Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 32223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
She’s come for me.
I grunt, my balls drawing up and my crown swelling thick and bulging before suddenly, I’m falling over that edge right after her. I groan, thick, white, hot jets of my cum spurting high in the air to come down splattering across the surface of the water and my hand. I roar, still stroking until the sounds of her own pleasure drift away to silence, leaving me sitting there panting, groaning, and wanting more.
Needing more.
Ready to take more.
Chapter 5
Lachlan
I notice her absence at supper, and I know why. I eat quickly, scowling at the place across the table where she’s frequently sat while dining with me these last few months since she’s come back. And gods have I enjoyed it. I’ve enjoyed her being here again, and not just because of the raw lust and forbidden desire that comes with her, but just her. Her warmth, her wit, her beauty. Her charm and her grace. Having her here is like breathing life back into this castle that’s been absent far too long.
When I’m done, I pour myself another cup of ale, knowing it might be a mistake, considering where I’m going directly after. I should keep a clear head. I should keep my wits together and my passions guarded. But still, I drink it down quickly, the fire of it burning through me as I have the cook prepare me a plate of food.
Ten minutes later, I’m at her door, knocking firmly.
“Yes?”
“May I come in?”
There’s a moment of silence, and some rustling before the latch pulls and the door swings wide. And there, standing before me with a heat to her face and a fire in her eyes, is Iona.
My Iona.
I’m almost amused at my own disappointment that she’s clothed this time. As if, what, did I imagine she’d answer the doors dressed or rather undressed for the bath again? She’s in a simple but beautiful green outfit—a laced bodice that fits the swell of her full breasts enticingly, in a way that’s almost designed to drive a man to madness, or at least to stare. Her skirts are green as well—a wrap-around kind, and when she shifts and I get a glimpse of the creamy skin of her leg, it takes more than it ought to suppress the growl.
“You didn’t come to supper,” I say quietly, my eyes leveled at hers, fighting the urge to drink in the sight of her plunged neckline and the smooth, supple skin of her young bosom.
“I—no, I—I wasn’t hungry.”
A smirk teases my lips.
“So, it has nothing to do with my bathing chambers earlier.”
Her face goes positively crimson, her bottom lip catching in her teeth as they rake across it. She quickly shakes her head.
“No—no my lord. I just…” she swallows, avoiding my eyes. “I wasn’t hungry.”
After what I heard earlier? Nay, lass. I’m betting you’ve worked up an appetite making that little cunt cum while you moaned my name.
I keep my words to myself though.
“You should eat,” I say instead, handing her the plate of food.
“My lord, I’m not—”
“Eat, Iona.”
She blushes again as a smile spreads across her lips, and she looks up at me with that beauty in her face as she takes the plate.
“I suppose I could eat.”
I chuckle as I follow her into her chambers, closing the door behind me. Iona glances back at me, her lip caught between her teeth again and a faint blush on her cheeks as she sits at the little table by one of the arched windows to her quarters. I follow, making my way to her and sitting across from her as she starts to nibble at the plate of food I’ve brought her. We sit in silence for a minute before I speak.
“You need not be embarrassed.”
Iona blushes instantly, knowing I’m referring to my bathing chambers earlier.
“I—I’m not.”
I grin. “Oh, of course not. Men walk in on you bathing all the time, do they?”
Her eyes dart to mine, a mischief in them that gets my pulse roaring.
“Perhaps.”
She says it flippantly, with a little smirk on her lips and a sparkle in her eye. My jaw clenches, a flash of anger, of possessiveness, burning through me in an instant.
Iona giggles, her grin spreading into a smile.
“No, my lord,” she laughs, taking a bite of her food. “And anyways, I shouldn’t have just been in there. It was my fault.”
“It was.”
She snorts a laugh, instantly blushing again and covering her mouth with a hand as she giggles with a mouth full of food.
“It is a wonderful bath, you know.”
I shrug. “I do know.”
Iona grins. “You know, Cat and I used to—”
“I’m fully aware,” I chuckle. Her jaw drops in surprise.
“Wait, really?”
“Was I aware that two young girls were stealing into my bathing chambers and using my tub? Yes, Iona. A man might notice those things.”