The Highland Warlord’s Kiss (Highland Myths Trilogy #2) Read Online Donna Fletcher

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Highland Myths Trilogy Series by Donna Fletcher
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
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“It could be three weeks or more unless they get lucky along the way and learn something.”

“Move your troop closer to the isle. They can help join my warriors in keeping anyone from gaining access,” Torin said.

“And be the front line if attacked,” Walsh said, and Torin smiled.

“Do you think it will work?” Flora asked later that night, lying in bed with her husband naked.

“We shall see,” he said, his hand roaming lazily over her under the several blankets that kept them warm.

“Do you think it is true?” she asked.

He gave her backside a gentle squeeze. “If what is true?”

“What Walsh said about my da, that he spied for the king, and does he, himself, truly spy for the king or is that a lie as well?”

He ran his hand slowly up her back to stroke it, feeling her frustration in her tense body. “I believe he speaks the truth when it comes to that. There would be no reason to tell such a tale. That he was friends with your da would have been enough.”

Flora sighed. “This has me frustrated and perplexed and it is annoying that we are unable to do anything but wait for news from Walsh’s men.”

“You have enough to keep yourself engaged here,” he said, his hand going to skim her breast.

“I should think on this more. I have missed something,” she said.

Torin’s hand fell off her and he dropped on his back. “Aye, your husband trying to make love to you.”

Flora turned a stunned look on him and climbed on top of him to straddle him.

Torin was equally stunned by her action.

“Nay, you have stirred my passion most adequately.”

“Adequately?”

“I meant no insult,” she said, hearing the offense he had taken to it. “I only meant that I quite enjoyed your touch even with my mind wandering.”

Why did he not remember that his wife never looked to judge him but simply expressed her thoughts and opinions openly to him? And that his intimate touches had broken through her wandering thoughts said a lot. So did her sitting astride him.

“I should not have taken it as such,” he said. “My desire for you overruled all else.”

“Truly?” she asked.

“Aye,” he said, planting his hands on her hips. “You forever linger in my thoughts.”

Her eyes went wide. “You forever linger in my thoughts as well.”

He grinned. “I am pleased to hear that. And I am pleased to have you on top of me, though it would be much more pleasurable for us both if I slipped inside you.”

“It is permitted for me to be on top of you?” she asked with an innocence that grew him harder than he already was.

“Whatever you and I choose is permitted,” Torin said. “And I like you right where you are.”

“I like where I am as well,” Flora said and raised herself enough to reach for his shaft to slip inside her. She fumbled a bit and was quick to apologize. “Forgive me, I am not adept at this.”

“My shaft quite favors yours fumbling,” he said teasingly.

“I love touching your shaft. It feels so lovely in my hand.”

Her tempting words elicited a groan that he kept silent until she accidently brushed the tip of his manhood against her spot of pleasure, and she let out a moan. And she did not stop, she kept pleasuring herself with his shaft, her head tipped back as she continued to moan, and her passion quickly soared.

His own sounds of passion soon joined hers after she began to stroke his shaft until her grip turned tighter and her strokes faster.

Feeling too close to spilling his seed all over her hand, Torin gripped her waist tight and lifted her. “Slip him in now,” he ordered.

Flora did as he said, needing him inside her, deep inside her. She dropped her head forward, her eyes on him as she guided his shaft into her and slid down along him until his shaft disappeared completely and snugly inside her.

“Bloody hell, wife, you feel good,” Torin said, though sounded more like he cried out in endless pleasure. He went to help her, guide her in riding him for the first time but she already was easing up and down on him. He kept his hands on her hips in case she needed his help or guidance, but she was doing quite well on her own.

She dropped down over him to kiss him deeply and with a wildness he had not expected but very much welcomed.

When she rose again, she whispered, “Touch me.”

His hands went to her breasts, cupping them and teasing her hard nipples with his fingers as she eased up and down on him again.

Flora let out a moan that rivaled the ghost’s, the exquisite feeling almost too much to bear.

Torin’s hands moved to grip her waist, sensing, seeing her passion close to erupting, but then so was his own. He held her tight and took control, bringing her up and down on him with a force that had her gasping over and over until… she erupted with a scream.



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