Mist Warrior (38 page)

Fire roared through Branan as Catriona’s
lips parted and he swept his tongue across hers, exploring her mouth wondrous abando kndriona’s
ed him. Branan’s
desire threatened to rage out of control
,
but he knew he had to move slowly, to counter each of her doubts with love and passion, to firmly put her fears away from her one at a time. Only then wou
ld he truly be able to touch Catriona’s
heart.

Slowly
,
her hands slid up his chest, then languorously over his back. He pulled away enough to haul his tunic off and quickl
y returned to kiss her again. Branan
shivered as he felt her firm breasts against him through her thin chemise. He desperately wanted to rid
Catriona
of the flimsy garment that only got in his way
,
but feare
d moving too quickly for her. Branan
slid his hand under its hem, caressing the soft silk of her leg. Lightly
,
he traced his mouth down her throat, pleased at the breathy sigh that escaped her and how she lifted her head to give him free access.

Catriona’s
fingers continued to move over his chest, brushing his flat nipple and caressing each cut and curve of muscle. Despite his best intentions to move slowly,
Branan
discovered he couldn't stand having anything between him and her bare sk
in. He backed away
from the bed, standing,
and tugged her chemise
over her head. His
breath caught as he gazed at Catriona’s
beauty, her naked body on his bed before him, her red-gold hair fanned out around her. Her lashes
lowered, her eyes dark and smoky
with desire, her gaze wandered over him in blatant lust. The golden light of the hearth fire and the candles danced and shimmered over her skin. He quickly shucked the rest of his clothing. Her gaze fell on his swollen cock standing upright and her eyes widened.

“
Nay,
”
Branan
said
,
before fear could replace her passion. He took
Catriona’s
hand and guided her to stroke him. His groan rumbled low and savage as she fondled him. Her hand moved timidly at first
,
but her confidence grew and she sat up.
“
Aye, Catriona,
”
he said, his voice so hoarse
,
he barely recognized it as his own.
“
Explore my body as it pleases ye.
”

Suddenly
,
her mouth closed on his cock an
d she powerfully drew on him. Branan
threw his head back
,
strangling on a cry as shock and pleasure roared through him and his vision exploded with color. He nearly spilled his seed with the glory of her heated mouth suckling him. His hands touched
Catriona’s
head, his fingers weaving through the soft wealth of her hair. His body moved on its own, thrusting his hips forward, his fingers tightened in her hair. Damnation, never in his life had he experienced such glory.
Branan’s
lust grew to a fever pitch and he realized
,
if he didn't pull away from her
,
he would spill his seed in her mouth and be finished in moments
,
but Branan
could not move, never wanting the glory to stop. Somehow
,
he found the strength to
back
away
,
only to return and bear her down the bed. His mouth ravished hers, his right had found her breast and he pushed his right leg between her thighs, pressing against her mound of curls. He felt her damp heat, her femininity slick with desire.

Branan feared he would hurt Catriona
when he breached her maidenhead
,
but her mouth on his cock had rendered him nothing more than a rutting beast. He had to be inside her, he had to bury himself, there was no way he could stop now.
“
God be merciful,
”
he growled.

Catriona grew more aggressive.
Branan’s
heart took wing as she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him forcefully, this time her tongue teased his lips, requesting entrance. kng mond">He delightedly acceded to her request, startled as she took full advantage of it.
Catriona
arched her back slightly, pressing herself more firmly against him.

He trailed soft kisses down her neck and then her shoulder and moved away slightly.
Branan’s
breath caught at the wonderful sight before him. Slowly, reverently, he kissed her soft breast.

She gasped as he ge
ntly drew it into his mouth. Catriona
pushed herself up a bit more on her elbows and Branan risked a glance up at her. Her head was back, her eyes squeezed shut, and her lips parted as she fought to catch her breath. His lips and tongue teased the delicate bud in his mouth, he lightly brushed his teeth over the sensitive skin, the he drew on her powerfully.

“
Oh!
”
she breathed startled
,
b
ut did not try to pull away, Catriona
simply froze under him, her only movement was the uncontrollable quivering of her body.

