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painfully into her ass cheeks. He pulled
out and thrust back in with such force the bed shook. Penelope screamed as pain
mixed with pleasure, and every forceful thrust sent her body climbing higher
and higher. When he released deep inside her ass, the hot burn sent her
tumbling over the edge, waves of fire rolling over her skin until it all
centered between her thighs, and multiple waves of pleasure burst from within
her.
    When
the room finally stopped spinning and her breathing slowed enough to stop
hurting the emotion she glimpsed briefly in Doric's golden eyes, squeezed her
heart like a vise. She was in real danger of falling hopelessly in love with
her rescued man from the
Loch
.
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    Penelope
blinked in the bright sunshine falling across her bed and groaned. Every muscle
in her body hurt after last night's activities. She'd lost count how many times
Doric had brought her to one screaming orgasm after the other, interspersing
hard fucking with surprising tender moments. Like insisting to run a bath for
her, to soothe her aches away. She'd fallen asleep, only to wake up to him
standing over her, watching her with such a tender expression in his eyes, her
heart had turned into an excited rabbit. She'd smiled at him, and he'd pulled
her out of the bath, wrapped her up into a fluffy towel, and then deposited her
on her bed. She'd been surprised to see that he'd even changed the sheets. He'd
ordered her to turn over and then proceeded to rub her lavender body lotion all
over her skin in such a sensual massage she'd been a quivering mass of need.
    To
her delight he'd allowed her touch in the slow, languorous lovemaking that
followed, and she'd reveled in the freedom to explore the hard contours of his
body. She'd licked the tight pectorals, and run her tongue along the peaks and
dips of his abdominals, trailed her fingers through his chest hair and cupped
his huge erection. She'd reveled in his reaction when she'd run her tongue
along his cock head, cupping his balls and taking him as deep as she could
without gagging. The salty taste of him had proved addictive. Penelope had
never liked giving head before, but with Doric, this, too, was a feast of the
senses. His spunk had burnt a fiery trail down her throat, yet she'd reveled in
the odd sensation and milked every last drop from him.
    Doric,
being Doric, had taken his revenge by wrenching orgasm after orgasm from her
using his tongue and fingers before he'd taken her in another fast ride seeking
his own pleasure. She'd fallen asleep in his arms, with him murmuring words in
that strange language again.  
    She
stretched, feeling like the cat that got the cream and smiled at the sunshine.
Not often you woke up to such a beautiful day in
Scotland
. It was almost as though
nature itself rejoiced with her this morning. Her smile froze, and she grabbed
the sheet to cover herself instinctively, when her eyes connected with the
small beady ones watching her intently through the pane of her window. The same
eagle she'd spotted several times before sat on her window ledge, watching her
with an unsettling intensity. Penelope was no birds of prey expert, but she
knew enough to be puzzled by this eagle's behavior.
    She
was pretty sure they didn't normally come so close to humans, nor fixed them
with such a disapproving stare. There you go again, girl. Your stories are
going to your head. He's a bird that's all. She forced herself to let go of
the sheet and turning her back on the eagle, climbed out of bed on the opposite
side. When she risked a peek over her shoulder, the huge bird had left, and she
breathed a sigh of relief.
    Before
she had even made it as far as the door to the bathroom, loud hammering on her
front door disturbed the early morning peace. Come to think of it, why was it
so peaceful? Surely Doric hadn’t left without saying good bye? Her heart missed
a beat at the thought.
    Get
a hold of yourself, girl. He didn't promise you anything. You had a wild