Page 13 of Love Beyond Time (Morna’s Legacy #1)

I stumbled along as we entered the castle’s main doors, cursing the length of my dress as I went. He was moving just as quickly as he had before, and taking the stairs at this pace proved impossible. I slipped, almost busting my lip against the cold stone steps.

I yelped, but before the impact his hands were around my waist, lifting me off the floor.

“Sorry, lass.” He bent his head to plant a quick kiss on my lips as he carried me up the staircase.

Blushing once again, I allowed my head to fall against his chest. God, he smells good. I have to remember to write every second of this down as soon as I wake up. I could live off of this dream for years.

“Doona fall asleep on me yet, lass.”

I threw my eyes open and squealed as he playfully pinched my bottom. This man was impossible to keep up with. His moods seemed to change rapidly, and this Blaire person had obviously done something to displease him greatly.

“We’re here, lass.” He carried me into the bedchamber, and I couldn’t help but inwardly chuckle at the fact that I was now living one of the covers of the various romance novels sitting on the shelves at my home. My subconscious was clearly pulling at things from previous fantasies.

Coma Husband sat me gently on my feet as he turned to close the chamber door.

I turned away from him to take in the room.

Wood, stone, and furs surrounded me, all melding together to create the most sexy and masculine room I’d ever seen.

I closed my eyes to breathe in the delicious scent of the room’s luscious materials just as Eoin flattened himself against my back, wrapping his arms around my waist.

He nuzzled his mouth against my neck, and I could feel his hot breath on the exposed skin at the top of my dress.

My heart was racing with anticipation as he touched his lips to my neck, trailing kisses from my collarbone up to my ear.

He nibbled it gently, and I reached my hand up behind me so that I could run my fingers into his hair.

His hands left my waist, and he followed the length of my arms with tender, light touches that sent tremors down my spine and caused my nipples to harden beneath the dress.

He must have known the effect it would have, for he immediately dropped his hands to cover my breasts, and I gasped at the sensation.

Moaning, I relaxed my head against his chest, pushing my breasts deeper into his hands, encouraging the touch of his skilled fingers.

He quickly undid the laces at the back of my gown and pulled my arms through the sleeves so that my breasts fell free, and the dress hung at the curve of my hips.

His breath was shaky against the back of my neck as he filled his hands with my bare skin. Instantly my own breathing accelerated, the touch of his rough, calloused hands against my tender nipples sending me spiraling.

“Ye’re beautiful, Blaire, and I apologize for leaving after ye arrived.”

“What?” I started to interject on impulse but was silenced by a sharp bite on my neck.

“Shhh . . . I know I was wrong to leave, but by God, Blaire, ye have given me grief since ye arrived, and I intend to make ye pay for it now.”

I squirmed underneath his tight grip, not enjoying the way his voice turned once again, but he tugged hard on my nipples and grazed the back of my neck with his teeth, and I couldn’t help the groan of pleasure that escaped my lips.

“I have no idea what’s caused such a change in ye, but I intend to make certain ye doona again decide I’m so displeasing.”

Who could possibly find this man displeasing? I tried to make sense of his words. What does he mean punish me? What’s he going to do, sex me to death? If I’m going to die in a dream, that seems the way to go.

He ran his hands up and down my waist, his cool hands sending hot shocks through my body.

“I wanna feel ye squirm underneath my touch, Blaire, and have ye call out my name in answer to me. I’ll be the only man to touch ye, lass, and when I do take ye as my own, it will be because ye beg me to do so. ”

I’d beg ya right now, if I thought I could form a coherent sentence.

I didn’t have a chance to ponder the thought further as he slid his hands down to the gown gathered at my hips. I watched it fall to the ground and bunch at my feet as he worked it over my curves.

“Ye have the softest, smoothest skin, Blaire. I wanna fill my hands with ye while ye tremble beneath me.”

Holy Mother of God . I let my head fall against his chest, losing any strength I had to hold myself up as I lost myself in the sensation of his hands thumbing my nipples. I moaned as one of his hands slipped in between my thighs.

“God, Blaire. I want ye. And ye want me too, lass.” He firmly cupped me in between my legs as if to emphasize this point.

His hot, ragged breath against my ear sent delicious pinpricks down my spine. I tightened my grip around his neck in an effort to hold myself up as he started to move his fingers in between my legs.

The breath left my body in a sudden rush as one of his arms tightened underneath my breasts, effectively lifting my feet so that they dragged along the floor as he backed himself up against the door.