Branan moved to her other breast and repeated his actions. This time when he drew on her, her body nearly convulsed.

He continue to feast himself on her body, his hands sliding downward.
Branan
reveled in the feel of
Catriona’s
soft skin and her elegant curves. He inhaled deeply the heady scent of her femininity which seemed to grow stronger with each moment.
Branan
felt a light sheen of sweat on her skin which fueled the searing fire burning in his loins. He released her breast and again wrapped his arms around her nuzzling her ear. He slid his fingers down to toy with t
he thick curls of her mound. Catriona
squeezed her eyes shut and subtly moved her hips toward his hand.

Branan
sat back slightly, unable to resist a smile of very masculine satisfaction and firmly stroked her slick, hard nub.

She gasped her eyes flying open
,
not in fear
,
but in surprise and wonder. He leaned forward a fraction.
“
Let yerself feel, lassie, give yerself to the pleasure
. O
ffer yerself to me and I shall love ye like a goddess.
”

Catriona
moaned
in response
, a breathy feminine gasp, her body
instinctively opened to him. Branan
simply savor
ed
the sight of her. The lust within him bordered on agony, his body demanding release
,
but he stayed his course with a savage resolve.

He stroked and caressed her, listening to her soft moans of pleasure. He moved his thumb over the hard, swollen nub, and carefully thrust his finger inside her.

She cried out, her hands reaching up and clutching the pillows, she lifted her hips, her body trembling. A second finger followed the first. Branan caressed her walls, gently stretching and molding, trying to prepare her body as much as he could. Saints have mercy
,
but she was gloriously tight, her body slick and heated. She moaned again, her control crumbling. Her fingers threatened to impale the pillows as her body writhed in response to his touch.
Catriona
murmured his name, her breath coming in tortured gasps.

Branan summoned every ounce of resolve he had left. He felt a tremor move deep within her. He stroked himself with his free hand, feeling moisture bead on the top of his cock.
Not yet, not yet.
He fondled her, he tortured her, he brought her to the edge and left her suspended. Before he could question the wisdom of his actions, he placed himself between her legs and with one quick, deep thrust
,
he tore her maidenhead asunder.

In the instant of
Catriona’s
pain,
Branan’s
thumb pressed hard on her slick nub and her climax possessed her. She cried out in pure agony at the same moment her body became a
slave to her own pleasure. Catriona
screamed his name as he buried himself hard and retreated only to thrust again
. Branan’s control shattered and he pushed
deeper
and
harder. He prayed she would forgive him
,
but he couldn't stop himself, his need was primal a force so deep
,
he could no longer deny
it
.
Catriona’ k">C+0" fs
body
tightened around him as the waves of her fulfillment rocked through her.

Her hands reached for him, her legs wrapped around him, her orgasm eased and he suddenly re
alized she didn't want it to. Branan
pushed hard again and shuddered in glory as the tip of his cock
crested the deepest part of Catriona’s
body. He could go no further and instead ground his hips against her, his hands pulling her against him.
Branan
watched in amazement as
Catriona
cried his name and her orgasm struck a second time, a violent tempest
of
glorious pleasure
,
her body convulsed around him and demanded his seed. It rip
ped from the deepest part of being
and he threw himself after her, calling her name and following her over the edge.

****

Branan awoke slowly, the hazy dawn in the room melting into clarity. It all seemed like a dream
,
but feeling Catriona curled in his arms with her head on his chest made everything wonderfully and powerfully real. An emotion rose within him, terrifying in its intensity. Was this love? He suddenly felt as helpless as he had as a child. As if he rushed headlong into something he could not hope to control and it was more dangerous than his destiny. His arms tightened around
Catriona and he rubbed his chee
k against the top of her head.

There was one thing he could not deny.

The awful blackness within Branan
eased, replaced by a peace he had never experienced. He marveled at the change, that he had found the answers not in battle
,
but in Catriona's arms.

Catriona stirred, sliding her hand languorously across his chest, then muttered something under her breath.

“
Good morrow to ye too,
”
he said with a grin.