Chapter 27
CHAPTER 27
Adeline lay in the heat that spilled from the fireplace, writhing in pleasure on cushions of velvet and silk, a soft fur tickling her bare skin, adding an extra layer to the bliss that coursed through her. It pulsed in every cell, her entire being more alive than it had ever been.
Logan moved between her thighs, his tongue brushing against the core of her ecstasy, building her into a frenzy with every skilled stroke. And she moaned and gasped, grateful for the soundproof subterranean walls. He’d told her she could be as loud as she wanted, and she planned to test that to the limit.
“Oh, Logan… Yes, yes, like that!” she cried out, running a hand through his hair while her other hand gripped the cushion that he’d put under the small of her back to raise her hips up.
She could feel her climax racing toward her—the second of the evening. He’d already teased her with his fingers, strumming her with his thumb, taking his time to give her all the pleasure she could handle before he even thought about claiming some for himself. It couldn’t be anything but magic, the way her body responded to him, like he was playing a beloved instrument that he’d been playing for years, knowing just how to get the best music out of it.
“Yes… oh… yes!”
She bucked as the wildest rush of euphoria swept through her, seizing every muscle. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her neck arched, her entire body stretching to accommodate the power that thrummed inside her.
Logan didn’t pause what he was doing, but he slowed down, letting her ride the wave without it fading too early. And ride it she did, her head spinning. She gasped out a breath, her lungs on fire, as electricity shivered from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, crackling everywhere in between.
To think I might’ve missed this if that egg had taken me back too soon.
The current of pleasure slowly began to recede to a few sparking pulses.
She collapsed back against the cushions, wearing a grin so wide that her cheeks hurt. Clearly, their night at the inn hadn’t been a dream, as it was almost impossible to have the same dream twice.
At least for her.
“Are ye satisfied?” Logan purred, withdrawing his fingers.
His tongue grazed her inner thigh, his lips finishing with a kiss to the dip of her hip.
“Very,” she murmured in a daze.
“So, ye daenae want to carry on?”
She lifted her head, shooting him a playful glare. “I didn’t say that. I think you’ll probably know when I’m done. I won’t be able to move. I’ll have melted into these cushions.”
He chuckled against her skin, kissing across the flat expanse between her hips. His soft mouth was warm, each kiss like a whispered secret pressed into her flesh. And he seemed determined to leave a hidden message across every speck of her, his kisses leaving no part out.
She didn’t know why, but she’d expected him to move straight onto the main event instead of slowing things down. But she should’ve known to trust in him. He knew what he was doing, the air in the bedroom changing with each sensual kiss.
It wasn’t a frenzy anymore, but something more… powerful, more intense, the anticipation building with each delicious moment.
“I cannae get enough of ye,” he murmured, moving up her body.
Reaching her breasts, he turned his head and rested his ear against her chest, while his arm looped around her waist. He closed his eyes, smiling, as he listened to the sound of her heartbeat.
“Is it racing?” Adeline asked, running her fingers through his hair.
His smile widened. “Like a herd of horses.”
“Nothing more… poetic?” She laughed.
“Have ye ever seen a herd of wild horses?”
She tilted her head to the side. “No, I can’t say that I have.”
“If ye had, ye’d ken they’re pure poetry,” he told her.
His hand came up, smoothing over the swell of her breast. And as he massaged that soft flesh, he turned his head and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.
All at once, the sparks ignited afresh. And from her core to the middle of her throat, a fine thread of bliss tingled and crackled, stretching taut with each pull of his mouth.
How am I supposed to leave this man?
No one had ever made her feel like a goddess in the bedroom before, but with him, she felt divine. He’d transformed the underground realm into a paradise, and she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to leave.
His kiss slowly trailed away from her breasts, his lips tracing a line between, as he nudged her legs apart with his thigh. He moved further up, wrapping both arms around her to hug her to him. In return, she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, pulling his head down to feel his lips on hers.
All her life, she’d thought kisses were better than sex itself, but with him—so far, at least—it was all perfection. No matter what he did, it was magic to her body, her blood singing with the kind of pleasure she’d only dreamed about before. Just his kiss alone could send sparks firing in every direction, just his touch could make her legs tremble.
And in five days’ time, she was going to have to give it up.
But there’s a lot that can be done in five days.
She refused to let her brain ruin any part of this for her. In fact, if living in the past had taught her anything, it was that she had to live in the moment more often. One never knew when a curse might come along to cut things short.
They kissed slowly in the firelight, taking their time. With hours until dawn, they didn’t need to rush the first of what she hoped would be many goodbyes.
Soon enough, however, their kiss shifted gear, becoming hungrier as they moved together on the cushions. An echo of what was to come. She could feel his hardness sliding along her heat, the friction unbearably delicious. There were a few moments where she thought he was going to push inside her, but he held back, teasing her instead.
“If I hurt ye, let me ken,” he murmured against her neck, trailing his lips downward.
She smiled, realizing that the gruff Scottish Laird was asking for permission. “You won’t.”
“Daenae be quiet with me,” he said, his tongue tasting her throat. “I want to hear ye. I want to hear yer satisfaction.”
