Once Upon A Highland Legend by Tanya Anne Crosby Page B

he had never experienced with any woman in all his nearly thirty years.
    For all his attempts to deny her—and himself—his ardor spun into reality like a tempest, filling his veins with liquid fire.
    Reaching between them, he sought her wetness and was thwarted by her tiny red breeches. For an instant, he considered gently removing them, but they were a senseless garment anyway and—gah!—they were in his way. His hands trembled as he ripped the delicate lace, his brain fogged with desire. He tossed them onto the floor as she squirmed against his belly, seeking the part of him that was harder now than the bloody stone. Instead of complaining, she moaned softly into the back of his throat and spread her legs like a beautiful flower.
     
    “Oh, yes,” Annie whispered, and instinctively wrapped her legs around Callum’s hips, anchoring herself with his body, hardly aware of thought, only feeling. Somewhere in the back of her head she winced over the thought of where he would take her—right here on the Stone of Destiny. But she was powerless to stop this now. Her skin was on fire, her breasts ached to be free, the muscles of her legs tensed and her body throbbed to have him inside—literally throbbed, she marveled, as she spread her legs as far as they would go, willing him to come inside her.
    He kissed her senseless, never breaking the contact of their lips, and Annie’s desire spiraled out of control. The sight of her torn, red, lace panties on the floor only made her want him more. It was further proof of his desire though his hands remained gentle.
    She wanted more.
    His fingers didn’t disappoint her. He pressed one inside her body, groaning as he found her wet to the touch. Annie moaned too in response, sliding down to give him better access. But his fingers weren’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted everything he had shown her this morning and she wanted it now . Her heart beat faster, the sound of it like thunder in her ears.
    Then suddenly it was there, his skin hot against hers, pressing hard, and Annie cried out and slid down over his shaft, reveling in the delicious way it stretched her body as she took him inside.
    She sighed with satisfaction and deepened the kiss, mimicking with her tongue exactly how she wanted him to move inside her. She felt so naughty, but oh, so good.
    It happened so fast. And for once in her life she didn’t care about anyone but the two hearts beating in this room. The Winter Stone glowed brightly in the corner and a cold mist rose from their feet, intensifying the heat of Callum’s hands. Annie felt as though she were on fire.
    She had no idea how she’d come to be here, but suddenly it felt more like home than anywhere else had ever felt.
    They made love against the stone, and she couldn’t have cared less that her back was chafing against the rock. His arms embraced her as he thrust inside her, filling her completely and withdrawing, giving her the most intense pleasure she had ever known.
     
    By all the gods, Callum couldn’t have stopped himself if he had tried. But he didn’t. Wouldn’t. It had been far too long since he had craved a woman’s body so desperately.
    She wasn’t the least bit timid, matching his desire and surpassing it tenfold. She was a goddess, his faerie princess, desire incarnate…. He reveled in her body and her passion, groaning with pleasure when she filled his mouth with her soft coos of release. And then instead of growing timid with the return of rational thought, she merely grinned at him, and whispered, her tone filled with satisfaction, “I knew it,” she said. “You do like me.”
    Her Winter Stone lit the entire grotto with a fiery glow that matched his ardor, and he found his release instantly, filling her body with a powerful burst of seed. And in that heady moment, Callum knew he believed in faeries after all, for there was naught that could explain what had passed between them here but to describe it as magic. Forever