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At the same time, his hand skirted the flatness of her stomach, and pulling her legs apart, he slipped his fingers between her thighs. At feeling her soft slickness, his stomach clenched, his manhood hardened, and he let out a long, low groan.

“Och, Katherine. I will never tire of feeling ye being so ready fer me.”

Gently, he teased her, dancing his fingertips across the soft folds of her most sensitive parts.

“Please, Domhnall,” she panted, her hands lightly pushing at his shoulders as her hips writhed against his touch.

“Ye want me tae dae it again?” he said, knowing she knew exactly what he meant.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”

“Are ye aching fer me touch?” he purred teasingly, his fingers finding her tiny flower bud.

“I am,” she moaned.

“Like this?” He stroked her so softly and gently, he was barely touching her at all.

“More, please Domhnall. More.”

Hearing the frustration mixed with desire in her voice, Domhnall could tease her no more, and instead, pressed his fingers a little more, moving them gently back and forth.

“Yes. Oh, God, yes,” she cried.

“Och, aye. Right there,” he said, knowing he now had the perfect spot.

His fingers continued to work against her, while her hands grabbed at his shoulders, her body writhed, and her breath entered her body at great speed. His teasing had heightened her senses, and he could feel her tensing already.

She was going to shatter for him far more quickly this time, and sensing how ready she was, he dropped his tongue back onto her nipple. His fingers and tongue now working in tandem on the most sensitive parts of her.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried, her entire body trembling.

Her moans only made his groin ache, and his manhood was now rock hard. In fact, the more she moaned, the more he struggled to contain himself.

As he brought her closer to the edge, Katherine could not help but cry out.

“Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

His groin ached so much, he thought he might explode himself, but holding back with all the strength he could muster, he felt great delight when Katherine suddenly shrieked, and her entire body spasmed.

But he could not wait a second longer, and moving swiftly on top of her, he glided into her tight, slick space, roughly thrusting back and forth. With her head thrown back, she continued to cry out with pleasure, but feeling himself building to a peak, he suddenly felt the rush of euphoria through his groin, and roaring, he emptied himself inside of her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Katherine had left the study an hour after Domhnall had made sweet, beautiful love to her. Still reeling from the sensations, she had made her way to her bedchamber. If nothing else, she needed time to herself.

She had imagined he had wanted to discuss something about the wedding when he had taken her there earlier. In fact, before he had approached, she had been on the cusp of blurting out the dreadful plan Reginald had for him and his whole family. But that had never happened.

For the previous hour, however, Katherine had paced back and forth, wondering how she was possibly supposed to tell him the truth. Of course, she was worried for his safety, but selfishly, she was also worried about her heart.

Throwing her cloak on, and with her mind still a muddled mess, she headed out into the gardens. Yes, it was bitterly cold, but maybe that was exactly what she needed. Some clean, freezing cold fresh air to give her some perspective.

Stepping out onto the snow-covered ground, Katherine wandered far away from the castle. She needed to be entirely alone, somewhere she would not be disturbed. This was the most difficult decision she had ever had to make in her life, and with so much riding on it, she needed it to be the right one.

As it happened, the cold did little to help her. Her mind tortured her with what was right and true, but her heart battled with the overwhelming love she had for the laird.

If you tell him, he will disown you. He will never look at you again, never mind love you.

Her mind, logical and critical as always, came back with a reply of its own.