Page 14 of Highlander’s Fruit of Eden

Recuperation

“ I really do think that you should get to the healer,” said Amelia. “There is a lot of blood above your eye.”

“Oh, I dinnae need that. It’s barely a scratch. besides, I have someone right here who can look after me.”

They were sat in Jon’s room—Jon on the bed, and Amelia stood before him with a cloth and some water.

She soaked the cloth and dabbed at his head, removing blood that had run down his face, and stemming the flow from the cut above his eye.

It was not big, but it was wide. He did not flinch as she dabbed at it.

She had not seen Jon’s room before, and it had a simple elegance to it.

The four-poster bed was carved from oak and had been stained a dark color.

The sheets were immaculate, and Amelia knew that the maids changed them weekly.

There was not much in way of decoration in the room, except for a single painting of a battle that their Clan had been involved in decades ago.

Amelia wondered if Jon’s faither was in that battle.

She turned her attention back to Jon. “What was that all about back there?”

“I shouldnae have lost me cool, but I couldnae help it. I’ve found out some stuff about me uncle, and it has me worried.

When Ruben compared me to the man, me feelin’s got the better of me, and I’m nae proud of it.

But he deserved what he got for pushin’ me into ye and then tryin’ to blame me. What’s yer story with him?”

“There is not one,” said Amelia. “We were friends, and I was happy to keep it that way, but I knew that he wanted more. Perhaps I should have been more direct with him, but he should not have done or said what he did. He was out of line in the way that he treated you and me. He seemed like a good man, but he went and spoiled that with his actions.”

“I’m just glad that I was there,” said Jon. “God knows what he would have tried to do to ye if ye were alone with him. I dinnae ken what the problem is with men like that, but I’m nothin’ like me uncle.”

“I know that you are not, but let us not talk about him or anyone else for now. This day may not have gone as planned, but we can still enjoy each other’s company.”

“Nae gone as planned?” asked Jon. “I could say that it has gone exactly as planned. Here ye are in me room alone with me. I would contend that the plan was executed flawlessly.”

“So you intended to get into a fight with another man who has taken a liking to me so that you could get me alone in your room?”

“Maybe the means were a little skewed, but the end is everythin’ that I hoped for. Now, has the bleedin’ stopped?”

“You know, I think it has,” said Amelia, taking the cloth from the wound. It was still a deep red, but no blood came from it.”

Jon took the cloth from her hand and placed it back in the water. He took that and placed it on the table by the bed. “I dinnae think that we need that anymore. I have everythin’ that I need right in front of me.”

“I could say the same.” A slight breeze blew in through the window, ruffling the drapes that were hanging to each side of the opening.

Jon wrapped his arms around the woman standing in front of him, cupping both of her cheeks in his hands. He squeezed them, smiling up at Amelia.

“Do you like what you feel?” asked Amelia.

“I like it very much,” said Jon. “And I firmly believe that yer rump shouldnae be covered up so much. So, what can we do about that?”

“What can we do indeed?” asked Amelia.

Jon wasted no time and brought his hands deftly around to Amelia’s sides, taking the waist of her skirt and pulling it down until it was pooled around her feet.

Amelia kicked off her shoes, kicking them far under the bed.

Jon lifted her shirt next, and Amelia helped him to remove it, throwing that across the room, landing on the chest of drawers.

When Amelia was standing there in only her chemise, Jon sat forward and placed his head on her chest. Amelia brought her hands to the back of his head, feeling his thick hair, and she held his head to her chest, enjoying the feel of him between her plump breasts.

They remained like that for a while longer, both of them happy to take things slowly and enjoy the moment.

They did not have to ride off to be alone—they had more time to be with each other.

“I do not think it fair that I am almost entirely unclothed when you are not,” said Amelia.

“We will have to rectify that,” said Jon.

In one motion, he stood up from the bed, cupping Amelia’s cheeks again and lifting her up into the air with a squeal.

He turned around and lowered her onto the bed.

He knelt on the bed, lowering her back to the mattress, his face an inch from hers.

She could feel his warm breath on her lips, smell the sweet pine smell of his mush.

See, up close, his rich blue eyes like the clear summer sky.

She pushed up her head, straining her neck so that their lips could meet.

Jon responded by pushing down with his own lips, Amelia’s head pushed back to the bed, and when there was resistance, he opened his mouth and explored with his tongue, meeting the warmth of Amelia’s mouth and probing with his tongue, dancing with hers.

That tongue entranced Amelia, bending her to its will.

She reached around with her hands, clawing at his back, the passion firmly back after what had happened at the stables.

She had been shocked by Jon’s reaction to Ruben, even though she knew that Jon was under a lot of pressure and there was more going on than she understood.

Yet, she was excited by it too. She wanted this man to take care of her, protect her, give her security.

A bird cawed outside the window. Amelia dug her nails into Jon’s back, hoping to hold him pinned to her and extend the kiss forever.

She wanted to taste him some more. But she would have to wait for that.

Jon backed from her, and she was powerless to stop him.

She was powerless in most ways around this man.

Jon stood up from the bed and looked Amelia up and down. She enjoyed his surveying of her as if he was looking out over his lands. She did not come out and say it, but she was his, and he could claim ownership over her.

“Ye have me feelin’ things that I cannae quite control,” said Jon.

“Then why are you trying to control them,” she asked.

Jon smiled. He unbuckled his trews and let them slip to the floor.

