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Wistfully, her eyes flew to the door again. He had proposed a midway for them to cope with her fears. If such fears materialised, it would not matter if they had a full life or a shell one. The future was for them to build. A full life was in their hands to nurture. Her fears were merely illusions without real basis as it was. He did not give her any concrete reason for her to have them. She pushed him away for the mistake of others, exactly as he stated.
Hesitantly, her legs moved. Slowly, she stood up, eyes fixed on the wood panel. One doubtful step after the other, she neared the frontier between her fears and her happiness. The man she loved, the man she had craved for so long remained so close, yet so distant. The need to vanquish her fears as she had vanquished every single obstacle in the last year, invaded her. She could do this, she was a fighter. There was no guarantee, but if she did not try, she would never know.
Her hand on the handle, she filled her lungs with air and courage.
And pulled the door, ready to push the limits of her demons.
In his chamber, a low fire burned in the fireplace, bathing the room in a warm glow. Instantly, she spotted his large frame on the canopied bed, taking almost all the space.
His head turned, their eyes clashed, and the glowing logs seemed to have moved inside her. Internally she burned, but her feet froze on the spot. The sight of him so delectable amid the bed sheets was enough to turn her to cinders. The only thing she could do was gobble him with her eyes, for lengthy, lengthy minutes.
“Do you plan to stand there for a long time?” His warm Atholl Broze tone snatched her out of her stillness.
Suddenly, she wanted to run to the bed, wanted to attack him with her lips, her hands, her skin. Sate her desire, her heart. Say everything, shout to the winds her thoughts, her feelings, her fears.
But she only looked at him while her heart thrashed in her ribcage. Her feet managed to move with slow, short steps as if she walked the strangest terrain on the planet. Yet her feelings were transposing the wildest jungle, the most dangerous river, the stormiest sea. The walk to his bed more significant than anything she had ever done in her life.
As she came five feet from the bed, he pulled down the covers in clear invitation. With those hesitant feet of hers, she halted with no conscious decision from her.
“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she croaked, her voice so low, it was almost covered by the cracking fire.
He tapped his hand on the mattress, coaxing her to move. With no hurry at all, she lay beside him as he turned the covers, propping on his elbow to look at her.
“And the others?” he asked about their future nights.
She lifted her lashes and their gazes clashed while one of his hands palmed her neckline. She nearly lost her voice when he undid the first button of her prudish nightgown. An intake of oxygen rushed into her airways.
“Nor then,” she forced herself to reply.
In a trice, he had undone the buttons, his warm hand lining her breast to ignite every cell on her body. Worsened by his stubble as he nuzzled her neck. Her lashes closed as goose bumps covered her.
“Good, because if you so much as think distance, I’ll chain you to this bed.” His stubble and his voice rasped on her skin. He opened his mouth to lay a steamy kiss on the jumping vein on the curve of her neck. “Like forever.” She gasped at the shock his caress and words produced.
Forever sounded quite right.
Any thought vanished as his mouth clasped on hers for a deep, delicious kiss. She adored his kisses, so carnal, shameless, and total. Her fingers raked his luxuriant hair as their mouths devoured each other openly. Her spine arched into him as one of her thighs lifted, increasing the contact of their bodies.
As suddenly as he started the kiss, he lifted his head, his serious eyes probing hers. “Is this a pity tryst?” the question came hard.
She glued her body further to his gloriously naked one. “You’ll never inspire pity, Darroch,” she assured him, calling him by his new title for the first time.
He produced a side-smile that mesmerised her every time. He melted her even more with his thumb and forefinger teasing her nipple. Damn the man! How the deuce did he want to have a conversation if he scattered her clear thoughts like that?
“Good, because I’m going to take you all night,” he promised. And uncovered the defenceless breast, lowering his mouth of perdition to capture the nipple. “You’re not getting any sleep.” The growl vibrated on the dusky aureole and extracted a moan from her. He proceeded to devour that part of her thoroughly. The ragged sound she emitted caused him to lift his head.
“I didn’t think I would anyway,” she managed to answer as they stared at each other for an eternity.
And then all was movement.
With urgency, he rucked her nightgown up, bent her knees, and glued his mouth to her wet centre as she nearly screamed with delight. He fairly ate her poor centre with hunger and gusto. His hot moist tongue, combined to the bristly stubble took her to hell and back. Then shot her right to paradise with an intense orgasm that lasted a lifetime, which made her scream uninhibitedly.
Without giving her time to recuperate, he came over her, his rock-hard erection connecting with her still quivering middle.
“I need you now, Darroch,” he rumbled imperatively.
And entered her fully, causing her to gasp. They were a sight to behold, her neckline fallen down her shoulders, the hem rucked to her waist, all wrinkled and abandoned as his naked masculinity covered her, strong arms holding her, see-sawing breaths. The firelight playing light and shadows on their passion.
Moira held him with arms and legs, her hair everywhere, wanting this to never end, wanting this to end with her explosion and his, wanting all of him, all her life. She caressed every one of his hard muscles as he moved ever more demanding, and dwarfed her on the mattress.
