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

diving deep to mix with mine. Rory could kiss me until my breath ceased. He was an expert kisser, from every angle, position… I moaned, arching my back so my buttocks reared against his engorged cock.
    “How long will you make me wait?” I asked.
    “Hours,” he murmured. “Maybe I’ll leave ye tied here all day. Return to ye every hour and make ye climax until ye collapse.”
    Was he serious? I’d be lying if I didn’t admit the idea was more than intriguing. I shuddered, my nipples tightening, my sex throbbing, imagining myself helpless, wanting.
    Rory sensed my reaction, and let out soft, gravelly laugh of satisfaction as he pinched my rear.
    “Naughty, lass. Ye want me to do that…”
    “Kind of,” I said with a giggle.
    He let out his breath in a long whistle, and then murmured. “I could tell the servants ye are ill, to leave ye be, then no one would come inside.” He slid his hands up and over my forearms, gripping the backs of my hands where I held tight to the cord.
    His cock seemed to grow behind me, pressing thick against my buttocks, and I reacted immediately, pushing back, wanting.
    “Yes,” I murmured.
    “ Mo chreach ,” he cursed in Gaelic. “What am I going to do with ye?”
    I arched my back again, close enough that with one small twist, I could run my tongue over his lips. “Everything.”
    Rory groaned, opened his mouth and bit the tip of my tongue. “Damn, lass, but ye make me so hard. I’m going to walk around with my plaid tented the rest of the day.”
    A throaty laugh escaped me. “If you’re going to leave me tied here for hours… Well, then ye can think about that. About how much you want me.”
    Rory groaned. “Now who is being tormented?”
    And then he was grabbing my hips, tugging me back, his cock notching at the entrance to my sex, and thrusting forward.
    I cried out in surprise and pleasure, while he growled with feral passion.
    “I’m going to tie ye to the bed, and keep ye there for all time.” He thrust deep. Pulled out softly, and thrust deep again. “I want ye limp and wet and tingling all over.”
    I already was, holding tight to the cord as he drove deeper and deeper. My head had fallen back and all I could do was gasp and mewl.
    He lifted me slightly, until I stood on my tiptoes, letting him push deeper inside me. Then, effortlessly, he lifted me all the way, and I held tight to the cord, my entire body vibrating from pleasure.
    He pulled out, whirled me around, spreading my thighs around his hips and plunged in again. I held tight to him with my thighs, and he walked me backward, pressing my spine up against the wall.
    “I like this cord,” he said.
    I could only reply in a moan as the pressure he created between my thighs sent bolts of fiery pleasure rocketing through my veins, my muscles, and my nerves. Everything was on fire with delicious sensation.
    Rory claimed my mouth with his. I wanted badly to grab hold of him, to run my fingers through his hair. To tug on his locks enough to cause a spark of pain. To rake my nails down his back. To grab hold of that luscious ass and sink my fingers into his flesh. I was at his mercy, holding tight to the silky cord and squeezing his hips with my thighs, and kissing him with everything I had—which was harder than I thought considering the pleasure flashing within me.
    He nibbled my lips, scraped his cheek over mine, and bit my earlobe, murmuring, “God, ye’re incredible, mo chridhe .”
    Just the words, the simple expression of enjoyment and pride set my fire to an even greater inferno.
    He pounded harder, our skin making smacking sounds that echoed against the stone. Our moans whirled in the rafters and I was certain everyone within all of Dunleod knew exactly what we were doing, and that thought only sent my pleasure to greater heights.
    Rory gripped my buttocks. Our skin was slick, covered with a sheen of perspiration and mingling with the wetness of my sex.
    He bit my shoulder, licking and kissing