Page 24 of Fearless Heart
“I have always been yours, Heath Fraser.” She cradled his face with her hand and watched him with a doe-eyed gaze.
“I’ll try to be gentle,” he said in a husky voice, but suspected he was too far gone to take such care. And yet, she likely had never coupled before. Before he could ponder that thought, she jerked her hips forward.
“Wait not, Heath. Can you not tell how much I want this?” her words rushed out in a whisper.
He joined their bodies with gentle thrusts until mindless desire swept over him. Her womb was tight but passion aided him and slickened the entrance. His movements hastened and his breath labored. Lillia shrieked and moaned until she gasped and gripped his hair. She forced him to kiss her lips again and then she came completely undone in his arms. With each thrust of his hips, she writhed beneath him and continued to use her hands to touch him wherever she could reach. He was lost in the perilous aura of sensual lust and desire. Her body ensnared him, bringing him to the edge of wondrous recklessness.
Heath set light kisses along her face and neck. Tears shimmered in her honey-colored eyes and he used a thumb to wipe an errant one away. He kept control until then or at least he tried to. Watching her culminate shattered him and brought forth his own ending. His existence waned in that moment and he stilled and shouted at the mind-rending torture of his climax.
He was certain he’d died until the pounding of his heart forced him to take even breaths. Lillia moved beneath him and he shifted his weight and rolled to his side. He closed his eyes and tried to bring his breath to measure. He was worse than a biting midge. Nay, worse than a thousand biting midges. He’d done what he set out not to, and yet he held no remorse. Mayhap a wee bit.
“Heath, will you not look at me?”
“Nay.” He kept his eyes closed.
“Why?” She rubbed her hand along his shoulder. “Tell me, you’re disappointed?”
“You’re too bonny. I’m far from disappointed, Sweetness. It’s because … if I look at ye, I’ll only want to kiss you and perhaps take you again.”
She laughed. “Truly? That’s not such a bad thing.”
“This changes nothing.”
“Of course not. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” She kissed his shoulder, but said nothing more.
Heath groaned. “I mean it. I won’t bend to your will, Lilla. But damnation, you’re too bonny to resist. You ken that?”
“I’m glad we were together. I could lie here with you forever. I would be with you a hundred times more even if it meant that I would—”
He leaned up and kissed her hard. The kiss turned sultry, and he flinched but continued to hold her face. He was right where he wanted to be even if it was wrong and even if the consequences damned him.
Heath retreated and stood. He collected his garments and set them on the table. “Gather your things. We should dress and have our discussion.”
She slunk from the bed and stood next to him in all her naked glory. He almost looked away, but couldn’t. Lillia had the body of a temptress, he was certain of it, for he couldn’t cease gazing at her if he tried. She used her hand and glided it over his stomach until she reached his chest, her fingers drummed the center.
“I don’t want to talk. I adore how passionately you kiss me. Can we not do that again?” She flashed a heart-melting smile at him. “Kiss until the morn breaks?”
He laughed, but then sobered. “I’m not ready, Sweetness. Och we really need to go over something—”
“Very well, Heath. Ask your questions, but I refuse to dress until you do. I shall do my best to answer them.” She pouted and set her hands on her hips, not letting her nakedness affect her forthrightness. Lillia had no shyness whatsoever about her and that made him grin.
Heath swallowed hard. He wasn’t sure he could form a logical thought with her standing but a foot from him without a stitch of cloth covering her. He needed to break the spell she’d cast over him and speak his thoughts quickly.
His words rushed forth, “Are you the daughter of Queen Yolande?” She gasped and turned away from him. Heath approached and put his arms around her and brought her back against his chest. Her reaction answered his question. He needed no words to confirm his suspicion.
“The Comyns seek the dead king’s bairn.” He lowered his voice and spoke against her ear, “They would do anything to possess the king’s heir even harm the child. They only seek to use the king’s heir to unseat King Robert. They’ll likely kill the child once they claim the kingdom. If you are the queen’s bairn, Sweetness, you are in more danger than you can envision.”
She turned and wiped at her eyes. “Heath, what you’re asking …” Lillia clasped his hands and looked up at him with sadness in her eyes. “That is quite wretched. You need to find the child and protect him against those knaves—”
“Heath, are you in here?” Graeme entered the cave. “Ah, I see that you are. Why the hell are you naked?”
Heath turned a little and leaned slightly to the left to reveal a quick glimpse of Lillia. She gasped and pressed her body to his, thoroughly hiding herself from Graeme’s view. With his back to his comrade, and his chin resting on her head, he smirked.
“Och I … didn’t mean to … disturb … that is, I was unaware … Damn Liam to hell for he should’ve given me warning.”
“What do you want, Graeme?” He scowled hard, hoping his comrade would spit it out and leave.
“I received a message from the friar. James wants us to meet him at the abbey posthaste. We leave in five minutes.”
Heath nodded. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” His comrade left and he turned back to Lillia. “I must go. Promise me ye shall stay at the caves. It is unsafe at the village. If you need anything, Gilroy will get it for you. I want your word, Sweetness.”
“I shall stay here, Heath. Worry not.” She hugged him close.
Heath reveled at the touch of their skin. He raised her chin and looked into her eyes. “I will make this vow to you, Lillia. None shall ever harm you, no matter what the cause. You will be protected. Fear not.”
“I fear nothing when I’m with you.”