Page 56 of Ruining a Highland Healer
She blinked up at him in confusion. "Why?"
"Because I willnae be the man who takes yer virtue without givin’ ye his name."
Valora stared up at him, her eyes wide in shock. There Torrin was, ready and eager to claim her, but he refused to do so unless they were married. It was more than she would have expected from many other men—but not from him. He was a man of morals. She had nothing to worry about when it came to him.
But the truth was that she, too, wanted to marry him. She had made up her mind now. It wasn’t just for political reasons. It wasn’t simply to save Clan Gunn or her sister. It was because she was falling for him, and she was falling for him fast.
"Ye think I dinnae want the same?"
His eyes searched hers as if looking for any signs of hesitation, but Valora knew he would find none. There was no hesitation inside her—only certainty, an absolute knowledge that she wanted it more than anything.
She reached for his hand and placed it over her heart. "I want to marry ye. Ye said I had time tae choose," she whispered. "An’ I’ve chosen. I want ye. All o’ this."
There was a moment of silence in which Valora didn’t know what to make of Torrin’s reaction—or lack thereof. But then, his walls seemed to come down all at once, revealing the man behind. Torrin pulled her close, kissed her with everything he had. There was no more restraint. There was no more uncertainty.
"Then I shall have ye," he said. "As a man has a wife."
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
With Valora’s permission, Torrin was stretching over her within seconds, claiming another kiss from her. She sighed into it, melting into the sheets, her hands eagerly reaching for him and pulling him ever closer.
It was as though her body wanted them to be one. She could only go along with her instincts, surrendering to him and to her desires. In return, Torrin was gentle with his touches, his hands roaming over her body and leaving behind a heat that lingered everywhere he touched—the hollow of her throat, her collarbones, her shoulders, the swell of her breasts.
“I am falling in love with ye, Valora” he said, his voice soft, reverend. “An’ even if ye dinnae feel the same way?—”
Valora cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “I dae,” she assured him. “I… I’m falling in love with ye too.”
Hearing her name from his lips sent a thrill down her spine. But hearing that one word, that confession, was more than anything she could have ever imagined. A strange knot formed in her throat, and she couldn’t help but be moved by him, by the way he spoke so sincerely of his love for her.
“Ye dinnae ken how happy that makes me,” said Torrin as he leaned in for a kiss. Valora parted her lips for him, welcoming him in her arms as Torrin settled between her legs. It was then that she noticed for the first time his manhood pressing insistently against her thigh.
Her breath caught in her throat. A part of her was apprehensive, but Torrin’s gentle touch was reassuring, his kisses a promise. Even as he reached between them to take himself in hand, he paused, searching into her eyes.
“Are ye certain this is what ye want?” he asked, checking in with her one more time.
Valora nodded. “Aye,” she said. “Aye, I want this, Torrin. I want ye.”
A soft groan escaped him as he slowly—painfully so—began to push into her. Soon, that groan was joined by a moan of Valora’s own, long and drawn out as he took his sweet time filling her to the brim. By the time their bodies met, Valora was panting as though she had run all the way to the village, the sensations too much to handle.
“Is this alright?” Torrin asked, and once again, Valora nodded. “If ye want me tae stop?—”
“Please dinnae stop,” said Valora around a gasp. She never wanted it to stop. Never before in her life had she felt such pleasure, such all-consuming desire. She couldn’t help but think that if Torrin stopped now, so would her heart. “Keep goin’, please. I want ye.”
A low growl escaped Torrin’s lips as he grabbed Valora’s hips and began to move in earnest. He was still slow, deliberate, making sure that each thrust of his own hips was as gentle as it could be. Soon, Valora was completely lost in the motion of their coupling, in the slow drag of his length against her most sensitive spots, in the soft sighs that tumbled past his parted lips. She couldn’t help but moan in return, her pleasure already overwhelming, almost too much to bear.
“Ye dinnae ken how long I’ve wanted this,” said Torrin, leaning close to press a kiss to her lips, mumbling the words against her mouth. “Ye dinnae ken how many times I’ve thought about this, about ye like this, spread under me, takin’ me inside ye. An’, I could have never imagined it would feel this good.”
Blood rushed to Valora’s face at Torrin’s words, which were as adoring as they were naughty. But even as embarrassment wrapped its hand like a vice around her, so did excitement. Her core throbbed with need, with the desire for more, and she soon found that she loved to hear him speak like that—showing not only his love for her, but his desire, the same need that she nurtured for him.
Dragging his hands up her body, Torrin let his fingers close around the swell of her breasts, her ample flesh spilling through the gaps. His lips parted, his gaze heated and adoring, as though she was the most beautiful thing in the world. It was almost too much, overwhelming in its intensity, and Valora had to look away as it soon proved too much to bear.
But Torrin was quick to reach for her chin, gently pulling her gaze back to him. “Dinnae look away,” he said. “Look at me… look at us both. Look how well ye part fer me.”
As he spoke, his gaze fell to the place where they were joined, where his manhood disappeared again and again inside her. Valora followed that gaze, if only for a moment, before her eyes snapped back to his—her deep blue staring into that stormy gray. All around them, the air was still, silent save for their soft pants and the sounds of their coupling as they writhed against each other. And Valora could allow herself to believe that she could truly have this for the rest of her life—that nothing could come between them now that they had become as one.
With a strong grip on Valora’s hips, Torrin reversed their positions, and she suddenly found herself sitting on his lap, the sudden movement drawing a gasp out of her. Torrin looked up at her, his lips stretching into a devilish grin as he tried to urge her into a slow rhythm with his hands.
“Take what ye want from me,” he told her. “Show me what feels good tae ye.”
