Free Highlander Unraveled (Highland Bound Book 6) by Eliza Knight

bending low for a minute to flick his tongue over my nipple, his hands cupping my breasts. Oh, yes, this…
    “There’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” he said.
    “I’m willing to try anything,” I murmured, threading my hands through his hair and moaning.
    “I love that about ye,” he said. “Wait right here.”
    “Trust me, I’m not going anywhere.”
    I watched him walk, naked, toward the foot of our bed. His ass was pure sexual perfection. Muscular, round, and just as tanned as the rest of him. He swam naked regularly, and I’d joined him on several occasions, though my pale skin had ended up burned, while his turned a delicious golden brown.
    Rory opened the trunk at the foot of the bed and pulled out a small satchel. He wiggled his brows at me, and then tugged open the strings and pulled out a long stretch of silky-looking cord.
    “What’s that?” I asked.
    “A gift from Logan.”
    I winged a brow.
    “A wedding gift,” he said, a naughty curve to his lips.
    My brow rose even further. I knew men in the modern era liked to talk shop, but I hadn’t realized they would in the past. They were all big, strong and warrior-like, talking politics and battle strategy.
    But sex?
    I guess I was wrong.
    “What’s it for?” I asked, curious. Was he going to tie me up? “And why haven’t we used it sooner?”
    “Ye’ll see… And I was waiting for just the right moment. This seems like it.”
    Rory looked around the room and then settled on a metal hook in the wall that had held a tapestry I’d asked him to remove it because it creeped me out. A battle scene that was gory in its threaded detail didn’t exactly help me to fall asleep at night.
    At his tall height, Rory easily reached the hook and threaded the cord through it, making a whizzing sound as he did it.
    “Come here,” he said, crooking his finger at me.
    I complied without question, bare feet padding across the cold stone. Eyes focused on him. My body was covered in tingles of anticipation.
    “Face the wall and hold your hands up.”
    I did as he asked, pressing my fingers to the cold stone. I arched my back a little, trying to get close to him. Wanting him to look at me and the curve of my back that led to my ass. Rory let out an appreciative whistle, sliding his hands over my buttocks, smacking one side and then the other.
    “Have I told ye today how beautiful ye are?” He whispered in my ear, sliding the cord gently around my wrists, his hard cock pressing up against my rear, his breath on my neck.
    “Only a dozen times,” I murmured, body lighting on fire.
    “Does that hurt?” he asked, tightening the cord.
    “No.” My heart pounded, breaths came quick. Excitement filled my blood. I’d never been tied up before, and the loss of control, of my husband being able to do whatever he wanted to me only made it that much more erotic.
    From behind, Rory slid his hands up and down my sides, his knuckles scraping over my ribs, the tops of his nails skimming over the sides of my breasts. Gooseflesh rose in the wake of his touch, and I shuddered, excited and filled with eagerness.
    He moved my hair to the side and pressed his lips to the skin at the nape of my neck. Rory glided his lips down over my spine, kneeling behind me to kiss each cheek of my behind. He used his hands to apply pressure to my legs, and I spread them, feeling the wetness of my need drip down the sides of my inner thighs.
    His teeth skimmed over my thigh and then he was standing again, his fingers trailing over the places he’d kissed
    “I still canna believe ye’re here with me,” he whispered.
    “If it’s a dream, I never want to wake.”
    He chuckled. “Then it’s a good thing we seem to rarely leave our bed.”
    I started to giggle, but his hands skimmed around the front of my body, fingers sliding between my folds and circling over my clit. Oh, but he always knew just how to touch me.
    My head fell back, and his mouth was waiting for me, his tongue