knew he wasn’t asleep.
After her father, the Earl of Monterancy, had released them, they’d ridden hard to find the others. Though she had not a coin to call her own anymore, Alys didn’t care. She had her freedom, which was more precious than gold.
Brochain and the others awaited them, and Iliana had wept tears of joy at the sight of her father. She’d admitted to him that she’d found the silver buried outside the shelter where Alys had hidden her, after disguising her as a boy. Once or twice, Lord Harkirk had nearly caught her, but Iliana had hidden herself within a pile of straw.
“Why did you return?” Finian asked Alys, breaking the stillness. “You risked your life for me.”
She rolled over. Though it was dark and she couldn’t see his face, she touched his cheek. “No one ever cared about me the way you do.”
“No one ever will,” he said, catching her fingers with his hand. “You’re mine, Alys.”
She smiled in the darkness. “So I’m to be your prisoner, now?”
His hands moved beneath her shift, sliding up her legs, his mouth dipping down to kiss her. “I’ll bind you in silken chains. And torment you until you scream.”
She fumbled with the layers of clothing between them, lifting her shift away and tugging at his trews. In a whisper, she said, “Show me.”
Finian reached beneath her hips and captured her wrists at her side. The position tilted her womanhood towards him, and he smiled at her. “You’ll be at my mercy.”
When he lowered his mouth to her cleft, the slow burn of ecstasy rippled through her skin. With his tongue, he tantalized her hooded flesh, nibbling and sucking, until tremors broke through her. He held her hands, not allowing her to move as he feasted upon her, driving her to a higher pitch.
“Finian, come inside me,” she begged. “Love me.”
His mouth moved away from her center, his tongue dipping against her navel and up to her breasts. And when he entered her at last, filling her with his shaft, she gave a soft sigh of relief.
He thrust hard against her, cupping her hips as he deepened their joining. Her breath quickened with the rhythm pulsing against her wet entrance, and she met his penetrations by arching her hips.
He did torture her, but with such pleasurable sensations, she hardly cared if she died from it. And when her keening gasps did tighten into a scream, he covered her mouth with his own, muffling the sound as he took her over the edge. She spasmed against him, loving the feel of his body emptying within her, his breath mingled with her own.
“I want to spend the rest of my life loving you,” he breathed, passing his hands over her flesh. “If you’ll have me.”
Alys smiled, holding him with all her heart. “Always.”
Don’t miss other books in Michelle Willingham’s The MacKinloch Clan series! Look for these titles from Harlequin Historical, available now wherever ebooks are sold:
Claimed by the Highland Warrior
Seduced by Her Highland Warrior
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The Lady’s Scandalous Night by Jeannie Lin
Unlacing the Lady in Waiting by Amanda McCabe
The Wanton Governess by Barbara Monajem
Auctioned Virgin to Seduced Bride by Louise Allen
A Compromised Innocent by Elaine Golden
The Sheikh’s Impetuous Love-Slave by Marguerite Kaye
Deliciously Debauched by the Rake by Ann Lethbridge
Nights with the Outlaw by Lauri Robinson
The Highlander and the Wolf Princess by Marguerite Kaye
Craving something a little longer? Find more historical romantic adventure from Harlequin Historical at http://www.Harlequin.com or your local bookstore.
Interested in writing for Harlequin Historical UNDONE? Send your submission to [email protected].
RITA® Award Finalist Michelle Willingham grew up in a military household that took her all over the world, including Thailand, Germany, and England. She wrote her first historical romance at the age of
After her father, the Earl of Monterancy, had released them, they’d ridden hard to find the others. Though she had not a coin to call her own anymore, Alys didn’t care. She had her freedom, which was more precious than gold.
Brochain and the others awaited them, and Iliana had wept tears of joy at the sight of her father. She’d admitted to him that she’d found the silver buried outside the shelter where Alys had hidden her, after disguising her as a boy. Once or twice, Lord Harkirk had nearly caught her, but Iliana had hidden herself within a pile of straw.
“Why did you return?” Finian asked Alys, breaking the stillness. “You risked your life for me.”
She rolled over. Though it was dark and she couldn’t see his face, she touched his cheek. “No one ever cared about me the way you do.”
“No one ever will,” he said, catching her fingers with his hand. “You’re mine, Alys.”
She smiled in the darkness. “So I’m to be your prisoner, now?”
His hands moved beneath her shift, sliding up her legs, his mouth dipping down to kiss her. “I’ll bind you in silken chains. And torment you until you scream.”
She fumbled with the layers of clothing between them, lifting her shift away and tugging at his trews. In a whisper, she said, “Show me.”
Finian reached beneath her hips and captured her wrists at her side. The position tilted her womanhood towards him, and he smiled at her. “You’ll be at my mercy.”
When he lowered his mouth to her cleft, the slow burn of ecstasy rippled through her skin. With his tongue, he tantalized her hooded flesh, nibbling and sucking, until tremors broke through her. He held her hands, not allowing her to move as he feasted upon her, driving her to a higher pitch.
“Finian, come inside me,” she begged. “Love me.”
His mouth moved away from her center, his tongue dipping against her navel and up to her breasts. And when he entered her at last, filling her with his shaft, she gave a soft sigh of relief.
He thrust hard against her, cupping her hips as he deepened their joining. Her breath quickened with the rhythm pulsing against her wet entrance, and she met his penetrations by arching her hips.
He did torture her, but with such pleasurable sensations, she hardly cared if she died from it. And when her keening gasps did tighten into a scream, he covered her mouth with his own, muffling the sound as he took her over the edge. She spasmed against him, loving the feel of his body emptying within her, his breath mingled with her own.
“I want to spend the rest of my life loving you,” he breathed, passing his hands over her flesh. “If you’ll have me.”
Alys smiled, holding him with all her heart. “Always.”
Don’t miss other books in Michelle Willingham’s The MacKinloch Clan series! Look for these titles from Harlequin Historical, available now wherever ebooks are sold:
Claimed by the Highland Warrior
Seduced by Her Highland Warrior
Enjoy more passion through the ages with the sensual Harlequin Historical UNDONE titles on sale now:
The Lady’s Scandalous Night by Jeannie Lin
Unlacing the Lady in Waiting by Amanda McCabe
The Wanton Governess by Barbara Monajem
Auctioned Virgin to Seduced Bride by Louise Allen
A Compromised Innocent by Elaine Golden
The Sheikh’s Impetuous Love-Slave by Marguerite Kaye
Deliciously Debauched by the Rake by Ann Lethbridge
Nights with the Outlaw by Lauri Robinson
The Highlander and the Wolf Princess by Marguerite Kaye
Craving something a little longer? Find more historical romantic adventure from Harlequin Historical at http://www.Harlequin.com or your local bookstore.
Interested in writing for Harlequin Historical UNDONE? Send your submission to [email protected].
RITA® Award Finalist Michelle Willingham grew up in a military household that took her all over the world, including Thailand, Germany, and England. She wrote her first historical romance at the age of
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