He was wearing underwear, and there was a distinct bulge waiting to be freed.

Amelia bit her bottom lip, checking out what was on show so far—his thick legs, each like a strong oak.

There was no comparison between this man and any other.

Next, the shirt was slowly unbuttoned, releasing first the thick, brown, curly hair on his chest. She wanted to jump up from the bed and run her hands through that hair, touch the tight chest muscles.

Jon removed the shirt, showing off his broad shoulders, the skin tanned from working outside.

His arms were thick too, some curly hair on the forearms, and his muscles rippled as he maneuvered the shirt from his body.

Jon took a step forward, but Amelia raised a finger to stop him. “You are forgetting something.” She pointed down to the underwear.

Jon took hold of the underwear and slipped it over his tense member, letting them fall to the floor too.

Amelia let out a soft moan. Jon stepped out of the underwear, kicking off his own shoes, and he stepped forward to the bed.

He knelt on the edge and then crawled his way up until he was on top of Amelia again.

“Well, this will nae do,” he said, taking the fabric of her chemise between two fingers. “Yer turn to fix the problem.”

Amelia sat up a little and removed the last of her clothing, her pale skin glowing in the sunlight that entered the room.

Jon immediately moved his hands to her breasts, taking them in his hands and squeezing them gently, another piece of her land conquered by his touch.

Amelia moved her hands up to his shoulders and then down to his biceps, feeling the muscles move as Jon’s hands explored her body, the tightening, and the stretching. She held onto him firmly.

Her hands moved onto his chest, finally getting to run them through the curly hair, feeling, again, the muscles that were beneath almost every inch of his skin.

She could feel the power there. She grabbed at his pecs, squeezing them in her hands, touching the muscles with her fingers, arching her back so that more of her body could rest against his.

Jon brought his head down and buried his face in her chest, kissing her between her breasts, and then moving onto the plump mounds, kissing gently around the nipples, going close but never quite getting there, teasing her until she let out a moan, and grasped at the back of his head, guiding his mouth.

He was gentle at first, kissing each nipple in turn before wrapping his mouth around them.

Then came the biting and licking. Each new movement caused a new sensation to run through her body.

Pleasure mixed with pain, not enough to hurt, but enough to arouse her senses.

And his hands were there too. Cupping and squeezing, biting, nibbling, and licking until she could take it no more.

Amelia’s hands were still on his head, and she guided him upward.

Her mouth wanted to do more than just moan, and she brought his lips to hers, her tongue darting out this time and then retracting as his ventured forth, and she enclosed her lips around his tongue and bottom lip and moved her head to move her tongue around his, her movements speeding up as the pleasure within her intensified.

Her hands were on his shoulders and back, squeezing him, gripping onto this man. Jon came away, holding his head above hers again, and he looked into her eyes. “We can take this as slow as ye like,” he said.

“I am ready,” she replied. “I want you, and I cannot wait any longer.”

Jon leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, and another, and another.

He shifted his hips, and Amelia reached down with her hands, taking him in her fingers, squeezing slightly as it throbbed in her hands.

She rubbed it gently with her fingers as she guided him toward her.

There as a wetness between her legs, ready for what was to come.

Excitement and nervousness mixed in her belly.

The tip touched her, and it was like she had been pricked with a needle and tickled at the same time.

A shudder ran up her body, and she held him at her entrance for a moment before guiding him in slowly.

It was uncomfortable at first, but she invited him in, inch by inch, until he was fully inside, and any discomfort disappeared.

She brought her hands up to his back again.

Jon leaned down, pressing his lips gently to hers but holding them there this time. Slowly, he moved his hips to take himself up, pausing as almost all of him was out, and then slowly, ever so slowly, he moved back in. He took his lips away and looked her in the eye.

“This is where I am meant to be,” he said. He brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her eyes. He kissed her again and shifted his hips so that he could plunge deeper into her depths, pushing his midriff against hers, becoming closer than they had ever been before.

Amelia moved her hands down to Jon’s cheeks, cupping them and finding that even they were muscular.

She shifted her head to the side if only to breathe deeply and let out a moan as Jon moved his hips up and down, rotating slightly as he came back down into her.

She gripped onto his rear even tighter, scratching with her nails.

Jon increased the speed of his thrusts, the motion becoming more and more pleasurable each time for Amelia, and the moans and gasps escaping her lips let him know that.

Each time her moan increased in volume, Jon’s speed increased with it.

Up and down he went, plunging deep and withdrawing, teasing her sometimes by stalling for a second before plunging back in.

“Yes,” Amelia whispered. “Yes,” she said, louder this time.

Jon moved with more ferocity like a man possessed.

Amelia rubbed her hands up and down his back.

She closed her eyes and moved her head to the side.

Her back arched, pushing her body up, and allowing Jon to go even deeper, and the sensation was richer, like a wave of warm water rushing over her.

“Ooh,” Jon moaned, the wailing deep and erotic.

He could not hold back any longer, and Amelia could feel a pooling of warmth inside.

That was the catalyst. It started as a pinprick of joy in her stomach, slowly moving out toward her nether region.

The shuddering and vibrations started soon after, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

More moans escaped her lips, long, low moans that did not sound as if they came from her.

The feeling of joy washed over her, taking over her body, and she was powerless to stop it.

This was more emotion than she could handle, and she gave in to it, gave in to Jon.

It rose like a wave, and with a final shudder, she collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted and happy.