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If anyone asked Catriona how she had ended up plastered against a tree trunk, with the giant pressed on her, she might try at varied answers, none correct.
Why did she idealise that lost serenity when this unbridled passion felt so much more worth it? The surrounding reality vanished as he transformed her into a starved woman, shameless. Daring. The yearning had transformed into something raw, mindless. Instinctive.
She forgot her name, her manners, an entire education devoted to suppressing anything remotely womanly, sensuous. Free. It flew out in the sultry air of this uncommon summer. Like the threadbare peel of an onion, it crackled away to uncover someone she would not have recognised even a week ago. This rearing passion smeared its inevitability in Catriona’s face, and she welcomed it with all the openness of a recruit to the ranks of pleasure.
Those callused hands rucked up her skirts, throwing what had been left of her lucidity in the dirt. “I am going to show you what my fingers can do,” he growled.
In a second, those fingers found the spot she had never taken notice of, but ached so much now she would sell her soul for the relief. As he touched the swollen, drenching centre of her, relief seemed the furthest, most unattainable redemption on the planet.
“So wet!” he rumbled. “The oily salve would have been superfluous.”
The experienced hand leafed through her, and the ache morphed into pure, hopeless agony.
“Wrap one leg around me,” the dark voice commanded.
As she did it, his tragic fingers got more room to take her to despair. “Fingal, I need…I need, please…!”
“I know, I know. I’ll make it better.” The promise did ring untrue.
But he teased, he circled, explored, insisted.
When she thought she could not take it any longer, his mouth suckled on one breast.
And the world exploded in billions of tiny shards as she screamed to the point of causing the birds to fly for their life. He never stopped, and she burned to ashes time and again. After the storm, she fell back against the tree, breathless and sated.
A long time elapsed before her breath calmed down and she descended back to earth. Fingal held her against the tree trunk, stroking her with his hands and lips in a soothing way.
But the hardness of him still imprinted on her.
“I want to do it for you,” she stated, looking at him.
He braced his hands on the sides of her head, intent glare on her. “Better leave it be.”
Her hands were already sneaking under his tented tartan, though. A palm rested on a hair-roughened thigh and climbed tantalisingly up, revelling in the texture of his skin.
His gaze went up to the blue sky in an attempt not to feel what he must be feeling. “Lass—” he warned.
Catriona had no intention of heeding anyone’s warning in the hazy state she found herself at that moment. She continued the journey up the muscled limb.
Fingal closed his eyes, head falling forward, almost meeting her forehead. “Don’t—” Her curious fingers reached the base of him. “You cannot—” and closed around the thick, hard base. “Bluidy hell!”
Eager, she explored the new territory in a rather clumsy caress to the tip of him. “Goodness me! This is big,” she exclaimed in low tones.
“And it can get messy, too.” Her caress ripped a grunt from him.
The thumb strolled over the tip to encounter its slit flowing with moisture. “Wet, just like me.” Her thumb kept at it.
His serrated breathing told her he might be enjoying it. “Damn it, Sassenach!” And he gave up, as one large hand covered hers to teach it what he liked.
She followed like a good pupil, and in a minute, he let that hand fall limp by his side, his hips moving back and forth.
His thick lashes lifted, orbs fixed on her still uncovered full breasts, bouncing with her strokes. Midnight hair fell down her back and over her shoulders, surrounding the mounds. The sight of her made him speed up his thrusts, both arms bracing her.
“This enormous thing would never fit,” she said, admiring him with her hands.
More grunts saw the light of day while she perfected her learning. “I wish I could surprise you.”
“And I wish I could see it.” It seemed to have gone harder and even bigger.
