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“God’s teeth,” she snapped, “ye ken verra well I do.”
“Marry me,” he demanded.
“Nay,” she replied.
“Then I’ll nae give ye what ye seek from me,” he shot back.
Her lips parted in shock. He had thought to force her to accept his offer of marriage by driving her mad with lust! Tears of frustration sprung to her eyes, and the determined look on his face instantly softened.
“Sorcha—”
She turned her head away as a tear leaked out of her eye. He gently cupped her cheek and coaxed her gaze back to him. Leaning in, he captured her tear with his tongue, then pressed his mouth to hers.
When he pulled back, he said, “This is just the beginning. When we join, ye will ken the most exquisite pleasure of yer life. Yer body is mine,” he said savagely.
“Aye,” she agreed, knowing his imprint, his claim, could never be erased from her memory or her heart.
He lowered himself between her thighs once more and stroked his tongue up her center to the spot he had touched before. He was gentle at first, but as her need built and her moans increased, his tongue provided greater pressure and the circles around the throbbing spot came faster. She felt strung like a taut bow, and as he suckled on her sensitive flesh, her entire body clenched, then unclenched all the way to her core, as waves of pleasure rippled through her and left her utterly lifeless as a newborn babe.
When he rose up, she forced her heavy eyelids open, and she could see his staff so rigid that it curled up against his stomach. It seemed to pulse with its own need. “Let me claim yer body. Let me give ye release,” she whispered.
Stark relief filled his eyes, making her realize he would have not asked it of her. His every thought was for her. A large lump lodged in her throat. He was stealing her heart like an adept thief. He leaned over her and deftly undid the twine that had bound her wrists. He sat back on his haunches watching her, his eyes seeming to drink in everything about her.
She shifted her body and faced him. She had offered to claim him and give him pleasure, but she had no notion how. “I dunnae ken what to do,” she admitted, heat rushing to her cheeks.
A smile tugged at his lips. “Touch me,” he replied. “Taste me as I tasted ye, if ye wish to.”
She did wish it with everything within her. “Should ye lie back?” she asked.
He grinned. “Do ye wish me to lie back?”
“Aye.” It seemed as if she would have more control that way.
He obliged, lying on his back and cradling his head in his arms so that he could watch her. Embarrassment heated her further, but she discarded it as the useless emotion it was. Crawling over him, she settled to one side and placed a hand on his thigh as she curled the other one around his thick staff. He groaned when she did so. Tentatively, she stroked the long length of him, and when another groan escaped him, she understood that he liked what she was doing.
She rounded her hand over the smooth, hot, slightly moist skin and repeated the motion of long strokes until his groans became a moan of need and his eyes grew heavy with lust. The slabs of muscles in his stomach strained, and his thighs muscles jumped with tension. Fresh desire swirled through her, shocking her and prompting her to lower her head to his staff and slide her tongue down one side and up the other before taking the tip into her mouth.
He growled, and his hand came to her hair and fisted it. “More,” he demanded, and she was desperate with her own need to comply. She suckled him with long, pulling strokes, and he guided her with his hand, showing her to move faster. She could feel him growing thicker and longer, and then his breathing came in sharp, short breaths.
“Sorcha!” he cried out and yanked her up, claiming her mouth as his chest heaved and he found his release. When he broke the kiss, she was panting, and he flopped back onto the bed, seeming spent.
After a moment, he rolled off the bed, and disappointment filled her as she thought he was going to simply dress, but he went to the bucket and cleaned himself. He brought a cloth back with him once he was finished and motioned for her to lie back, and he gently cleansed her. She stared at him without speaking, drinking in his beauty. He had the body of a warrior, ruthless and merciless, but his heart… Dear God above, his heart was so tender, so giving. When he was done, he returned the cloth, and then came to rest on the bed once more, pulling her into the crook of his arm.
As she laid her head against his chest, his fingers came to her shoulder and stroked her skin. “We have claimed each other in body,” he said groggily.
“Aye,” she agreed, feeling sleep tug at her, though sunlight streamed in through the window. “In body.” And she suspected, for her part, in heart, too.
Fourteen
He awoke to a touch to his arm. His eyes flew open, and his fist shot upward toward the shadow looming over him. But before he could connect, a hand caught his fist in an iron grip. He started to jerk up to escape the hold when a knee came to his chest, and Iain’s face appeared a hairsbreadth from Cameron’s. It seemed his brothers had finally returned from the MacDonald’s.
“Shh. Ye’re going to wake the lass,” Iain hissed in his ear.
For a moment, his brother’s words bewildered him, and then he remembered he was not in his bedchamber but in Sorcha’s, and they had fallen asleep after their very active morning in each other’s arms. But they had both been naked…
He whipped his gaze to her, relieved to see either she had covered herself while he slept or he had covered her and not even realized it. Tenderness filled him as he looked upon her. Moonlight shone on her, making her look angelic with her golden hair spilling over her shoulders and back, and her face so restful in sleep. She lay on her stomach with one arm raised above her head and the other down by her side, her head turned toward him. So this was how the lass liked to sleep. He put the knowledge away on the shelf in his mind that he intended to fill till it was overflowing. Every detail about her was precious and worth remembering.
When he turned back to Iain, he found his brother studying him with a mixture of impatience and understanding. Iain inclined his head toward the door, and Cameron nodded, holding up a hand to be given a moment. Once Iain departed, Cameron quickly dressed and kneeled down beside Sorcha. He listened to her deep breathing for a moment and simply watched the rise and fall of her back with each breath and her eyelids fluttering with dreams. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, secured his sword, and then departed the room to find both Iain and Lachlan waiting for him.
