The Highlander's Destiny (Highland Rogues #2) - Mary Wine Page 0,82

her. She grasped the hem of her last garment and pulled it up and over her head.

Time decided to freeze again. Cora stood still as Faolan looked at her body. She quelled the urge to clasp her arms in front of her breasts.

Let him see her.

Just as she was.

Faolan did precisely that. His eyes were riveted to her. Slowly moving down her body and back up again.

“Ye are perfection, lass.”

Cora shivered. Faolan gathered her back into his embrace, covering her mouth with his. He kissed her long and hard but not quickly. He lingered over her mouth, trailing his tongue across the sensitive surface of her lower lip before he pressed her mouth open and deepened the kiss.

It was scorching.

He thrust his tongue into her mouth so that it might stroke her own. She reached up, desperate to cling to him.

But she had a more demanding urge. Cora reached back down and found his member. She clasped it, working her hand up and down it until Faolan shuddered and broke away from the kiss. His breathing increased, his chest rising and falling quickly as she continued to milk him. His body stiffened as he neared the moment of climax. Cora’s determination grew. She wanted to push him over the edge he’d sent her tumbling over.

But not to prove her power.

To match him more completely.

She wanted to be his perfect mate. So perfect, he’d never even look at another.

Faolan let out a growl as his member began to jerk. His seed erupted as he shook, and a sound of pure male satisfaction left his lips. It was hard and edgy, just like him.

And Cora grinned.

“Pleased with yerself, madam?”

He nuzzled at her neck, placing little kisses on the delicate skin. A shiver moved down her body, leaving gooseflesh behind.

“I brought ye here to ease the ache in yer back.”

“What?” She had to think for a moment about what ache she might have.

Faolan lifted his head and lifted her hair. He looked down her back.

The beating.

Cora flattened her hands and tried to push away from him. Faolan grunted and held her still.

“It is naught,” she assured him.

He caught her chin. “Never think for a moment it was naught. Ye earned the respect of the McKay this morning, but I know ye understand that.”

Cora blinked. “I do.”

“I still want to beat the bastard to death who took yer name to the Church.”

Cora stiffened as she caught the look in his eyes. Only her brother had ever been so protective of her. Faolan didn’t allow her to shy away, though. He held her steady as he stared into her eyes.

“Ye are mine, Cora. Never mistake what I mean by that,” he rasped out. “It means I would rather spill me own blood, take three times the number of strikes rather than suffer watching ye be hurt.”

He scooped her up and stepped over the edge of the tub. He sunk down with her in his arms, the warm water drawing a soft sound of delight from her.

“Ye like that?” he asked as he settled against the back of the tub and adjusted her so she was in his lap.

“Everything except yer shirt. Why do ye refuse to allow me to see ye as you saw me?”

Cora faced him, her thighs opened wide, her knees hitting the bottom of the tub on either side of his lean hips.

“Why?” she repeated when it appeared he wasn’t going to answer.

His eyes were half-closed, his face set in an expression of male hunger. He opened his eyes as she asked, his hands closing on either side of her hips. The hold sent a jolt of need through her. It was sharp and so deep, she shuddered, feeling desperate to have him inside her.

His member was hard against her slit.

He shifted, pulling the thin fabric of his shirt out from between them.

“Ye delight me,” she whispered.

And it was the truth. With the shirt gone, she was able to feel her skin against his. The folds of her body opened, and another memory surfaced from some moment when she’d been someplace where she wasn’t expected to be, and talk had been flowing freely.

“I gave him a good ride…”

Her young mind hadn’t absorbed the details of that statement. Now, she felt Faolan’s cock against her, and she realized she might be in control. She lifted her bottom off his thighs, allowing his member to straighten.

When she lowered herself, his length penetrated her.

“As I said, ye are perfection, lass.” There was a new note