beautiful image behind his closed lids. He imagined
perfect breasts, womanly curves and a channel warm and wet, which beckoned to
his natural instinct to mate. Something about her ignited his lust and
triggered an undeniable need. Though he tried to control it, his shaft reacted. Wonderful. He snorted, thankful it was still dark though the time for
the sun’s rise neared. If not, all would see his rendition of a ship with its
staff held high for the raising o’ the flag.
With little splash, he rolled over and dove, hoping the
colder water would ease his erection. As he swam, he plotted his course. He
needed to return to Castle MacKinnon and his family. They needed him. Two
others were found. He was free. Four remained lost. He lingered on those still
lost. Padon. Aiden. And the twins, Donnell and Dour. Need of a different sort
barreled through him, forcing him to surface. Home called to his heart and
gnawed at his soul.
Deep in his gut he knew he wasn’t ready to return home even
though his heart weighed heavy with the desire to seek refuge in his family’s
arms. Something bound him here to Loch Tay. A haunting ache tugged at his soul.
The sense that a small part of his spirit still lay upon the bottom gripped his
thoughts, refusing to allow him peace. Maybe once he was away from this place the
annoying sensation would cease and he would be free to live his life as a man
again.
Struan broke the water and wasted no time closing the
distance to the dock. Though the water invigorated and renewed his strength,
loyalty beckoned him home to Castle MacKinnon. Without much effort, he lifted
onto the dock and stood, coming upright to face Caledonia. How long had she
been there?
The nervous dart of her tongue across her bottom lip issued
an invitation he hungered to accept, but refused. She stood, hands at her
sides, silent, gaze leveled on his. Those beautiful, full breasts pressed taut
against her shirt, tempting his tongue to lave them with affection. Lust
battled loyalty. Desire hardened his cock and tightened his ball sac. Now was
not the time for personal pleasure. These sudden urges and uncontrollable
desires had to be some sort o’ aftereffect o’ the curse, Struan decided. But he
would resist. Caledonia deserved his respect, not his shaft.
Though nudity bothered him none, he whisked his kilt into position
low upon his hips then tugged on his tunic. If he didn’t, he knew he’d act upon
his lust and fuck her on the dock. Caledonia deserved more than to be treated
like one of the bawdy wanton slappers he’d visited for mindless pleasure in his
time. She deserved to be treated like a lady and from this moment forth, he
intended to treat her as such, no matter how much it hurt his balls. Her
strained voice broke through his aggravated train of thought and he sensed she
struggled just as he with the ravages of unrequited desire.
Seeing him cut the water like a fish took her breath away.
Did he love the water as much as she? The moon brightened his muscular backside
with each stroke and when he dove out of sight, her heart dropped. Endless
seconds passed before he surfaced and Caledonia released the breath she
inadvertently held until she caught sight of him again. It appeared as if he
enjoyed it. Did he do it as a form of a bath or out of the simple joy of the
swim? She ached to know.
Caledonia struggled with the sudden desire to join him. The
water was her second home, a natural place for her to relax. Should she strip
and dive in? Watching him float had her torn with indecision. He had asked for
a moment alone, to think and gather his thoughts. So much challenged him, his
past, his present and the unknown of his future. True, they’d bombarded him
with information to the point she’d sensed he’d overloaded and became inwardly
distraught.
God, if she were in his shoes. She wrung her hands, fighting
the desire to go to him and share in the joy and freedom the loch provided the
soul. Though it excited her to
perfect breasts, womanly curves and a channel warm and wet, which beckoned to
his natural instinct to mate. Something about her ignited his lust and
triggered an undeniable need. Though he tried to control it, his shaft reacted. Wonderful. He snorted, thankful it was still dark though the time for
the sun’s rise neared. If not, all would see his rendition of a ship with its
staff held high for the raising o’ the flag.
With little splash, he rolled over and dove, hoping the
colder water would ease his erection. As he swam, he plotted his course. He
needed to return to Castle MacKinnon and his family. They needed him. Two
others were found. He was free. Four remained lost. He lingered on those still
lost. Padon. Aiden. And the twins, Donnell and Dour. Need of a different sort
barreled through him, forcing him to surface. Home called to his heart and
gnawed at his soul.
Deep in his gut he knew he wasn’t ready to return home even
though his heart weighed heavy with the desire to seek refuge in his family’s
arms. Something bound him here to Loch Tay. A haunting ache tugged at his soul.
The sense that a small part of his spirit still lay upon the bottom gripped his
thoughts, refusing to allow him peace. Maybe once he was away from this place the
annoying sensation would cease and he would be free to live his life as a man
again.
Struan broke the water and wasted no time closing the
distance to the dock. Though the water invigorated and renewed his strength,
loyalty beckoned him home to Castle MacKinnon. Without much effort, he lifted
onto the dock and stood, coming upright to face Caledonia. How long had she
been there?
The nervous dart of her tongue across her bottom lip issued
an invitation he hungered to accept, but refused. She stood, hands at her
sides, silent, gaze leveled on his. Those beautiful, full breasts pressed taut
against her shirt, tempting his tongue to lave them with affection. Lust
battled loyalty. Desire hardened his cock and tightened his ball sac. Now was
not the time for personal pleasure. These sudden urges and uncontrollable
desires had to be some sort o’ aftereffect o’ the curse, Struan decided. But he
would resist. Caledonia deserved his respect, not his shaft.
Though nudity bothered him none, he whisked his kilt into position
low upon his hips then tugged on his tunic. If he didn’t, he knew he’d act upon
his lust and fuck her on the dock. Caledonia deserved more than to be treated
like one of the bawdy wanton slappers he’d visited for mindless pleasure in his
time. She deserved to be treated like a lady and from this moment forth, he
intended to treat her as such, no matter how much it hurt his balls. Her
strained voice broke through his aggravated train of thought and he sensed she
struggled just as he with the ravages of unrequited desire.
Seeing him cut the water like a fish took her breath away.
Did he love the water as much as she? The moon brightened his muscular backside
with each stroke and when he dove out of sight, her heart dropped. Endless
seconds passed before he surfaced and Caledonia released the breath she
inadvertently held until she caught sight of him again. It appeared as if he
enjoyed it. Did he do it as a form of a bath or out of the simple joy of the
swim? She ached to know.
Caledonia struggled with the sudden desire to join him. The
water was her second home, a natural place for her to relax. Should she strip
and dive in? Watching him float had her torn with indecision. He had asked for
a moment alone, to think and gather his thoughts. So much challenged him, his
past, his present and the unknown of his future. True, they’d bombarded him
with information to the point she’d sensed he’d overloaded and became inwardly
distraught.
God, if she were in his shoes. She wrung her hands, fighting
the desire to go to him and share in the joy and freedom the loch provided the
soul. Though it excited her to
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