He pulled her hand away. "You will pay for this, lass. We both shall."
Ignoring his every word, she leaned more firmly against his chest and kissed him. "Tell me what to do. I want to please you."
She didn't have todoanything. Everything about her not only pleased him but enthralled him. Her sweet taste, her soft curves, her silken skin....
Next thing he knew, she straddled him.
The heat and pressure of her body pushing down against his near obliterated his sanity. Growling, he mustered all his strength and tried not to take her instantly.
A battle raged within.
She positioned herself and shoved down upon him, holding his face between her palms. Teeth clenched, he opened his eyes to glare at her. Determination gleamed in her eyes. The lass was bent on stealing his soul. Aye, she could do it.
"Cat!" he ground out.
"Hmmm?" She kissed him and tried to force him deeper.
"You'll hurt yourself. Not to mention ruining your life."
"If I cannot have you, my life is ruined anyway."
When the heat of her body overwhelmed him, his natural urges took over. He grasped her hips and surged upward, lodging himself inside her.
She screamed and whimpered, locking down on him.
He groaned. The hot, tight feel of her! This was heaven on earth. But he had caused her pain. "I told you 'twould hurt," he grated.
She nodded, eyes filled with tears. "More. Do it, Torr." She clenched her jaw as if bracing for the pain.
"Och, lass." Heart aching, he pressed his eyes closed and tried to control his natural urges. "'Tis nay the way to do it." Especially with her. She deserved pleasure only.
They were still joined when he lifted her and carried her to the edge of the bed, water streaming from their bodies. "I shall try to make it easier for you," he said. "Lie back. Relax."
She nodded and wiped her eyes.
Though his instincts demanded that he unleash the full force of his desires on her, he held himself in check. Leaning over her, he relished kissing her breasts, then teasing and taunting them mercilessly. Moaning, she buried her fingers in his hair and arched her back, her inner muscles rippling and clutching at him.
He ground his teeth at the exquisite torture.
You are mine, his primal side roared. And he was too aroused to consider any other side now.
She squirmed and writhed on the bed, whispering his name. When he felt her relax, he surged deeper. What a rapturous paradise. He near lost his mind.
She groaned, her muscles squeezing him harder. Deep inside, he held still and continued teasing her beaded nipples, licking and nibbling the wee rosy tips. He'd never had a lass like her, so sweet and luscious.
A lass who loves you.
Did he relish that idea or hate it? 'Twas foolish beyond measure, but she was wrapping him around her wee, mischievous finger and laying claim to something deep within him even more profoundly than he was claiming her body.
He moved within her, withdrawing, then pushing ever deeper... gently at first, then with more force.
Her gasps, whimpers, and moans fed the flames of his need. He gazed into her heavy-lidded eyes, their blue depths dark as night. Passion burned there, and more—tender emotions. Emotions that grappled within his chest even as he tried to suppress them.
Damnation, he could not get enough of her, could not drive deeply enough. She arched her back and, though she was tight, her inner muscles relaxed a bit more. And the moisture. He groaned. She was so aroused he glided smoothly. He tried to control his movements, yet they grew faster. The carnal bliss climbed higher.
"Torr!"
"How does that feel?" he whispered against her lips, between kisses.
