Isobel had just drifted off to sleep again for the second time when she was awakened. This time it wasn't a noise that awakened her at all, it was something much more intrusive. Startled, she opened her eyes to find a man knelt over her. As she opened her mouth to scream, he slapped his hand across it quickly and leaned down further. His mouth pressed close to her ear, he whispered.
“Shh!” He looked across the small room to check for anyone else and when he found that it was just him and Isobel he leaned back down. “Keep your mouth closed and I'll take my hand away…” Isobel nodded. She had no intention of staying quiet. She couldn't see through the darkness, but she knew that this man was a foreigner. He smelled differently and his accent had a slight lilt to it that she didn't recognize. “Can I trust ye?” He asked. Isobel nodded again and this time the man laughed quietly in to her ear. “Dunna think that I'm that stupid, lassie.” He said, running his fingers down her cheekbone. “Now, I'm gonna ask ye some questions. Nod for yes and shake for no.” Isobel nodded. “Is there anyone else in this house?” He asked. She nodded. “A husband?” He asked. She shook her head.
“My parents.” She tried to mumble from under his hand. Instinctively he pulled his hand away. “My parents.” She said again, without a thought to the fact that she could now scream for help.
“And are they asleep?” He asked.
“Yes…” Isobel whispered.
“Good…let's leave it that way, shall we?” He asked. Isobel nodded. The man shifted on top of her and through the blankets she could feel the handle of his sword poking in to her. She couldn't explain it, but it sent a rush of excitement through her body, especially as he leaned down to speak to her. “Do you know what I am?” The man asked. Isobel was quite sure that she knew, but something about speaking it out loud made her nervous so she simply nodded again. “Then you know what I am capable of?” He said. Isobel nodded again. She wasn't quite sure what he was capable of, but she was positive that she didn't want to find out.
Chapter 4
Isobel stared up at the figure that had her pinned to the bed. She could make out only his silhouette through the darkness.
“Are you going to kill me?” Isobel whispered fearfully in to the dark. The man laughed quietly.
“I canna see ye in the dark, lassie, but I don't make a habit of killin’ a pretty woman.” He said. Then he did something that Isobel had not been expecting at all, he pressed his lips firmly against hers. Despite wanting to resist, she soon gave in to his soft mouth, parting her lips to allow him to taste her. His tongue snaked slowly in to her mouth as he pressed himself against her, his sword handle somehow seeming to grow as he did.
As the kiss became deeper, Isobel felt her body beginning to flush. A deep yearning emanated from her core as she arched her back, pushing in to his kiss and his sword handle. The way that thick long handle rubbed against her made her forget all about the strangeness of the man in the dark, instead it made her hungry for a passion she had never known before.
“Take me…” She whispered, pulling out of their kiss. The man seemed shocked as their rapid breath filled the darkness. Isobel repeated her request. “Take me…” Her fingers now running through his long hair.
“Do you know who I am?” The man asked again. Isobel nodded. “Then say it. Tell me that you know what I am and that you still want me to take you.” Isobel swallowed hard.
“You are a highlander.” She whispered in to the dark. The man leaned down, pressing his nose to hers.
“And I have the power to lead a raid on this town…” He said quietly. “To wipe out everyone of your people.” His eyes darted down to her mouth and then back to her eyes. “Do you still want me to take you?” He asked. Isobel nodded. She knew that she shouldn't nod, that she shouldn't want such a savage to ravage her that way, but it was all she could think of as the bulge of his sword pushed against her. Her chest rose heavily as he reached down with one hand and cupped her breast firmly.
“Ah!” Isobel gasped. The highlander leaned in, silencing her as he pressed his mouth against hers, warning her not to give him away. Her body undulated under his, her hips lifting, pushing in to the bulk that was his sword. He squeezed her breast hard, bringing his thumb and index finger to pinch her nipple. “Mmm!” She hummed in to his mouth. He pulled back out of the kiss.
“You must keep quiet. If you want this, you must stay silent.” He spoke firmly and Isobel nodded. The highlander leaned back, sitting on top of her and bringing his fingers to the lace of her corset. Quickly, deftly, he unlaced her, tugging at the thick fabric to expose her milky white breasts. His fingers brushed lightly over her pale pink nipples. “So white…so innocent.” He whispered, her nipples budding under his surprisingly light touch. Isobel ran her tongue over her lips, hungry to feel him on her, in her. “Tell me…are you a virgin?” He asked, ripping open her corset completely and sliding down her body to remove her skirt.