"We have the protection of the Rowan crosses. And since we have the witch's keek-stane,she will not know where to find us. Finnian said taking it from her would weaken her powers and blind her to the future and the location of people."
"Aye, but she will want it back." He tried to maintain his reasoning ability.
"Without doubt." Cat's eyes continued to darken. She licked her lips, sending a jolt of arousal to his nether regions.
"Damnation," Torr growled, tugging her toward the dense bushes a short distance away. He hated losing control of his lust. Having a tryst with her here in the wood was one of the most irresponsible things he had ever done. And though he knew 'twas madness, he was helpless to stop.
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CATRIONA WANTED TORRin every way: his love, his commitment, his body. She fisted her hands in his clothing. He flung off his baldric and sword, then kissed her while lowering her to the ground. He appeared near out of control, heightening her need for him. They were both frantic. Groaning, he pushed up her skirts along with his kilt.
"Are you ready?" he asked, stroking his fingers across her and eliciting a storm of arousal.
"Aye," she said between clenched teeth.
As their bodies joined, she cried out at the exquisite, almost painful pleasure. He covered her mouth with his own, indulging in steamy deep kisses.
She arched her back off the rocky ground, offering herself to him fully. His invasion, though still not comfortable, was nevertheless enthrallingly erotic. She was addicted to him.
"More." She fisted her hands in his shirt, dragging him closer.
"Cat," he moaned, sparking a beguiling hunger.
"Aye." She whimpered and squirmed.
Growling, he pinned her to the ground and took her in long, fierce strokes.
Bliss overwhelmed her, and a storm of ecstasy crashed through her, making every muscle in her body tighten and clench onto him. She had never felt anything so astounding.
He was hers, and she was never letting him go.
His body tensed powerfully against hers. He gripped her firmly and shuddered against her. She knew pleasure consumed him just as it had her.
Saints! How she loved and treasured him.
Resting, their bodies remained joined, and their breaths slowed.
She had never felt closer to anyone. Nothing in her life had ever been so perfect. Finally, she belonged somewhere when Torr was loving her. She belonged with him.
He raised his head abruptly and glared into the distance. "Do you hear that?" he whispered.
"What?" she asked with a chill of alarm. Then, the sounds reached her—quick and heavy footsteps striking the earth. An enormous animal loped through the undergrowth, breaking brush.
