Entrusted to a Highlander (Highland Promise Trilogy #2) Read Online Donna Fletcher

Categories Genre: Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Highland Promise Trilogy Series by Donna Fletcher
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 102424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
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Tears trickled down Purity’s cheeks as her husband kissed her. She had hoped and dreamed that this moment might one day come, but truthfully, doubt had been so instilled in her that she secretly worried it might never come. Yet here it was—Arran MacKinnon loved her.”

Their kiss soon sparked their passion and Arran whispered, “We should hurry to our bedchamber.”

“What’s wrong with right here?’ she asked, her hand slipping beneath his plaid and his hand grabbing hold to stop her.

“You deserve better than the barn, wife.”

She brushed her lips over his. “I deserve to love my husband where and whenever I want.” She chuckled softly. “Besides, it’s too far to our bedchamber. I can’t wait and I don’t want to wait that long.”

“You’re incorrigible, wife,” he teased, scooping her up in his arms.

“You flutter my heart with such flattery, husband. Now hurry me to a hay pile where I may welcome you with open,” —she grinned— “legs.”

Arran shook his head, laughing. “I do love you, wife.”

She pressed her cheek to his and whispered in his ear, “Show me how much.”

Her warm, faint breath sent gooseflesh rushing through him and sent his passion soaring, but then his wife always roused his passion and many times with little effort.

He eagerly carried her to a pile of hay and placed her down on it and with her arms around his neck he had no choice but to follow, stretching out nearly on top of her. Their lips hurried to each other, their kiss hungry as if it had been too long since the last one.

Arran pulled away to give them time to breathe. “I would love to go slow, but this place isn’t as secluded as our bedchamber.”

“I’m so excited to be doing it with you in a barn—my dream come true,” she said with a chuckle, “that I fear I’ll climax as soon as you enter me.”

He hurried his lips to hers for a quick kiss. “A wife whose dream it is to couple with her husband in a barn—my dream come true.” He smiled. “And fear not, if you climax to soon, I’ll make certain you climax again.”

“Promise?” she asked, wiggling against him.

“My word, wife,” he said, though feared he might come even faster than she did, which would hamper his efforts to see it done.

Arran wasted no time, he pulled his wife’s garments up and pushed his plaid aside.

“Do hurry, I need you inside me,” Purity said anxiously.

Sometimes his wife’s innocent remark excited him beyond reason and this was one of those times, not that he needed his passion to go from soaring to raging near out of control if he intended to see her satisfied before him.

He slipped easily into her. She was so wet and yet still snug and when she wrapped her legs around him and took him deeper inside her, he almost climaxed there and then. Not that he wanted to. He wanted to last a while longer, feel that build, that push to the edge, and the anticipation of falling off, then soaring and exploding.

“ARRAN!” Purity cried.

“Shhh,” he warned. “Or we won’t be alone for long.”

“Then hurry!” she urged and clamped her mouth tight, not that it stopped her moans. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting against screaming out his name and fearing what would happen when her passion exploded.

Soon! Soon! It was building, she was on the edge, ready to fall. A few more hard thrusts and she’d be—the loud screech had her eyes flying open and before she could call out, her husband thrust into her so hard it sent her over the edge into a mind-shattering climax.

“Damn it, King,” Arran yelled as he felt the cat’s claws dig into his back. “I’m not hurting her.” He cringed as King’s claws dug into him again. “Purity, tell him—” He stopped when he realized his wife was in the throes of her release, her moans not helping the situation. “KING!” he yelled again, the cat’s claws shredding his shirt.

“STOP, KING! NOW!” Purity ordered as the deliriously delightful sensation ran through her body.

Arran moaned in relief when King jumped off him. He got annoyed since the cat’s claws had put a damper on his passion.

Purity saw her husband’s passion begin to deflate and tightened her legs around him. “You promised and I need you again.” She raised her hips, squeezing him tight.

Damn if his wife didn’t rekindle his desire quickly and knowing she was ready for him again had him growing harder and harder as he moved faster inside her… then King came and parked himself atop Purity’s head and stared at him. Arran almost swatted the little beast off her.

“Ignore him,” Purity said.

“How can I? He’s staring right at me.” Arran growled and King hissed.

“King, GO AWAY!” Purity ordered.

The cat stared right at Arran and hissed, then swung his tale, but didn’t move.


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