Highland Captive

Duncan felt the shivers flowing through her body. “Damn it all, lass, you’ll catch a chill and die if we do not get you warmed.”

He cradled her in of his arms and carried her to the pelt. With great care, he couched her upon the soft fur and removed her wet shift. Then he doffed his plaid and lay full length upon her, sending the heat of his hot body into her freezing bones. Her soft bouquet flamed his desires. He kissed her eyelids and tasted salty tears.

“What is this power you have over me, Duncan?” she asked in a half-baffled, half-resigned voice.

Duncan caressed her delicate jaw. “Ah, Alera, do you not yet know? You are the one with the power.”

His mouth possessed hers in a voracious plundering. Her body yielded to the primal appetite he evoked within her. His heated flesh penetrated her, and the fire she had sought enflamed her body until she was caught up in a searing rapture.