My cunny flooded with desire, and I squirmed in his hold, even as the horse carried us away from the village.
“I—”
My voice cracked, and I tried to inhale.
“I could fight you.”
“Ye could.”
With a nudge, he spread my thighs slightly and his hand pushed my skirts against my wetness.
“But ye willnae. Yelikethe idea of giving me control occasionally, love. Dinnae deny it. Ye want this. Ye want me.”
God help me, I did.
I groaned and dug my forehead against the horse’s side as Vrogul continued to caress me through my gown.
His touch was casual, but then he began to tell me what he had in mind for me.
“As yer captor, I could do aught I wanted with yer body. Throw ye down, fook yer mouth, plow yer body, give ye to my men.”
‘Twas what I had feared, all those weeks ago, but when he said it now, it made me breathless with need.
“But I am chief, and I want ye all to myself. I’ll take ye someplace private and worship yer body the way it ought to be.”
I lifted my head.
“Worship?” I repeated weakly.
His thick finger pressed into my core.
“Worship, dkaar.”
“Wha—what does that mean?” I was trying desperately to ignore the arousal coursing through my veins, trying to be as casual as he was about it. “Dkaar. You have said it afore.”
Vrogul answered without hesitation.
“Beloved.”
He cupped me possessively.
“Ye’re mine, Rowena. My beloved.”
Oh.
Before I could respond or even process what he’d said, the horse stopped and Vrogul swung from the saddle, taking me with him. He slapped the animal’s rump, sending him back toward the village, then lifted me in his arms.
I grabbed onto his kilt.
“Where are we going?”
He didn’t answer, but instead stared straight ahead.
I would have asked again except we crested a hill, stepped around a pile of boulders—and I sucked in my breath in awe.
We stood at the top of a cliff, the sea stretching out infinitely in all directions, with only a distant island on the horizon. Straight ahead, the sun was sinking toward the water, the red and orange reflection peeking through the ever-present clouds. The constant Islay wind battered us and I was glad for Vrogul’s anchor.
‘Twas the single most magnificent thing I’d ever seen.
