“You’ve never tried to even touch their minds to see, just once?” Such compassion shone in his gaze.
“Nay, to begin with I was too young and couldnae cross the distance, my skill too weak, then as the years passed, I feared the pain and heartache if I did since there was naught I could do to return to them. I certainly cannae reach them from here. The distance is too great.” Such love for her parents filled her heart. “I’ll never forget Mama’s smile and her big blue eyes, as well as Papa’s immense love for her, the way he always stole a kiss from Mama afore he walked out of the house. I’ve kept them in my heart all these years, just as I know they’ve kept me in theirs.”
“They love you, will understand why you’ve remained quiet all this time. You sought only to ensure their protection, a most admirable trait.” He palmed the back of her head, drew her closer, his gaze burning a smoldering golden hue. “As I shall now ensure their protection and yours. Afore I ride out, we need to consummate our vows. Are you ready?”
“More than ready.”
Chapter 5
All Ronan had ever desired since the moment he’d walked into Kyla’s chamber and found her anxiously awaiting him, was to speak vows with her then make ravenous love until they’d exhausted each other. “I want to remove your shift. Is that permissible?” He traced over the beaded tips of her nipples poking through the thin white fabric, the glow from the fire behind her outlining every inch of her womanly curves.
“Very, provided you also remove your kilt.” Sitting over top of him, she wriggled and her saucy move made his already hard cock harden further.
“Ladies first.” He needed to learn her body, every delectable plane and heavenly contour before she ever touched him. “Arms up.”
“As you wish.” She raised her hands and her full breasts rose.
He’d been waiting an entire lifetime for this moment, to have his chosen one as his wife and he gripped her hem, lifted it over her spread legs and exposed her womanhood. His throat went dry. Luscious golden curls sat at her juncture and he touched one finger to her mound as he lifted his gaze back to hers. “You’re about to be mine.”
“I’ve always been yours.” She swayed and sighed. “Touch me, all of me.”
“I dinnae intend to leave one inch of you untouched, either by my hands or my tongue. Consider that fair warning.” His chosen one was all he’d ever hoped for in a mate. She was feisty and determined, prepared to do all she could for her closest kin. Aye, she was his match in every way and now he had her behind a locked door and all to himself, he intended to love her exactly as he desired. No more waiting. He peeled her shift higher, over her flat belly until the undersides of her bountiful breasts became exposed. He groaned as a fiery burn blazed at the base of his spine.
“You are taking far too long in undressing me.” She snuck the hem from his fingers, swept her shift over her head and tossed it aside.
“Hell, you’re so beautiful.” He could barely breathe at the sight of her body fully uncovered for him. Her decadently creamy skin beckoned and he trailed his fingers down between the valley of her breasts until she arched and thrust her breasts out farther. Accepting all she offered, he cupped the exquisite fullness, weighed both mounds in his hands then eased them together and swiped his thumbs over the beaded tips. Elbows shoved underneath him, he lifted up a little and licked one tempting nipple.
“More,” she whimpered, her eyelids fluttering closed.
“Aye, more.” He flipped her onto her back and she squealed at his fast move. “Stay still, my bride, because I intend to consume you.”
“Oh goodness.” Her breathing came harder, the desire in her blue eyes blazing bright.
“I promise I’ll take the utmost care.” Everything about her called to him, from her breasts tipped with rosy nipples all puckered and straining toward him, to the long curve of her creamy flesh on display and the delicate lines of her face. In this moment, she’d given him her complete trust and he never intended on breaking it, not now, not ever.
On his knees between her legs, he swept his hands down her body, over her flat belly and across her hips which would cradle his to sheer perfection when they joined together. Such sweetly curved thighs, beguiling calves and dainty toes. His bride’s body was one to worship and adore. He leaned in, rubbed his cheek over the satiny soft skin of her midriff, her alluring fragrance, all woman with a touch of vanilla, swirling about him. He wriggled lower, nuzzled the thatch of golden curls covering her mound then licked along each indented line of her groin.
“Ronan?” Eyes closed, she fisted the bedcovers either side of her and arched her back.
“Aye.” He slid his fingers over her lower folds. “Do you wish for this kind of touch?”