Highlander's Bride: Medieval Romance (The Fae Book 1) by Joanne Wadsworth Page A

she faced him, smoothed one hand along her outer thigh and tucked her top leg snugly between his bare legs, their bodies aligned from head to toe. “Give me some time to show you how deep it can run. Touch me, just as I wish to touch you.”
    Mated pairs needed the touch of their chosen one on a deeper level to anything else. Before she’d been taken from the village, she’d touched the minds of her fae-blooded kind who were mated, had sensed the deep love that drove them within their bonds. If possible, she would touch him just as freely as she desired, but—
    “I’ve longed to hold you in my arms, Kyla. Doing so calms and soothes me in a way I can never explain.” He skimmed one finger along her shift’s wet and clingy neckline, right where the top edge sagged and exposed the upper swells of her breasts. “Although if I go too far in touching you, tell me, but I’m thirsty for more, want only to surround myself with you and all that you are.”
    “I shouldnae be encouraging your pursuit.” Except she couldn’t help but hold onto him too. She was so starved for his touch.
    “I will pursue you to the ends of this Earth, shall never give you up.” His gaze raked over her, burning hot and soul tingling as he followed the curves of her breasts and her hips under her wet shift.
    “Colin MacKenzie has controlled my actions since my abduction and always will.”
    “He controls naught if you cease giving him the power to do so. Touch my mind, see for yourself how committed I am to the path I’ve now chosen, a path that will only ever lead to you.” He caught her cheeks, smoothed his thumbs across her lips, his breath stuttering as he leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers. “Accept me. Choose me, the same way I wish to choose you. Allow me to honor and cherish you, for the rest of our days.”
    A gentle breeze whispered through the trees and swirled over them, fluttered his tunic’s drying hem and gave a glimpse of his muscled thigh. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them again and almost melted at the intoxicating heat in his golden eyes. Like liquid fire, his gaze blazed strong and true. “Kiss me, Ronan. Please.”
    “I’ve longed to hear you say that.” He captured her mouth with his and licked across her tongue, his breath mingling so seductively with hers and making her arch into him for more.
    Gently, she sucked on his indecently full lower lip then indulged in her need for even more. Fingers digging into his shoulders, she kissed him back, so wantonly before she pulled him fully on top of her and sighed as his heavenly weight settled exactly where she needed it. Reveling in his hot and virile scent, the sun overhead rising higher and bathing them in its warmth, she embraced her mate and the depth of their bond. “I like your kisses, my stubborn mate.”
    “Aye, I can be beyond stubborn when my course is set, and currently my course is set on you.”
    “So I see, yet you’ve returned for me when you shouldnae have.”
    “I would never have been able to stay away from you.” He kissed her again and she held on, grasped a firm hold of his mind and tunneled deep inside.
    “What did I do to deserve you, Ronan?” She would crave him for the rest of her days, her heart clenching at the thought of ever having to let him go. This was pure torture and denying him was impossible.
    “You’re everything I could ever desire in a mate, all I’ve ever hoped for, a woman of strength, loyalty and passion. I adore and respect that you stand so strongly at your foster brothers’ sides, but now ’tis time for you to stand just as strongly at mine.” He palmed the back of her head and held her mouth to within a breath of his lips. “You are my destiny and have been since the moment of your birth, just as I will always be yours.”
    He swooped in and took her breath away with his fierce passion and powerfully spoken words.
    Aye, he was her destiny, except how did she go about making everything