She had no doubt that he, and probably everyone else in the keep, would, if it was anything like the rest of what she’d experienced.
As he slid along her heat once more, her breath caught in her throat as he pushed up at the last moment. Bliss rippled up into her abdomen, her eyes closing as they joined, at last.
But it seemed he wasn’t done teasing her, as he paused there for a second or two, perfectly still. Then, just when she was about to grab him by the backside and urge him deeper into her, he read her mind.
Slowly, he eased inside, inch by inch, until he filled her to the brim.
“Did I hurt ye?” he asked, pausing again.
She shook her head, gasping out, “The… opposite.”
A moan slipped from her lips as he drew back his hips, denying her that bliss of being filled, before he pushed inside her once more. Staying like that for a moment, he caught her lips with his, kissing her slowly.
She kissed him back, savoring the slow dance of their tongues until the hunger overwhelmed them again. Their kiss gathered pace, becoming feverish and fierce, and as it did, he began to move inside her—an intense ebb and flow, his length grazing against her sweet spot with absolute precision.
Soon enough, they got carried away on a wave of passion, moving together as one as the firelight turned their bare skin golden. With every thrust, her hips met his, drawing him in deeper and deeper, while the sounds of their bliss filled the air, making the fire crackle and pop.
Adeline had never known the difference that a man’s sounds could make, Logan’s husky moans and blissful growls sending her ecstasy sky high, like hers was feeding off his. Deep down, she supposed it was just nice to know that he was enjoying himself as much as she was enjoying herself.
“Yes, Logan,” she panted, every thrust and push of his length against the root of her greatest pleasure driving her closer and closer to her third climax. “Oh, Logan—yes, yes!”
It hit her like a tornado, knocking the wind out of her. She clawed at his skin like a woman possessed, grabbing the firm muscles of his backside to drive him further into her. And as it raced through her, every cell carrying a bolt of lightning that forked down every vein, every limb, every muscle, every fiber of her being, she clung to him. He was her lifeboat on an ocean of euphoria, his sorcery sailing her swiftly toward paradise.
Too soon, she reached the shores of plain old Earth, her bliss ebbing away like the tide.
“You’re… incredible,” she murmured, struggling to regain control of her breathing.
“Nay, lass, ye are.” He dipped his head and kissed her slowly, in no rush to reach his climax. And as he moved to the rhythm of their kiss, she had a feeling it was going to be a very long, unbelievably satisfying night.
An hour later, Logan finally growled Adeline’s name, stilling inside her. She sat in his lap, their arms wrapped around each other, and as he moaned her name a second time, he buried his face in her neck, marking the moment with a searing kiss against her glistening skin.
They stayed like that for a while, content to just hold one another. They were warm, they were spent, they were safe, and they were together. What more could they need?
At length, Logan pulled her down onto the cushions and blankets. Adeline wriggled off him and curled up into his side, settling her head on his chest. Gently, she caressed his skin with her fingertips while she listened to the steady beat of his heart.
It had been the best night of her life, bar none. The only thing that would’ve made it better was being able to call Emma when morning came, so she could tell her everything.
“You’re making this very hard,” she mumbled sleepily, nuzzling deeper into his chest.
He gave a throaty chuckle. “Nay, I think that’s yer jurisdiction.”
“Hey, don’t be rude while I’m trying to be sweet.” She grinned.
“Sorry.” He paused. “Ye get some rest. We daenae need to say anythin’ now.”
She suddenly yawned, her eyelids heavy. “I’ll just say goodnight for now, then.”
“Aye, lass.” He bent his head to kiss her hair. “Goodnight.”
Safe in his arms, Adeline could’ve slept for a week, as she drifted off and gave in to the exhaustion of two long, strange, life-affirming days.
So, it was a nasty surprise when an angry yell jolted her out of her peaceful slumber. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, and with no windows to see the sky, she had no idea what time it was… or who was shouting for Logan at the top of their lungs.
Logan stirred at the same time, blinking in confusion.
“M’laird!” the voice barked again, accompanied by a sharp thud on the bedroom door. “M’laird, ye need to come at once! M’laird, wake up!”
Logan was on his feet in seconds, running to the door, though he didn’t have a stitch of clothing on him. Meanwhile, Adeline grabbed a blanket and pulled it over herself.
“M’laird, ye’re to come to the gates.” It was Theo, breathless and pale. “It’s… a revolt, m'laird. They’re bayin’ for blood.”
Adeline stood up, holding the blanket in place. “Who are?”
“Oh… I… uh… I dinnae realize ye were… um…” Theo turned his back to them, clearing his throat. “It’s… um… well, it’s ye, Miss Adeline.”
“What do ye mean, it’s Adeline?” Logan snarled, gripping the doorjamb until his knuckles were bone white.
Theo exhaled a shaky breath. “The villagers have gathered, m'laird. North, south, and west, from what I could see. They’re… uh… demandin’ to burn the witch. They’re sayin’ it’s the only way to get rid of the curse.” He paused. “And they think the witch is her.”