Free Banished by Tamara Gill

chuckled
at his knowing grin. “Were you always so full of yourself, druid and I know you
use your Scottish lilt to full advantage at times?” She frowned. Cian was an
immortal druid and she was not.
    “What's the
matter?” he asked, hugging her, the hard muscles of his chest flexing as his
hold tightened.
    “I'm going to
die.”
    His lips nibbled
her lobe and a shiver of need sparked through her, fogging her mind to what her
life would be like, growing old when Cian remained young.
    “Not if we can
help it.”
    “What do you
mean?” she asked pulling back and looking up at him.
    “You must speak
to Zeus. It's been centuries, Chloe. Surely he would forgive you now.”
    “He won't.” She
shook her head. “It's not in his nature to do so.” Zeus hated Cian with such
abhorrence Chloe knew her father would never forgive them.
    “Were you not
his favorite?”
    “Zeus really
never had a favorite, no matter what I might have thought.” She paused, knowing
she had thought the same. That Zeus’s love for her would save her when he found
out the truth of her and Cian’s love. But it had not. If anything it had made
him more angry. “Cian.”
    “Yes.”
    “Make love to
me,” she asked, watching as his eyes widened and heated at her words.
    Cian lifted her
from the settee and carried her to the only bedroom in the cottage. He laid her
down on her bed, still unmade and rumpled from her uneasy sleep the night
before.
    Heat stole over
her cheeks as Cian stood before her and pulled off his jumper. Her mouth dried
at the sight of his muscular body, wide shoulders and pecs to make any body
builder jealous. Not to mention his bulging sweatpants.
    She reached out,
clasped the hem of his pants, and pulled him toward her. His eyes burned and a
part of Chloe that had lain silent for so long awakened. She ran her hand down
the front and clasped his large, erect cock. Gosh he was big. She’d forgotten
how big.
    She smiled.
    “You’ll unman me
if you continue to touch me like that, lass.”
    Cian moaned as
she tightened her hold and heat pooled at her center. Chloe kneeled on the bed
and threw off her pajama top. “Can I leave my pants up to you?”
    “Absolutely.” Cian
pushed her back and Chloe laughed as she hit the bedding. He ripped her bottoms
off and came down over her, his heat and weight only adding to her need. She
wrapped her legs about his hips and pushed against him. Needed release, wanted
him like she’d never wanted anyone in her life.
    “I think,” Cian
said, helping her take his sweatpants off, “I can’t make love to you, Chloe. It’s
been too long for me to be gentle.”
    She chuckled,
the sound husky to her own ears. “I’m quite fine with that.”
    Cian thrust into
her and she moaned. Her fingers scored down his back as the friction inside,
his size and length was everything she remembered.
    His hands clasped
her arse and he pulled her hard against him, deepening their contact. Her body
begged for release and with every stroke, touch and thrust, Cian brought her
closer to what she craved.
    She kissed him
and his frantic lovemaking slowed to an unhurried torment. “What are you doing
to me?” she gasped, as he teased her, beckoned and loved her.
    His lips took
hers and the passion and need she felt in his embrace made her stomach clutch. “I
love you,” Cian said, simply.
    Chloe pushed against
his chest and rolled Cian onto his back. She straddled his hips and impaled
herself on his large, satisfying shaft.
    Cian moaned as
she played with his chest, his muscles bunching with every move between them.
The smell of the ocean mixed with the scent of sex intoxicated her and she
loved him the only way she knew how. Hoped beyond reason that she was enough woman
for this larger than life man.
    Delicious
pressure built to an inferno inside. Cian clasped her hips and pulled her hard
against him. It was too much sensation. Too much yet not enough. Never enough.
    Chloe moaned
never having felt this