Chapter 15 In Which Recovery Periods Are Purely Theoretical

Chapter fifteen

In Which Recovery Periods Are Purely Theoretical

Wanton blinked awake to firelight and the scent of pine smoke, sweat, and sin.

Furs tangled around her legs. Her thighs ached. Her neck bore suspicious suction-shaped evidence. Her inner walls were… sore in the most respectful, Highland way.

And pressed against her back was Tavish MacTease, breathing slow and deep, one heavy arm locked around her waist like she was a particularly scandalous broadsword he refused to surrender.

She dared not move.

Instead, she mentally began to draft her notes.

Field Observation 34.0: Subject’s mating technique—

She paused.

Tried again.

Subject's… engagement protocol involves rear-entry leverage at unexpected force vectors. The caber… no, the penis—NO, THE INSTRUMENT—was applied using… sustained… propulsion-based—

Her face flamed.

She swallowed, trying to steady herself.

In conclusion, Highland sexual methodology appears to combine…

brute-force biomechanics with tongue-facilitated collapse.

Eye contact was… intermittent. Emotional regulation?

Absent. Recovery period: inconclusive. Vocal output: unsustainable.

Hypothesis: intercourse may cause irreparable academic ruin—

A low hum vibrated against her spine.

Tavish shifted behind her—bare skin on bare skin, the brush of his morning stubble against her neck, his highland hazard stirring between her thighs.

She squeaked.

All notes left her brain.

“Mm?” Tavish mumbled, voice pure gravel and sleep.

“Ye writin’ yer wee reports in bed, lass?”

She squeaked again. “No!”

He nuzzled her neck. “Aye, ye are. I can hear the quill scratchin’ in yer head.”

“I—was merely—categorizing tactile intensity. You applied—well, the exact duration of your rhythmic—Oh God, never mind.”

He laughed, deep and lazy. “Dinnae panic, scholar. I’ll give ye another demonstration after breakfast.”

She buried her face in the pillow. “Tavish MacTease, if all Highlanders had your stamina, no wonder the English want to fence you lot in. You’re a public hazard to empire.”

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