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her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her knees, as her petticoats, her sark and finally her stockings were stripped gently from her. He pulled her to him, crushing her breastagainst the hair on his chest, his erection pressing insistently against her belly.
    He murmured her name as he kissed her slowly, lingeringly, on the mouth, on her neck, working his way down. Too slow. This was no time for languor, she was on fire. “Struan,” she said, a harsh plea, as she nipped the skin at his shoulder with her teeth. “Struan.” She writhed under him, digging her nails into his back.
    He stroked her breasts. Her nipples were hard. His mouth was warm on them, his tongue hot, his touch exquisite, but it was not what she wanted, needed, would die without. Above them, the elements raged as lightning once more arced across the night sky. Between them a tempest of feeling. Iona skimmed her fingers over the tip of Struan’s shaft, drawing another wild moan of delight from him.
    Raging need, like the raging storm, made her shameless. She touched him again, arching up to rub her sex against him. His mouth found hers, ravaged hers, as his fingers dipped into her, sank inside, high inside, stroking and thrusting, his tongue tangling with hers, his thumb caressing the swelling mound at the centre of her heat, until she dug her heels into the ground, her entire body tense, tight, taut, and cried out her release.
    He thrust into her then, slowly and deliberately, easing his way past her maidenhood, which the pulsing of her climax made painless. Higher he pushed, desperately fighting the urge to thrust harshly into the hot, wet tightness of her, which was so much more delightful than he had imagined.
    Sheathed in her now, he kissed her again, relishing the way she clung to him, raking her nails on his back, his buttocks, relishing the way she was marking him for her own.
    He withdrew slowly, then plunged into her, possessing her, tilting her up to fill her more, his own harsh panting cries merging and mingling with her higher-pitched ones, melding with the crash of the thunder, higher inside and higher yet, until she cried out, until he could hold back no more, and poured himself into her, saying her name over and over like a talisman. All the pent-up passion of the last ten days exploded. The fullness of the moon meant this was no time for holding back. Something truly elemental had occurred between them.
    Hot tears seared Iona’s cheeks. She was complete, and soon she would be split asunder. She had never been so happy, soon she would never be so devastated. He had claimed her, and she was his forever, and yet she could never be his. The truth slammed into her with the force of an avalanche. She was in love with Struan Tolmach. She was deeply, irrevocably, eternally in love. She had been falling in love with him right from the moment she met him, and nothing could have prevented it. She loved him, and tomorrow she would leave him forever. She loved him. Tomorrow would be the end. But tonight was theirs.
    â€œWhether we are together or no,” she said, running her fingers through his hair, “I will be yours always, Struan.”
    He swallowed hard, knowing he should deny her, but he could not. “Iona, I can’t…”
    â€œI love you, Struan. Don’t let’s talk about what we can’t do, not now. I love you. I just needed you to know.”
    â€œIona. If I could change things…”
    â€œBut you cannot. I love you. For tonight, let it be enough.”
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    Though the storm eventually passed they did not leave the forest, but spent this, their first and only night together, talking, touching, joining. Languorously now that the first sating had passed, they supped on each other, licking and tasting every part of their bodies, savouring every crease, every dip and swell, as if the taste would beforever preserved. The sweetness of her sex filled Struan’s mouth as Iona came. The