"Oh, Colin." Her breath caught. She had never imagined this feeling. Fulfilled aching pleasure, rising higher with each moment. Sliding, plunging deeper. "Aye."
He growled a curse. The profound passion latched onto her again, and she felt as if her mind flew toward the moon. Colin shook against her, grinding himself deeper, and heat flooded her.
Her face pressed to his, they gasped for breath. Good heavens! What an astounding sensation. It did not seem real or possible.
Withdrawing, he kissed her cheek. "Did I hurt you?"
"Nay. No more than I asked for, at any rate. 'Twas amazing!"
"So youarehurt?" He adjusted her clothing back into place.
"Only a wee bit tender." She smiled, for the pleasure had blotted out the pain.
Loud revelers passed the door outside, making Kristina jump. Thankfully, they did not try to enter the room, and their talk and laughter faded. Though the music and dancing from the great hall was still boisterous.
"I'd best take you up the back stairs to your chamber," Colin said.
"Aye."
After opening the door and checking the hallway, he returned and picked her up. "The steps are uneven. Hold on and I'll carry you."
She nodded, slipping her arms around his shoulders.
His hands at her back and under her knees, he moved quickly up the stairs. His thighs must indeed be strong. She hoped they didn't meet any servants or clan members. She did not want to be the gossip of the castle.
In the upper corridor, he quickly but quietly walked along, carrying her.
"What are you about, Colin Cameron?" asked a deep voice to their left.
Kristina's heart felt as if it vaulted into her throat.
