The Highlander's Destiny (Highland Rogues #2) - Mary Wine Page 0,61

intoxicating, luring her deeper and deeper.

“Ye are perfect, Cora,” he muttered against her neck.

He pressed her back, and she pulled him down on top of her. Between her thighs, there was pulsing at the top of her sex. Faolan’s hand glided down the side of her body until he was stroking across her belly and toward the curls which crowned her mound.

Never had she ever thought her body might be so sensitive. Yet his touch made her quiver. It was so intense, she arched back, control completely beyond her ability.

Faolan found the spot that was throbbing. He teased it with the tip of his finger as Cora gripped the front of his shirt.

“What…what are ye doing?”

“Pleasuring ye,” he whispered against her mouth.

He smothered whatever else she might have said with a kiss. This time, it was hot and carnal. For the first time in her life, she truly understood the word carnal. It sent a shaft of enjoyment straight through her core and left her lifting her hips, seeking something more.

She had no idea what it might be.

But Faolan did. He was pushing her closer and closer to some peak. He leaned over her as his finger moved faster and harder. Her heart was pounding so hard, she feared she’d pass out, but the need building beneath the little bundle of nerves at the top of her sex was so intense, it was the only thing in her mind.

It suddenly burst. A sharp cry escaped her lips as pleasure exploded beneath his fingers. It was searing and white-hot. Cora twisted in its grip, withering as she felt wrung with the intensity of it. She was suspended between breaths, time frozen while the pleasure spiked through her.

When it passed, she collapsed onto the bed. She was panting, and her skin covered in tiny dots of perspiration. Satisfaction was glowing throughout her body as Faolan leaned down and trailed tiny kisses along the side of her face.

“That is the pleasure we can share, Cora.”

Her mind was clearing as she looked into his eyes. “But…did ye feel it as well?”

He slowly shook his head. “I wanted to show what lay beyond the moment of pain every virgin has to endure.”

“Oh…” Her mind had cleared enough to think. “Aye, I know what to expect.”

And yet she didn’t, for no one had ever mentioned the rapture Faolan had just sent through her body.

“Someone told ye…everything?” Faolan inquired. He was hovering over her as he cupped one of her breasts and passed his thumb across the tip of her nipple.

“Um…not precisely…everything… Do you feel the same if I touch ye?” Cora suddenly wanted to know. She reached for him, sending her hands down in search of his member.

Faolan grasped her wrists and carried her back to the surface of the bed. “No’ tonight, Cora.”

“But ye touched me.” The thought was past her lips before she could stop it. She wasn’t a stranger to the fact that men often did things women were forbidden to. But in the darkness, in his bed, she found it nearly unendurable to be curtailed.

“Aye, I did.” He pressed a hard kiss against her pouting lips. “And as much as the idea of allowing ye to return the favor, I fear I have not the strength to hold onto me seed if ye milk me.”

“Milk ye?” Her mind offered up a vivid picture of just how she might close her hand around his length. “Would that make ye feel as I just did?”

He let out a groan. Cora tried to break his grip.

“Must ye put me in me place even here, where no one sees us?” she asked in frustration.

“Aye,” he rasped. “Tonight, I will have ye, Cora, for no one will ever again have cause to doubt that ye are mine.” The bed shifted as he rolled over her. He settled between her thighs, and it seemed the most natural of things. He released her wrists and framed her face as she felt the head of his member slipping between the folds of her sex. “Ye are mine now, Cora. I promise ye that.”

She felt him shaking. He was holding himself in check, pressing into her slowly. Her body was tight, resisting the penetration, but she was wet, too.

And eager.

“Go on,” she encouraged him. “Let’s be done with this part.”

He opened his eyes, locking gazes with her.

“I’m not frightened, Faolan.”

*

She wasn’t.

Faolan felt something tear through him. Whatever it was, it ripped aside the last of his reservations. He gave himself over