Ceana reacted before she could stop herself. She closed the distance between the two of them and put her hand over his mouth to stop him from uttering words that were not true. They did not speak the words of her heart, and she would not have him believe them, not anymore, not when she ached for him.
“There is nay one,” she told him. Ceana had not noticed how close she had been to him until that moment. She was on her knees, within a breathing distance from him. His warm breath, she felt under the palm of her hands, and his dark eyes had stared in hers. There was no room for an apology, for one would have been a lie.
Her body jolted with a familiar tremble when he had taken her hand and pulled it away from his mouth. He pulled her slowly to himself, and she did not fight him. His hand cupped her face in his as he guided her to his lips, and she closed her eyes because she wanted it. Her eyes were closed because it was a dream, a dream that was real.
“I am in love with ye, Ceana.” His raspy words slipped into her ears before her lips had met his. He kissed her, and it had been the best she had ever received. His lips tasted divine, and her whole body embraced the taste of it, expecting the bliss of it.
She leaned into him and kissed him back.I love ye,she tried to say amid the heated passion between the two of them, but she was too distracted. Both were. He wrapped his other arm around her waist, trapping her against himself, and she let him touch her. She cupped his face in both her hands as she kissed him still, relishing the softness of his lips, the taste and the kind lash of his tongue in her mouth.
She felt the heat in her groin before she had felt her wetness. There was no way to hold it back. There was no way to deny herself the love she felt for the man that held her like she was his.
I am yours.
I am yours;she wished she could tell him, but her lust was so overwhelming that she had no time for words. More and more, she felt herself dissolving into the pleasure of him. Her legs buckled under her, and she fell onto him. Torcall fell with her onto the grass and off the cloth.
She had thought to apologize, but he smiled at her. He looked at her with an adoration that no other man had ever. She wanted him so badly that it made her heart ache.
Staring in his eyes, she confessed the words that had been on the tip of her tongue since the moment she had seen him; “I love ye.”
“I thought ye wouldnae say it back,” Torcall said to her.
“I have loved ye for a very long time,” she told him. “And I want ye to be the first man to take me.”
“Are ye certain of this?” He asked her, obviously worried about many things.
“Aye.” Lying on her side, she stared down at him with a confidence that made him smile. He pulled himself up to her, pulling her back down with him as he claimed her lips again, relishing her soft lips gentler this time, for he wanted to take his time and did not wish for the night to end.
Ceana gasped at his touch. Her body reacted to every graze of his hands against her. She wanted them on her flesh and not on her dress. Torcall seemed to read her mind, and gently, he stripped her of her clothing, relishing her beauty as she did.
“Ye are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. His words, every breath, sent trembles down her spine. The cold of the night bit her bare skin, but the heat of his touch more than made up for it.
“Torcall,” she gasped, unable to say any other word but his name.
“Tell me ye love me,” he demanded as his fingers delved into the soft hair of her aching groin, teasing them gently and making her greedy for more of him. She wanted him to slip into her wetness, but he took his time. She wanted him to make her his, but he teased her mercilessly.
“Tell me ye love me,” he demanded, harder this time.
“I—” she felt the first jolt of ecstasy well in her groin “-love-” then it went into her back, arching her towards him “-ye!” She screamed as she felt herself explode in his hands.
Her body was wracked with the force of her orgasm. She clung to him like a dying woman whose only hope was him.
Torcall held onto her against him so hard that he felt her soft, warm breasts against his chest. His groin pressed painfully between her legs, and when she writhed some more, he knew he could wait no longer. He knew he had to take her there.
“Hold onto me,” he whispered in her ears, hoping she could hear his words above the frenzy she was trapped in. Gently, he rolled onto his side, so she could rest on the cloth. Her eyes fluttered open, betrayed by the absence of his warm body against hers.
Torcall smiled. He would make it up to her, his eyes assured her. He pulled her arms away from her breasts, and he plucked at her throbbing nipples with his mouth, sucking until she screamed out in the throes of another orgasm. There was no shame to her outbursts, for she knew none. All that existed there and then were the two of them.
“Torcall—Torcall—” Her lips moaned even without thought. His name was all she knew. His touch was all she felt. His lust consumed her, and she knew she would never want another.
Just before she could peak, he pulled away and buried his head between her thighs. Eagerly, he lapped at her juices, reveling in her moans, as he pushed her closer and closer to another orgasm. Ceana thrashed as she fought to keep her sanity. It was coming again, she knew, the force that shattered her insides into a million pieces, but she could not stop him.
Her hands reached for his head, but she had no control. Her limbs were too weak for her to command; her body was resigned to its fate.
Then with a force of a thousand winds, she came again. This time, it was only his hands that held her still.
Torcall held her until she had come back to herself and then lay atop her, resting his weight on his arms.
He looked into her eyes lovingly; “this might hurt,” he told her sadly.
