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"I promise ye, lass, I'll keep ye safe. No one will harm ye." He grasped at anything he could think of to dry up her tears. "I offer ye the protection of my body and my sword arm for as long as we bide together. And any time ye might have need of them after." Her whole frame shuddered with a silent sob. "Please, lass." He stroked her from the crown of her head to the base of her spine. She shivered under his touch, so he didn't do it again. "Elspeth, sweetheart, ye dinna have to cry so."
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highlander-romance
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Connie Mason |
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3dfd5b8
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"Elspeth reached up a tentative hand to comfort him, palming the cheek that wasn't covered with woad. He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer. Her lips parted. His tongue swept in. Her belly clenched, and a warm glow settled between her legs. He left her lips and began kissing her chin, her cheeks, her neck. "Ach! Ye're sweet, lass." Pity dissipated like morning mist. Instead, little wisps of pleasure followed his mouth's path. The stubble of his beard grazed the tops of her breasts, and her nipples tightened almost painfully. She sucked her breath over her teeth to keep from crying out in pleasure and surprise when his palm covered her breast, the pressure sweet even through the stiff boning of her pink silk bodice."
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physical-pleasure
highlander-romance
sensational
pleasure
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Connie Mason |
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cc3da86
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"Her first instinct was to look away, to shield her wicked thoughts and feelings from his penetrating gaze. But if ever there was a time for truth between a man and a woman, this was that time. She met his eyes steadily and didn't care whether he saw the abandon and bliss she felt. His face held a cross between the wonder of a boy on Christmas morn and the knowing look of a man who was exquisitely aware of what wicked things he was doing to her. He enslaved her with pleasure, and she had no defense. Her cheeks heated, and her breath hitched, but she couldn't look away. He might stop, and she didn't think she could bear it if he did. Instead, she moved. Just a little, so his finger would brush her sensitive tip. A jolt of longing shot through her body from her breast to her womb. "Merciful God!" she breathed. "Aye, lass, and 'tis a good thing He is," Rob said with a wicked grin, "for I am no' merciful in the slightest."
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elspeth-and-rob
highlander-romance
lust
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Connie Mason |
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794eb9b
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"Stop." She covered her breast with her own hand. "That's no' a healer's touch." His smile was sin incarnate. "Ye've the right of it there, lass. That's a lover's touch. And ye've had only the smallest bit of the pleasure, only a taste of what I would give ye an' ye allow it." "No," She scrambled to her feet to put some distance between them. "An' ye try to take me, I'll scratch yer eyes out, Rob MacLaren." "I'd not take ye. Not a step further than ye wish. I ken ye're a virgin and wanting to stay that way," he said earnestly. "But there's great delight for a man in the giving of pleasure, ye see. And ways around a maidenhead that'll leave ye still pure when we're done." She'd forgotten to breathe as he spoke. Now she sucked in a quick breath. "Shall I pleasure ye, Elspeth?"
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highlander-romance
suggestive
pleasure
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Connie Mason |
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2c40374
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"As I recall," he said as his fingertip skimmed the tops of her breasts, "I enjoy the sounds a woman makes when I pleasure her." "Ye'd not enjoy these sounds." She slapped his hand away. "And if ye take me, there'd be no pleasure." "As a maid, ye canna know that," he said, lifting one of the long locks of her chestnut hair to his lips and inhaling her scent. "And I dinna think ye'll scream, not in the way ye mean, in any case." "Ye'd have to tie me up and force yourself on me, because I'd fight ye, tooth and claw," she said with assurance. "Now there's a thought," he said. "I've heard some lassies enjoy being tied up." He could picture her in his mind, bound tight, her breasts bared, her legs splayed with her soft core wet and ready. She'd be helpless before him. He'd make her beg for release. He stood and walked to his horse to retrieve a length of rope. "Shall we give it a try?" "No!" she said, scrabbling away. "Please, no." "Dinna fret, Elspeth. I'll no' force ye," he crooned softly, as if she were a frightened mare."
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highlander-romance
lust
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Connie Mason |
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73b75b3
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"Tis best to weight the enemy more mighty than he seems." Or she, as was this particular case."
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highlander-romance
notorious-rake
train-robbery
wild-west
scotland
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