Page 32 of Highlander’s Evil Twin

It seemed impossible to feel this much for someone, to want them so badly that even after being satisfied fully, he only needed to look at her, raising one thick eyebrow in her direction, his eyes sparkling, and desire would build up within her again. He told she was insatiable, wanton, and she knew it was true, but only with him. She could refuse him nothing. She didn’t care what he did if it was to her. She loved every second of it. Heather arched her back, leaning back slightly, legs wrapped around his hips, giving him full access to her body, her long red hair cascaded out into the water behind her head.

“I can’t hold back,” Hiram groaned and then, juddered within her. Knowing that he had lost control, Heather gave into the sheer pleasure of the moment, waves and waves of pleasure soaring through every part of her body. She pulled herself up into his arms and their tongues met, not with desire but with love and intimacy. He held her close and they embraced before he released her, and she leaned against him trying to draw energy back into her legs. He slowly covered her up and helped her out of the water.

“That was amazing,” she admitted, as they went to retrieve their clothes.

“No, you are amazing.” Hiram laughed. “Little did I imagine when we first met that I was going to have such a wanton woman on my hands.”

“Complaining?” She looked at him with deep affection, green eyes sparkling.

“Not a chance.” He laughed loudly. “I love it and I love you.” He leaned forward and smoothed one hand over her long hair, and she curled against him, reveling in their continued intimacy. She is all fire and ice, he thought with deep contentment. He couldn’t imagine life without her. He imagined her with two children, a boy and a girl, clasping her hands, both with deep auburn hair that glinted red in the sunlight, with the same green eyes that looked deep into the soul.

As he watched her continue to dress, her clothes wet and hugging her form, he realized he wanted more than two children with her. He would continue to make her pregnant for as long as he could, and he knew that she would be willing. She was everything he could have imagined and more. Years of passion and love stretched ahead of them. He would never be bored of this woman—she was his life, his love, and his soulmate. And he knew, without any doubt at all, that she felt the same about him. Their connection was intensely physical, the chemistry between them beyond anything that he could ever have imagined, but there was respect and love, one so deep that he would give his life for her.

Hand in hand, they walked back up to the carriage which had been discreetly turned back to the way they had come so no one could see their antics. Blushing, Heather scrambled into the carriage while Hiram grinned at her, knowing that now, with passion satiated, that the reality of their actions was starting to sink in.

He sat by her side and held a hand. “I told you, those waters were healing.”

She giggled. “You did indeed my love. I am healed, inside and out.”

Leaning against him, Heather felt deep contentment as the carriage ambled back towards the castle. Nothing mattered but this moment. She didn’t want to return but she would go anywhere with him. Providing he was by her side, she could do anything.

“I want you to know that I never encouraged those other men that time, you know?” Her eyes were wide and honest.

“You didn’t have to encourage them.” Hiram looked at her sadly. “You just had to look beautiful and that was your only crime.”

She nodded, tears springing to her eyes, almost unable to speak. “I fought against them.”

“I will never forget the conversation I had with that girl, the one that Connor raped all those years ago.” Eyes sad, he looked at Heather, shaking his head. “Connor had threatened her and said that as he had been in trouble before, she had to blame me and that mother had agreed with this, knowing her precious son would be prosecuted if I was not the one blamed. Her logic was that I had never done anything wrong so would get away with the accusation.” Hiram gazed ahead bleakly. “Even though she was terrified, she refused to blame me and in the end, Connor was sent away. Of course, he had a backup plan.

“He told her that it was her fault that he had succumbed to temptation because she had given him the signs. He said he had fought against it, but she had smiled at him in the wrong way and that she had touched him a little longer than was decent. It had been a sign that she was willing. You know, it almost worked on her, but I asked her one thing, whether she could in all honestly believe that was the truth, and deep down she knew she was not to blame because she had seen the madness in Connor’s eyes.”

“She must have felt dirty and abused,” Heather said sadly.

“Oh, she did, but I told her repeatedly that it was not her fault and that she had a duty to herself, to live a life that was full and happy. She deserved that. I can introduce you to her if you would like. She is safe and well, fortunately, not like the other women he raped and abused.”

“You think he attacked many others?”

“Honestly? I dread to think how many women he hurt in this way.”

A few days had passed and Hiram brought Bonnie to the castle. Heather had been waiting for her and she had drinks waiting for them both in the castle grounds, away from prying eyes. She only lived a few miles away and Hiram had sent the carriage over to her. She had been happy to come and make Heather’s acquaintance.

“Hello, my Lady, it is nice to finally meet you. I am sorry I did not meet you sooner. But, circumstances made it not possible,” she said with a bow.

Heather hugged the girl. “Let’s dispense with protocol.” She smiled at her. “How are you?”

Bonnie smiled. She was natural, fresh-faced, and instantly likeable. “I can never thank your husband enough. He saved my life. I was in the depths of despair, so afraid that Connor would kill me and whether he would have made me pregnant.”

Heather understood only too well. “It wasn’t your fault, he was, well, sick...there is no other way I can describe it.”

“He hurt you too?”

“I think he was going to rape me. He was so jealous of my love for Hiram and he thought because he was the eldest, even by a few minutes, that I should have been married to him.” Heather placed her hands on her face, trying to hide the look of revulsion that swept across her features, but she couldn’t contain the shiver that still ran through her at the thought. “I think I would have killed myself if I have been married to him, and that’s the truth. I can only feel such gratitude myself towards Hiram in that he was the one I had to marry. He also saved my life because Connor left me to die in the moat recently and in all those bad weather conditions, I really would have died.”

Bonnie reached out and held Heather’s hands and the two knew that they had created a friendship, connected through grief and trauma for the experiences shared.

“Is it wrong to be so glad that he is dead?” Bonnie asked.

“If it is, I share that feeling too and we are both wrong,” Heather admitted. “Sometimes I still feel him here. Like a ghost drifting across this land. In the darkness at night, I hear his voice whispering to me. I hope that these feelings will fade in time.”