hands and sucked in a breath at the friction and the exquisite shot of desire that traveled through her.
She rotated her hips again and heard him groan as his fingers dug into her hips. Katrina couldn’t stop the grin that pulled at her lips. She felt powerful, knowing it was her movement that caused him to feel such pleasure.
After the beautiful experience he’d introduced her to the night before, she wanted to do this for him. To give him the same joy, the same pleasure he had given her. Her own desire spiked, and she moved her hips faster. She heard Sorin whisper her name as his hands moved to cup her breasts. His thumbs stroked her nipples, making them into hard little buds.
Katrina’s head dropped back. She moaned and her sex clenched around him. A low groan tore from his throat and he pinched her nipples. She gasped and moved her hips faster, needing more of him with each heartbeat. He seemed to sense her need and moved his hips in time with hers.
Her desire built rapidly. She could feel herself reaching the pinnacle, knew it was close. And then it hit. She screamed his name as she fell forward and braced her hands on his muscular chest. Her body spasmed around him, her breath locked in her throat. Sorin gripped her hips and thrust deep inside of her. He gave a shout and she felt him spill his seed.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she slowly opened her eyes to see Sorin watching her.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned.
She laughed and leaned over him for a kiss. “I’ll gladly die a little death every time we make love.”
His hands moved over her back, caressing her skin as only a lover could. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”
She laid her head on his chest, careful of his wounds, as he blew out the candle. They had a long journey ahead of them that began at dawn.
* * * *
Sorin checked the saddle on Katrina’s mare once more as she finished her goodbyes to her family. She blinked back tears all morning, but no one could blame her for shedding them now.
He took her hand as she walked to him. “I’m sorry you have to leave them.”
She shook her head and wiped away her tears. “All women must leave their families when they marry.”
Sorin said no more as he lifted her atop the horse. After a brief nod to her father, Sorin mounted and they were off. He wanted to run his horse all the way to the gates of Drahcir he was so excited about returning, but he somehow kept the horse at a walk.
The perfect plan would be to travel during the day in open spaces so the Tnarg couldn’t sneak up on them then bed down at an inn. But Sorin knew they wouldn’t get that lucky. Their journey would take them through deep forests and high into the mountains.
The Tnarg would most certainly attack. Just where, Sorin wished he knew.
Chapter Eight
Katrina was so tired of looking between her mare’s ears that she didn’t even feel the cold anymore. They had been traveling for nearly two weeks with no sign of the Tnarg.
Though Sorin wished they didn’t need her father’s men, he’d been glad to have them in the darkest hours of the night. Katrina herself had been protected. Had the Tnarg attacked, it would have had to go through six men and Sorin before it got to her.
Their horse’s hooves were muffled in the deep snow, and she tried not to feel frightened now that her father’s men had departed.
“I couldn’t chance them finding the way,” Sorin said for the second time.
“I understand,” she said though half of her really didn’t.
Sorin sighed. “I would’ve liked the protection for you.”
“Maybe the Tnarg has given up.”
A snort was her answer. “Doona ever think that, love. It willna give up until Keiran has returned with his mate. Until then, it’ll be after us.”
“Wonderful,” she murmured bleakly. She blinked several times to rid her
She rotated her hips again and heard him groan as his fingers dug into her hips. Katrina couldn’t stop the grin that pulled at her lips. She felt powerful, knowing it was her movement that caused him to feel such pleasure.
After the beautiful experience he’d introduced her to the night before, she wanted to do this for him. To give him the same joy, the same pleasure he had given her. Her own desire spiked, and she moved her hips faster. She heard Sorin whisper her name as his hands moved to cup her breasts. His thumbs stroked her nipples, making them into hard little buds.
Katrina’s head dropped back. She moaned and her sex clenched around him. A low groan tore from his throat and he pinched her nipples. She gasped and moved her hips faster, needing more of him with each heartbeat. He seemed to sense her need and moved his hips in time with hers.
Her desire built rapidly. She could feel herself reaching the pinnacle, knew it was close. And then it hit. She screamed his name as she fell forward and braced her hands on his muscular chest. Her body spasmed around him, her breath locked in her throat. Sorin gripped her hips and thrust deep inside of her. He gave a shout and she felt him spill his seed.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she slowly opened her eyes to see Sorin watching her.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned.
She laughed and leaned over him for a kiss. “I’ll gladly die a little death every time we make love.”
His hands moved over her back, caressing her skin as only a lover could. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”
She laid her head on his chest, careful of his wounds, as he blew out the candle. They had a long journey ahead of them that began at dawn.
* * * *
Sorin checked the saddle on Katrina’s mare once more as she finished her goodbyes to her family. She blinked back tears all morning, but no one could blame her for shedding them now.
He took her hand as she walked to him. “I’m sorry you have to leave them.”
She shook her head and wiped away her tears. “All women must leave their families when they marry.”
Sorin said no more as he lifted her atop the horse. After a brief nod to her father, Sorin mounted and they were off. He wanted to run his horse all the way to the gates of Drahcir he was so excited about returning, but he somehow kept the horse at a walk.
The perfect plan would be to travel during the day in open spaces so the Tnarg couldn’t sneak up on them then bed down at an inn. But Sorin knew they wouldn’t get that lucky. Their journey would take them through deep forests and high into the mountains.
The Tnarg would most certainly attack. Just where, Sorin wished he knew.
Chapter Eight
Katrina was so tired of looking between her mare’s ears that she didn’t even feel the cold anymore. They had been traveling for nearly two weeks with no sign of the Tnarg.
Though Sorin wished they didn’t need her father’s men, he’d been glad to have them in the darkest hours of the night. Katrina herself had been protected. Had the Tnarg attacked, it would have had to go through six men and Sorin before it got to her.
Their horse’s hooves were muffled in the deep snow, and she tried not to feel frightened now that her father’s men had departed.
“I couldn’t chance them finding the way,” Sorin said for the second time.
“I understand,” she said though half of her really didn’t.
Sorin sighed. “I would’ve liked the protection for you.”
“Maybe the Tnarg has given up.”
A snort was her answer. “Doona ever think that, love. It willna give up until Keiran has returned with his mate. Until then, it’ll be after us.”
“Wonderful,” she murmured bleakly. She blinked several times to rid her
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