Page 66 of Ruining a Highland Healer
She blinked at him in surprise, a surge of hope and love swelling within her. She would love nothing more than to have her sister by her side for the wedding, and the mere thought was enough to lift her spirits, but in the end, she realized there was no chance such a thing could ever happen.
“There’s nay time,” she reminded him. “How could she make it here?”
“We can wait,” Torrin suggested. “I’ll hold the wedding ‘til she arrives. Whatever it takes.”
Emotion surged to her throat, caught there like a held breath. It was a tempting offer and one she couldn’t help but consider. She looked away, toward the sea, and then back again. “Nay,” she said, gently but firmly. “We cannae risk it, nae now. Clan Keith is watchin’. Every day matters.”
“But still,” he said, his voice a gentle murmur, “I would postpone the weddin’, if that’s what ye wanted.”
That was what undid her. Not the offer, but the way he gave it: freely. Like it cost him nothing when in reality, it could cost him everything.
She turned fully, reached for his hand, and held it warm and callused in her own.
Under the stars, their lips met softly, in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Torrin’s hand found her cheek, cradling it tenderly, and ever so slowly, he laid her back against the stone, careful and unhurried. Her shawl slipped away, replaced by the warmth of his body and the wrap of the thick blanket he had brought. The cold night air clung to their skin and made every touch a spark, each caress as heated as a flame.
They moved slowly, in rhythm with the wind and the hush of the distant sea.
The blanket fell loose around her shoulders, revealing the pale line of her throat. The night wind danced across her skin, raising gooseflesh that his hands were eager to soothe. He kissed her again, then again—softer, then deeper—until she was breathless.
“Ye’re so bonnie, Valora,” Torrin whispered, his breath ghosting over her heated skin. “I’ve never seen such beauty afore I saw ye.”
Her cheeks heated with the compliment, her core pulsing with need. She didn’t want to speak—she wanted to act, and so she reached for him, her hand snaking its way past the band of his trews to find his manhood. He was already hard and aching, and when Valora brushed her fingers over his length, she drew a low groan from him, one that he had to muffle against her throat.
Torrin laid her back upon the smooth stone, the blanket beneath cushioning her from the cold. He hovered over her, brushing his lips along her shoulder, her neck, the curve beneath her ear. Every touch made her breath catch, every sigh a thread pulling him deeper.
They removed their clothes slowly, without hurry. When at last there was nothing between them but warmth and skin, they moved together, writhing in each other’s arms.
Torrin’s lips followed a path down her neck, her chest, stopping over the swell of her breasts. The heat of his mouth was a shock on her chilled skin, and Valora had to bite back a cry as his tongue circled her nipple, coaxing more pleasure out of her. He ran his fingers over her breast, down her ribs, the touch so light it was almost ticklish. Valora knew what was coming when those fingers trailed down her stomach, and her back arched in anticipation, only for Torrin to pause right over her mound, right before he could reach the place she wanted to feel him the most.
She couldn’t help but whine in protest, urging a chuckle out of him. “So impatient,” he chided. “Is this what ye want? Dae ye want me tae touch ye?”
Valora nodded breathlessly, the air catching in her throat.
“Say it, then,” he demanded, not unkindly.
Valora blushed furiously at the command. Instead of giving him what he wanted, though, she only tried to arch her body further, hoping he would give her what she wanted.
But Torrin was relentless. He moved his hand higher, refusing her at the very last moment.
“Say it,” he insisted.
“I want ye tae touch me,” she managed through gritted teeth. “Please, Torrin… dinnae tease.”
Immediately, two of his fingers plunged inside her without warning, and Valora gasped, the pleasure sudden and intense, only heightened by the groan Torrin buried in her neck.
“Ye’re so wet fer me,” he told her, and Valora could have sworn she was feverish by then, her embarrassment too great. “Look at me, look how ye ruin me when ye’re like this.”
Valora dared to sneak a glance and saw how Torrin was straining against his trews. The sight of it aroused her more than she had ever thought possible and, in a moment of bravery that she didn’t think she had in her, she reached for him once more, pulling his length out of its constraints and bringing her lips to the tip, taking him in her mouth.
Torrin choked around a moan, his hips stuttering for a moment before he managed to control himself.
“Valora…” he said, his voice strained but quiet, his fingers threading gently through the strands of her hair. The sound of her name was enough to spur her on, and Valora’s inhibitions began to disappear as she pleasured him, taking him deeper in her mouth.
She hummed softly around him, revelling at the silky feel of his flesh on her lips. Torrin never once pushed; he only cradled her head gently, letting her pleasure him as she wished, and she couldn’t help but feel a surge of power course through her at the thought that she was the reason for his arousal.
“Ye dinnae ken what ye dae tae me,” Torrin said as he pulled back from her, much to Valora’s chagrin. “I need ye. I need tae be inside ye, tae feel ye around me.”
Those words excited her as much as they embarrassed her, but Valora had long since come to terms with the fact that if she wanted this, if she craved this pleasure, then she had to be bold. As Torrin lay over her, his hand reaching between them to guide his length to her opening, she looked at him with wide eyes, her gaze heated and full of passion.
