphemia Ross? Did you just change history?

No, she couldn’t do it! She couldn’t give in to her own desires. She’d come here and mixed everything up. If Angus didn’t marry Euphemia, she wouldn’t bear him Paul Mackenzie, who’d save Robert III, the founder of royal Stuart line. Hundreds of years of Scottish history would be erased and changed. All because of her.

She pushed herself away from him. “I need to tell you something,” she said, breathing heavily, her body feeling like it were dissolving and melting into warm wax.

“What?” he asked, kissing her again.

Oh dear Lord, those lips… He kissed her gently once, teasing her. Then a second time, bringing her blood seething like a flow of lava.

“You need to marry her,” she said through those kisses.

“Nae, I dinna,” he said, dipping his tongue between her lips, invading her mouth. “Nae more.”

As his tongue began a teasing, lashing, seductive dance against hers, all thoughts disappeared, and her head went blank. “Hmmmm,” she moaned into his lips.

The electricity she’d always felt when he touched her came back a hundredfold. Meeting his skillful tongue, she felt that an electromagnetic field went through her body, charging her every cell with life and energy and light. She rubbed against him as he teased and licked her tongue like he couldn’t get enough of her. Like he’d finally gotten his prize.

He buried his fingers in her hair and held her head like a precious gift. Probing, playing, his sleek tongue glided against hers, and her insides burned and squeezed.

He smoothed his hands down her neck and farther down her body. His fingers brushed against the naked skin of her back, the touch like a brush of heat. Even through the material of her sleeves, her skin tingled as his hands went down her arms. She realized she was wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He grabbed the edges of her torn dress and began kissing down her jaw and her neck, spreading small bursts of pleasure through her.

He was so hot, as though he were running a fever, and smelled like the Highlands: woods and earth, thistle and heather, and something otherworldly and magical. He was a Highland warrior, making love to her, impairing her thoughts. She felt as if she were in a dream.

He leaned back a little as he dragged the edges of her dress down her chest and stared there.

Right…her wound.

“Doesna it hurt?” he asked.

There was no such thing as hurt in a world where he filled her whole body with endorphins. “No.”

“Good.”

With one swift movement, he drew her dress all the way down to her waist, exposing her breasts.

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