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Chapter 24: Distraction

After the walk, he felt somewhat better. He had thought about what he should do with Christine. Though she was basically the ultimate prize to bring Gustave to his knees, he didn't see her as that. He still had Gustave's nephew and that was enough. He could give Christine back, but keep William. He knew Bruce might not agree to it, but the longer that Christine stayed, the more he wanted her. And at this point, it was hard to stay away from her. She consumed his thoughts, made him act unlike him to the point where his men were starting to notice. She's making you soft…He groaned. God, he was going soft. Ever since he placed her on his lap, she had slowly soften him and he never got soft. However, he remembered when Tor, his Chief, started getting soft after he got married to his wife. Tor was one of the toughest men in all of Scotland, almost could win a fight against Erik, yet he was the gentlest man whenever it came to his wife. Though they teased him about it, Tor always said that it would happen to them. Erik always smirked it off, but now Tor's words were coming true. Daingead…

Walking back to the tower, he wasn't sure why he walking up those stairs. He hadn't said anything to the solder at the bottom of the stairs, just walked passed and up the stairs. By the time he got up to the door, the soldier outside the door looked at him with a startled look. He motioned the soldier to relax. As he was about to knock on the door, he heard something loud on the other side of the door. What the-? He didn't take time to think but banged on the door.

"Christine, let me in!" He demanded, turning the knob. The soldier stood up to stand behind him. Hearing no movement on the other side, he grew impatient. Stepping back, he threw himself against the door, making it fly open. His eyes immediately flew to the woman by the open window. She looked startled. Well you did just break down the door…He noticed the window opened and the shutter against the wall. That must be what made the noise, but why? His eyes slowly scanned the room, looking at every detail of the room from the last time he was in it. He always paid attention to detail which annoyed some, but it always came in handy. Everything seemed in place as he looked throughout the room. Looking down at the bed, he noticed something. "Where are the sheets?" He walked towards the bed, remembering there was a pile onto of the bed. Now they were gone and he looked at Christine.

"I-I gave them to William, to keep him warm throughout the night. It can get quiet cold at night, you know that." He did, which is why he always a few plaids with him. He looked at her, searching her face for any hint of a lie. Either she was telling the truth or she was very good at lying. She's lied to her father for years about you, of course she's good at lying! Looking away, he kept looking around the room. Everything was in place, that's if the sheets were really with William on the other side of the curtain. Walking to the window, he looked out into the darkness. Though he couldn't see anything, he might as well try. Looking back at her, he noticed something else.

"Where's William?" He asked.

"Sleeping, riding all day can make somehow very tired." It can be, but he and his men were used to it. Making his way towards the curtain, he wasn't expecting her hand to grab his arm. "Don't!" The touch sent his blood racing. "Please don't wake him." She said in a calmer voice. He stopped in place, not moving a muscle. Her touch was burning, making him hot and hard. How could she not know how her touch affects him? His eyes locked with hers, those brown orbits that he never forgot about. Mo bhòidheach dhonn shùileach sassenach… (my beautiful brown eyed Sassenach)

Their bodies were close, too close, but he couldn't move. His feet seemed like they were nailed to the floor, unable to move away from her. They stood there, looking at each other. His eyes glanced at her lips, making them part. The invitation was tempting. One kiss, one taste…Before he could stop himself, his lips fell onto hers. He remembered the first time he kissed her; how soft her lips felt, how good they felt against his, how her body reacted to his kiss. However, this time it was different. This time he didn't pull away, this time he could take his time. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her against him. She slightly gasped as she felt her body against his, letting him kiss her deeper. His tongue stroked her, slowly. A few strokes and hers responded, stroking him back. He let out a soft groan, encouraging her. Though he was fighting against himself to throw her on the bed and ravish her, he wanted to be gentle with her. However, she was making it difficult for him. Her hands slid around his neck, pulling him down closer to her. Her body was pressed against his; she could feel something hard grow against her stomach. The feeling should have scared her away, but it only aroused her that she was making him hard, hard and hot for her. She could feel every hard muscle of his body and the thought of his naked body against hers only fueled the ache between her legs.

His lips moved down her neck, sending shivers down her body. Her head tilted back to allow him better access, inviting him. She let out a soft moan as she felt one of his rough hands cup he breast. Though she was still full dressed, the feeling of his hand on her breast made her want remove the dress. He pulled away slightly as his hands moved to the back of the dress, loosening the laces. Their eyes locked as his hands made work of the dress. With the laces loosened, he tugged the dress down and let it fall to the floor, pooling around her. Only let in her chemise now, his lips returned to hers as his hand cupped her breast once more. She moaned at his touch, her back arching, pushing her breast more into his hand. Her hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, needing something to hold onto as his touch made her legs weak. His arm was still around her waist, practically holding her up. She wanted closer contact, she wanted his skin against her…she wanted this bloodily shirt off!

Before she knew it, she felt herself being laid down on the bed and now his body was hovering over hers. The feeling of his hard body over hers felt so good; a feeling she'd want more of. His lips moved down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses. Loosening the ties in front of her chemise, he pulled the fabric down, freeing her breasts. She moaned as she felt his mouth taking her nipple between his teeth as his tongue teased it. The pleasure was getting too intense, the aching feeling between her legs rising. She heard him murmur something in Gaelic, but she knew what he was saying. Pulling away from her breast, he looked down at her to see the flushed face of the woman beneath him. Looking up at him, using the moon outside for light. She could see the burning desire in his eyes. He wanted her. Though she should push him away, she couldn't. She wanted him too. His eyes never left hers as his hand pushed the chemise up to her waist, sliding between her legs. She gasped at the feeling of his fingers touching her. The feeling was incredible. Her legs parted slightly, encouraging him. A whimper left her mouth as she felt her body tremble from the pleasure, wanting more. Lifting her hips to meet his fingers more, she didn't know her action would cause him to lose any control he had left.

"Tha mi ag iarraidh a dhèanamh sibh mo. (I want to make you mine.)" Though she couldn't understand what he said, she had feeling of what he said. Before she could ask him to translate, she felt his finger sink inside of her. A moan or gasp, she couldn't tell what came out of her mouth. All she knew that was that she didn't want him to stop. He could see the plea in her eyes, the silent plea and he wasn't going to deny her. His finger stroked her, taking her higher. Her body trembled, her muscles tightening until she felt a wave come over her.

"Oh god, Erik!" She cried out his name as the passion overcame her. His name coming from her mouth as she released was something he'd love to hear again. Recovering from whatever that was, she watched his hands took the hem of his shirt and pulled it off of him. Her eyes scanned his chest and stomach, seeing the hard muscles that she had felt just seconds ago. His hands worked at removing the remainder of his clothes before he hovered his body back over her. Parting her legs more, she let him settle between them. He fought the urge to thrust into her, but he wanted to. He wanted to sink himself in her. One movement and she would be his. One movement and…

You can't do this, Erik…

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