He held me there, so that I was prevented from placing any weight on the floor, with my back pressed flush against his front.

He continued to move his fingers quickly.

Each flick sent shockwaves, causing me to gasp for air and arch my back.

I was prevented from doing either as his arm underneath my breasts held me so tightly that I could hardly breathe.

The lack of oxygen seemed to intensify the feeling building deep in my belly as he continued the relentless rhythm that pushed me closer and closer to shattering in his hands.

The room twisted itself into a swirl of colors, and heat washed over me as I briefly hoped that I wasn’t making these noises in my sleep. I was having trouble thinking, everything pushed away by the exquisite feeling building between my thighs.

The lack of oxygen was too much, and just as I feared, I could take no more or I would lose consciousness once again, I exploded around his deft fingers. Every muscle in my body relaxed, and I went limp in his arms, trembling as the aftershocks rocked through my core.

He spun me around so that I faced him, and I swayed on my feet as he released me from his grip. Instinctively, I reached out to steady myself, placing my hands on his firm chest.

He leaned forward then, surprising me with his gentle kiss. The sweetness of it seemed odd following the aggressive way he had just explored my body, but once again I had no time to ponder the thought as he began to speak.

“Do ye still think I’m so displeasing?”

He stared at me, a look of teasing amusement playing in his eyes.

I still seemed incapable of forming an intelligible response, so I simply managed a sly smile as I struggled to regulate my breathing. Whatever drugs the hospital was pumping through my veins, I wanted to stay on them for life.

“Come on, lass, let’s go to bed. Ye look as if ye might fall over.”

I followed as he gently tugged on my hands, leading me to the bed across the chamber.

“Come, Blaire. I want to hold me new bride in my arms, satisfied that I know she doesna find me as abhorrent as she tried to make it seem.”

He crawled into bed beneath the covers, and I looked down at him as he smiled.

That smile has probably found dozens of other women exactly where I am right now.

It both surprised and displeased me, so that the thought sent an unpleasant surge into my stomach.

This man didn’t actually exist, after all.

He gestured for me to join him, and I slowly crawled on top of the bed. I glanced down to see my breasts swaying to and fro and scrambled to cover myself.

“I . . . I forgot I was naked,” I stuttered as I flailed my arms around wildly, trying to cover the most intimate parts of myself.

Eoin’s hands caught mine, and I could hear him chuckling as he struggled to tug the blankets away from me.

“I’ve already seen ye, Blaire. Ye have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen, and ye have no reason to worry. I’ll no be touchin’ ye again tonight. We’ve no rush, lass, and I’ll see that I woo ye properly.

I stopped my senseless struggle as his words sank in. The time to be embarrassed had long since passed. I laughed at myself as I joined him beneath the covers and rolled into his arms.

* * *

Moments later, a fierce knock at the door caused us both to jerk upward in the bed. Just on the cusp of sleep, I found myself disoriented as I looked around the room to take in my surroundings, trying to remember where I was and what I was doing.

A hand on my naked back caused me to turn to my left, and the sight of Eoin beside me reminded me that I was still in a coma.

I couldn’t quite make sense of why I seemed to fall asleep while sleeping; the only answer that came to mind was different medications must be causing a different reaction. At least my dream seems to be the same.

Eoin’s voice yelling toward the door caused me to jump, and he gently rubbed my back in response. “Who’s there? Ye better have a damned good reason for waking my wife.”

“Me lord! Ye must come quickly. There has been a fire set outside. It’s small, but we must contain it before it reaches the stables.”

“What? I’m coming Kip. Get on with ye, and help the efforts.”

I watched as Eoin, cursing, quickly dressed and headed for the door.

“I’m sorry to leave ye, lass, but I must go. Just go back to sleep, and I’ll be back soon. I’m sure tis nothing to worry yerself over.”

With that, he was gone. I stood and made my way to the window to watch the scene below.

The fire was small, surely there’d been no injuries, but it would take the men awhile to properly put it out and clean up the mess.

It seemed silly that I should stay and not offer help, but something told me that the offer wouldn’t be appreciated.

I didn’t worry about Eoin. It was my dream.

Surely, I wouldn’t let anything like a fire take my Coma Husband from me.

Instead, I pulled one of the blankets from the top of the bed and wrapped it around my naked body as I curled up into the stone window seat that looked out over the back greens of the castle and out onto the sea.