medieval-romance

What was once your crown will now be your collar, and you will wear it until you learn what it is to submit.

She was so lovely, it hurt his chest to gaze at her, especially knowing she was courageous and clever too.

If you die fighting, I want to die fighting with you.

I__ all alone against the darkness. Dark winds rising against me.

He inclined his head toward a fallen log. "Come. Let us break our fast." She pushed the heels of her hands against her temples as if she had an ache in her head. "I need a cup of coffee." William sat on a log. "What is this ye say ... coffee?" She looked at him and arched one brow as if she considered him daft. "It's a hot drink that helps me wake up in the morning." "But ye are already awake.

Barely able to breathe, Eva's tongue slipped across her lips. He moved a bit closer. "Every time ye walk past, I want ye. Your scent sends my insides into a maelstrom of need." She closed her eyes and drew out the moment, wishing he'd say that again. Oh, how delectable to listen to a medieval Scotsman declare his desire.

She ... grabbed her bra, clasping it and shoving her arms through. "Ye harness your udders?" The man was insufferable. "For your information, it's a bra - short for brassiere, something that wasn't invented until the twentieth century.

She swatted the fur beside her. "Sit." Growling, he shoved his dirk back in its sheath. "I'll listen, but if ye lift a finger against me, I'll slit your throat afore ye can draw your next breath." "I'll keep that in mind." Eva smoothed her fingers over her throat ...

You are charismatic. Men are drawn to you. I am drawn to you. And by your size, let alone your skill with weapons, they will be in awe of you.

He opened his eyes to half-cast. With a low rumble he lifted her onto his hips. "Take me to heaven, lassie. For no one but ye can cool the fire thrumming in my blood.

Unbridled passion with an incredibly hot seven hundred-year-old Highlander in the middle of the night? Mm Yeah. Bring it on.

In a heartbeat, he scarcely could take a breath. Wearing not a stitch of clothing, Eva stood in thigh-deep water with her back to him. Before he blinked, his gaze slid from coppery tresses brushing feminine shoulders to a tiny waist which fanned into glorious heart-shaped buttocks. Heaven's stars, her flawless skin had to be as pure white as fresh cream. God on the cross, save me. Christ, he was only a flesh and blood man. Who on earth could resist such a temptation? He clenched his teeth and growled. Frigid water or nay, he lengthened like a stallion catching scent of a filly in heat. God's teeth, even his ballocks turned to balls of tight molten steel.

He leaned his head against the rock. Christ, when was the last time he__ seen the humor in life? And now, of all places, in an enemy camp, with a strange woman who made him burn. Burn with desire. Burn with need. A desire and need not only for her and her body, but for something he couldn__ quite name.

Her pinkie took matters into its own, er, pinkie, and moved oh-so-slightly, grazing his skin. His pinkie, judging by the shape and texture. Blood rushed and pounded through her veins, flushing her skin. This could not, in any way, be explained as an accidental touch. But he could feign sleep if he wasn__ interested. Did she want him to do that? What was she doing? She commanded her pinkie to drop, and thankfully, it obeyed. A jolt shot through her as his finger made a query, and the need clarified. The need represented her desire for some measure of control. Control over her general situation. Control over her attraction. She answered with a gentle finger stroke along his calloused, warm skin. A sharp breath pierced the dark air.

She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his gaze. __ou may, er, wrap your arms around me if that will make you feel I am safer._ He chuckled--a hoarse chuckle, rusty, but a chuckle nonetheless. She__ take it. __ay I indeed?_ He lay beside her and pulled her back against him, settling her head on his arm, bunching the other hide up to use as a pillow. __f I must._ His warm sigh tickled across her neck. __fter all, I must ensure that pinkie does not wander._ Would Robert never let her forget that?

She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. __ow can you be so calm?_ He got to his feet, unfolding with an easy grace. He held out a hand, his dark eyes focused solemnly on hers. __ome with me._ __or what?_ __hat__ part of the lesson._ Was it her imagination, or did a twinkle of humor stir in those eyes? __enter yourself, and grab onto the here and now._ That made no sense__hat was he now, Sir Medieval Zen Master? But she slipped her hand into his strong, calloused one. He hauled her up until she bumped into his chest. With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face until she looked in his eyes. __isten to the world around you. Hear the birds? Hear the small animals scurrying? You are in this moment, this moment only, and sometimes that__ all you can do, all you can be._ His finger pulled away, brushing against her skin, and he tapped her nose, stepping away.

Hot-blooded men make war. It__ up to cool-headed queens like us to make the peace.

He grinned: he__ turned in time to witness her delicate white shoulders dip below the water__ surface. Thankfully, she quickly completed her morning__ ablutions and made a shooing motion with her hands. Back turned again, he waited for her to dress, all the while telling his privy counselor to cease its repeated suggestions.