“I am so verra sorry,” he cooed, kissing away her tears.
All the while his own body screamed, lost in the sensation of her velvety softness. Her heat pulling him, and he fought the sensation to spill his seed right then and there.
When she finally began to move her hips, he said a small prayer to last more than a few strokes, and pulled out afore pushing back in, her heat enveloping him. His bollocks tightened, and he kenned he was fighting a losing battle.
“I cannae last, Firebrand. ’Tis too much. Ye are too perfect. Ye feel too divine.” Black spots filled his vision. He heard his heartbeat in his ears, as he thrust thrice more, a life-shattering shudder overtaking him as he met his climax, his seed spilling into Eilidh’s warmth as he shouted her name.
He collapsed beside her, embarrassed at his performance. He covered his eyes to hide his shame.
He felt Eilidh shift beside him. She pulled at his arm. “Why do ye hide?” she asked softly.
“I was selfish. Ye didnae reach yer climax. I should have taken more heed to ensure ye did. I must apologize.”
“Look at me.” She forced his arm away from his eyes.
Scared to see her look of disgust, he shook his head.
“Torquil MacGregor. I insist ye look at me this verra moment.” Her voice was strong. Demanding.
He did as he was told, surprised to see a look of, not disgust, but, was that adoration on her face?
“Ye werenae selfish.” She stroked his cheek with her finger. “Ye took care to make sure my pain was lessened. Ye cannae help what is out of yer control. Just as I had to go through the pain, ye had to go through yer inability for control. ’Tis nature. No’ aught ye have done wrong.”
He captured her fingers and kissed each fingertip. “I dinnae believe I deserve yer understanding.”
She smiled, then lifted a brow. “Besides, now that we have passed that necessary step, we can continue properly, aye?”
He grinned. “Aye. I will make for certs of it.” He stood and held out his hand. “Let us get ye cleaned up first.”
She let him pull her up to stand beside him and looked at the blanket, noticing the blood there and frowned. “I have ruined it.”
“Nay, ye have created a memory that will live on betwixt us.”
They washed in the burn and once they were clean, they made gentle love under the shade of the trees. This time, they took their time, exploring each other’s bodies. Reaching their climax together, whispering their wishes of their forever to each other.
Later that night, long after Eilidh had returned to her home, Torquil lay awake, listening to the sounds of the trees sway in the wind. He replayed the afternoon he had spent with Eilidh over and over again.
It was hard for them to part ways. Neither of them wanted to.
He wondered if he would ever be able to claim her openly without sparking a feud betwixt their clans. Both of his brother’s warnings still loud in his head. But rival clans had come together in peace over suchthings in the past.
They had also gone to war over such things.
He turned on his side, punching his pillow in frustration at the predicament he found himself in. How life wasn’t fair. How he had been presented with the perfect lass, but could not keep her.
*
“Ye have beenquiet these past few days, Torquil. What ails ye?” Evander asked.
The three brothers had gathered for a meal at MacGregor Keep. Torquil had greeted his cousin, when he entered afore taking a seat at one of the tables in the middle of the Great Hall. The room was loud, boisterous, with all the warriors and help supping at the same time.
He took a long pull of ale afore he responded to his brother’s inquiry. “Naught ails me. I have been busy with my music.”
Callum choked on the ale he had just swallowed, resulting in a coughing fit that drew attention to them.
Torquil slapped his brother’s back, giving him a look of warning when their eyes briefly met.
“’Tis plenty of ale and food for all, brother.” Evander stated, and Torquil breathed a sigh of relief that his brother had not noticed aught suspicious with Callum’s untimely coughing fit.
