Time Has No Meaning to Love
Prologue
Like an animal, he savagely charged the field, ready to end the lives of those who threaten the lively hood of his people. His men behind him join him in their battle cry. For Freedom! For Love! For Life! This is what they had been waiting for, and he would not let them fail! He used his special abilities to increase the stamina of his men. For anything more would reveal too much about his power to him men. He needed them to trust him, and they did as well as respected him. He was a fierce warrior and leader and they knew it. He was Lord, he was Laird, and he was feared. The scrap of leather covering the right side of his face only enhanced the fear he instilled in others.
The muscles in his legs burned as he ran. He and his men had been on the move for more than a fortnight and it was taking its toll. His gold eyes squinted as he prepared himself for the collision of forces. His long raven black hair which fell to his waist was braided on the sides of his head while the rest was free. His full lips bared his straight white teeth in a snarl. Everything seemed to slow as the imminent impact approached nearer and nearer. He reached his strong arm behind him and pulled the claymore off of his back. A few seconds more and it would be to the death. He locked eyes with the opposing leader and pointed his sword towards him, letting the man know that he is the first target.
He raised his sword over his head and brought it down upon the man. Metal hit metal as them men crashed into each other. His opponent swung his sword but missed landing it in the dirt; a big boot made contact with his stomach and sent him to the ground, but not before the man tore his mask from his face. Looming above him, eyes burning with fury, he made ready to impale his sword in his enemy's stomach. He could hear clashes and grunts as the men around him fought for their lives. He raised his sword. Then everything changed.
Gone were the men around him. The field was empty and it was quiet. His sword sheathed his hands at his sides. Gone was his armor, all that donned his body was his plaid and boots. His face was bare. He closed his eyes letting the breeze caress the sensitive skin that was his greatest shame, and which he kept from the world. He heard a soft feminine gasp and immediately met her gaze.
Green eyes met with amber ones and there was an unfamiliar feeling. They both took each other in. Instinctively they moved towards each other as if some unseen force was willing it to. They were both dressed strangely to the other. He was in a skirt, and she was in tight blue trews. Something was amiss. As they reached each other he brought his hand up and touched her long wavy earthy blonde hair. It was as soft as it looked. His eyes widened as she reached up and touched his strong jaw, which was dusted with a shadow beard, before she touched scared half of his face. It was then he remembered that it was bare. He reached up to cover his face, not wanting to scare the beauty before him but she stopped him.
She rose up on her toes and kissed his ravaged face. It made the spark of desire that made its appearance grow. The beauty then looked into his eyes. As if reading each other's minds they leaned forward at the same time and met each other's lips in a passionate kiss. His hands snaked around her slim waist and pulled her small, soft body to his big, hard one. She gasped and sank her fingers into his thick black hair. It was lightening heat between them and neither of them was letting up. Neither of them wanted to. He traced her lips with his tongue to see if she would permit him entry. She did and met his tongue with hers. He ran his tongue against hers before nipping her lip, sucking it into his mouth with a slow tug. She moaned and sucked his tongue into her mouth. She could feel his reaction to her against her stomach and gasped as he pushed into her making it more apparent.
He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
"A more beautiful sight I've ne'er seen." His strong deep burr laced with desire was the most amazing thing she had ever heard. He leaned in again wanting to feel her lips…