My Highlander, My Love, Part Three:Forbidden Love, The Greatest Love Story Ever Told.

Rash Reckless Love

Feelings of longing gripped the giant warrior and his soul yearned to desperately make the connection with Kainaaz, but Balloch withheld himself from doing so, because it would be like signing her death warrant. He knew that the witch would find out and kill his mate, and then there would be no life for him without her. The soft breeze gently caressed his handsome chiseled face, and the Druid closed his eyes and took in a deep breath of fresh air. He was standing out on the balcony naked as the day he was born, trying to reason with himself. He knew that he had a master problem on his hands, and a very dangerous one at that, but he also knew that he can not live without her, so he would have to find a way to fix the unfixable. The witch must die by his own hands, it was the only way to ensure the survival of his soulmate.

"I must kill her, tis the only way!" The warrior muttered hoarsely to himself as he turned around to go back inside the room.

"Please George, I need you desperately, come quickly to my room now!" Balloch heard Kainaaz whisper into the phone as she stood in the corner with her back turned to him.

The Druid stiffened, her words were like a knife to his heart, who was this George she was talking to and what did he mean to her? Threading his fingers through his thick mane of hair, the warrior was blown away at the realization that his soulmate could have possibly given her heart to someone else. Was she lying when she had said she was a virgin? Has she known the ways of lovemaking and tricked him into believing that she was pure as the day she was born? Has this George guy she was on the phone with already deflowered her?

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Asia quickly wiped the tears, closed her eyes and faked sleep when she heard someone outside the chambers door. It was him she knew it and when the wooden door swung open, her suspicions were confirmed. She recognized his male scent of peppermint and sandalwood, and it drove her mad to know that a huge part of her wanted him to love her, but she ignored her feelings knowing that he was the enemy, and not allow herself to fall in love with the beast.

The ruggedly, handsome warrior noticed the chill in the air as soon as he stepped foot in the chambers and immediately walked over to the fireplace to start a fire. He grabbed the iron cast poker and dropped one knee to the floor. Seconds later the orange, red fire blazed, crackling as it burned and licked the wood and brought warmth to the room. After stoking the fire a few times, Blane lifted his six foot five warrior body, set the poker in the corner next to the fire place and walked over to the table. Snapping his fingers, he lit the two candles that were on the table, the flames flared and cast dancing shadows across the huge room, satisfied, the warrior closed his eyes for a second to collect his thoughts. 

When the warrior opened his eyes  and turned around, a rush of feelings engulfed him as his eyes fell across the huge chambers to where the Druidess lay sleeping. Blane walked closer to the bed and winced when he noticed the red marks around her ankles and his first instinct was too remove the chains and rub salve around her wounds, he wanted to kiss her pain away and promise her that he would never hurt her again, but he could not, she was the enemy! In his castle she was not to be kept like a princess, she was not trustworthy, Asia was their prisoner of war and should be punished severely. Hatred filled his heart and he swore that he would avenge Kainaaz.

It was by chance or one might add, it was fate that was laughing in his face, and wanted to torture the warrior on this night for some sin he mayhap committed in his life,  because when his warm gaze glided over her petite body to where one of her round, and firm breasts had escaped and slipped out of the laced material of her servants gown that she wore, the Druid stiffened and cursed under his breath. 

It took all of his male strength not to jump on the bed next to her and run his tongue over her nipple that was perked as if begging him to take it in his mouth. Blane shut his eyes tightly and reminded himself that she was the enemies daughter.