21
After sitting with Rosemary for a while, Sarah was relieved. Blair returned and told them that Drew was just getting his wound seen to, and informed Sarah that she could have this tent. Drew would return shortly. Blair and Rosemary then left Sarah alone. Rosemary told her that they would see each other soon.
When Drew returned he had a proper dressing on his leg, and he was walking more confidently. He still winced in pain now and then, but overall he seemed in better spirits.
“Your brother seems nice,” she said.
“Oh aye, we hae had our difficulties over the years, but we hae grown closer recently. I had my doubts that Blair would be able tae lead us, but he is a good laird, and is leading us tae victory.”
“I hate that so many people have to die. Not just my countrymen, but yours too.”
“I know, lass, war is a sobering business, but it will be over soon.”
“Are you going to fight?” she asked, hesitation in her voice.
“Aye.”
“Oh Drew,” she gasped, flinging her arms around him, pressing her head against his chest. Drew's arms enveloped her, stroking her hair softly.
“What's wrong, lass?”
“I'm worried that you won't come back. That you'll die out there. We've only just begun. I can't bear the thought of you dying.”
“I won't die, lass. I promise ye that. I'm going out there to make things right, tae find Lord Flynn and punish him for all he put ye through.”
“You don't have to do that. I'd much rather you stay here with me.”
“I cannae dae that, lass. My place is out there, with my brother, with the rest of my clan. I am a McClair, and McClairs dinnae run from a fight.”
“Then stay with me for a few moments more,” Sarah said, tightening her grip on him, not wanting to let him go. She raised her head and showered him with kisses, pressing her lips against his. Fire bloomed within her again, but it was different this time.
Unlike when they had been in the glade, their lovemaking was not free from worry. Sarah was fraught with tension and fear, anxious about the future. Her life had not been a happy one, and whenever she had felt content something had upended her happiness. Now that love had filled her heart she was frightened that something would take it away from her, and she wanted to get as much from it as possible.
She pulled Drew down to the floor, fumbling around his body, pulling his cloak away. Drew was eager to meet this burst of passion, and she soon felt him swell again.
Her kisses were frantic and desperate. Her moans were fretful, almost worried that this would be the last time they would be together.
She wriggled out of her clothes and opened her legs, aware of the burning wetness in her most intimate area. Drew's fingers brushed her inner thigh, teasing her at being so close to her femininity. Sarah gasped sharply as the tips of his fingers found her, and then dove inside, exploring every inch of her.
Sarah clutched at Drew, hands running through his hair, bringing his face to hers. She tilted her head up, kissing him deeply, wanting to hold him so close to her that the two of them became one. Breaths barely escaped their lips. Sarah felt the rise of pleasure within her, spreading all over her body, curling her toes.
She wanted to keep hold of Drew, but he broke free of her grip and slid down her body, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down the middle of her stomach until his head was buried in between her thighs. Sarah's arms splayed against the floor and she moaned in astonishment at this new sensation. Drew's tongue whirled and twisted, causing a tornado of pleasure within her.
Sarah felt herself spiraling around in an abyss, aching and needing everything that Drew was giving her. Thoughts of him dying filled her mind, and only added to the sensations that she was feeling. If this was going to be the last time they were ever together then she wanted it to count, wanted another special memory to cherish.
A blaze of passion tore through her body as Drew's tongue worked its magic. She beat her fists against the floor as the raging storm crackled and thundered, and then her legs tensed around Drew's head, trapping him in between her thighs as her mind cracked and the pleasure flowed like wine.
Drew looked up with a drenched mouth. Sarah pulled him up, kissing him fervently. The passion had set her mind on fire and all she wanted was him. She could taste her own sweetness on his lips, and then pushed him over so that it was he who was laying on his back.
Drew seemed amazed at how in control she was being. It was as though all the years of hardship, all the pain and sorrow she had suffered were being torn away from her. The tight knot that had always rested in the pit of her stomach was being wrenched out of her body, leaving behind a raw, pure, sensual being.
Straddling Drew, Sarah looked down at her own body and enjoyed what she saw. His huge warrior hands ran all over her pale flesh, curling around her neck, groping her breasts. Sarah smiled as she shifted her position, feeling his arousal bulging hard. She took hold of it and held it rigid, enjoying the feeling of him burning against her.
Drew was so hot he scorched her flesh.
Sarah loved the feeling of him beneath her, standing tall and strong, ready to support her weight. Carefully, she lowered herself down, eyes widening as he entered her. He felt even bigger than she remembered, and she had to struggle to take in every inch of his Highlander manhood, but then he was inside, deeper than before, seeming to reach the most intimate part of her soul.
Sarah's head fell back and her eyes widened at the feeling of him inside her. Drew's hands were all over her, ravishing her. She looked down at him and loved seeing the look of desire upon his face. His muscles tensed as he grabbed her hips and rocked his body powerfully.
The two of them found the same rhythm. Sarah rested on him, feeling as though all the energy of the world was flowing through her, turning her into an ethereal being. When the two of them were joined together like this the rest of the world melted away and there was nothing left but their love.
Sweat glistened on Sarah's body as she reached her hands up to the heavens and screamed out loudly, letting all the anguish and pleasure and pain sweep through her and explode.
Then she fell forward, her hair falling over Drew's face. She kissed him as his hands roamed around her body, pressing her more tightly into him. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his constant, relentless pounding. Gasps shot out of her lips. She lay upon him in a heap, breathless, but Drew pushed her up into a sitting position again.
Sarah rocked back and forth as her entire body trembled. Her vision blurred as the pleasure took hold in her mind once again. Leaning forward slightly, she placed the palms of her hands on Drew's chest. His flesh was slick with sweat, and the dark hair that ran across his chest stuck together. Sarah could feel how frantically his heart beat, and the sound of her own thundered inside her head.
Sarah needed him. Sarah had him. The tempo increased until both of them were practically vibrating on the floor, eager to give and receive all the pleasure they had. Drew's thrust grew deeper. Sarah almost felt as though she was going to be torn in two when there was one almighty moment where Drew's entire body tensed. His hands dug into her skin and his eyes shot wide open as he burst within her.
Sarah felt the warm liquid seep into her and murmured with contentment. Pleasure settled all around her mind. The delirium faded. Her eyes closed, and she sank forward into Drew's arms again.
“Promise me you won't die,” she said.
“I promise, Sarah. I love ye,” he said. Sarah looked up at him, the light of love dancing in her eyes. She smiled sweetly at him and knew that the two of them were meant to be together for a very long time indeed.
She caressed his chest, kissing it lightly, before planting another kiss on his lips.
“You'd better come back, because I can't go through life without doing that again,” she said, smiling teasingly. Drew kissed her deeply and then pushed himself up, pulling his cloak around his shoulders.
“That hae given me the energy to slay a hundred men,” he joked, then moved away to pick up his sword. He was every inch a fierce warrior, and Sarah was proud to call him her man. She clutched her clothes to her breast and her gaze lingered on the entrance to the tent after he was gone. There was nothing she could do now but wait until his return, and pray that he did not meet his end.