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onto his back and rolled on top of him, her nose an inch from his, staring at his face. He presumed that she was trying to discern signs of his age and knew she would be unsuccessful. Every hair on his head was as black as soot, his skin unwrinkled. He used to have crow’s feet from smiling, but they’d faded. Mayhap with Mistress Alice’s help, his laugh lines would return.
    “ Mo dòchas, ” he murmured again. “My sweet hope.”
    This time she kissed him, and he let her lead.
    She knew much of kissing but little else, he discerned, for while her mouth and tongue were ardent and confident, her hands meandered with great hesitation but no purpose, and her hips wiggled only occasionally over his rod. Just as well, because after such a long snooze he doubted his control, which had in auld days been legendary.
    He gently placed his hands onto her bottom and caressed. The rounds were small but fine, generously filling his palms. He squeezed and she gasped, a pleasing reaction.
    He squeezed again while pressing her buttocks down, holding her firmly against him as he swirled his hips. When her gasp was followed by a moan, he knew he’d hit the spot and simply kept her there while they kissed. Her exploration of his mouth with her tongue had turned into full-scale love-play, and her cunny had settled into a regular, quivering rhythm, pulsing against his tool.
    He slid one hand up her back, letting the weight of his arm urge her down against his chest, pushing her breasts against him. Without her stays, her nipples fair pricked his chest. The hot, hard, needy nubbins could drive him wild.
    But they wouldnae. He sucked in a big draft of air, regained control over his renegade cock and smiled. The younger lads might think they knew about lassies. But youth and arrogance couldnae substitute for years of experience, decades of learning about women, their needs and wants, their lovely bodies. And he had the advantage of patience and control.
    He could pleasure a woman all night long. And this night, with danger lurking just a few feet away outside the bars of this cage—their sanctuary—their love would be deeper and sweeter.
    And at dawn he’d fight and kill to save his lady’s life.
    He wasnae sure which would bring him greater pleasure, but both of them together—loving and killing—aroused his deepest passion. The mere thought of tearing apart those who had mistreated his Alice, the desperate hope of his heart and the key to happiness in his life, stirred him down to his deepest, darkest soul. He’d exercise everything he was in the next few hours.
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    Dugald’s kisses were magical, his hands on her knowing and ruthless in their sensual grip. He knew just how to touch her to draw out ecstasy she’d never experienced. Oh, she’d sensed that something more existed, something about being a woman with a man, that she hadn’t known, hadn’t understood. She’d felt it herself, alone in her bed, seen it when she’d watched men and women intimately together, even the Kilburn men with the street whore.
    And now the moment had overtaken her, created not only by the nearness of the lover she wanted but the stark terror of their situation. She wanted to believe that Dugald could rescue them somehow, but didn’t. Couldn’t. Their captors were too savage, too experienced in their depravity. Hadn’t they killed Malcolm immediately? Hadn’t they taken her boots so she couldn’t run, seized her warm clothes so she’d be weakened by the cold?
    And because they’d imprisoned Dugald with her, she reasoned that they knew there was no way out of the trap they’d created.
    But she shunted away all her worries so she could instead focus on the richness of the experience Dugald was giving her, the love she was demanding from him. She supposed she should be ashamed of her body’s writhing, her mouth taking his with lips and teeth and tongue, her hands searching his form, reaching beneath his trews to seize his