“Quinn,” she moaned.
“I’m going to have you, Marcail.”
Her fingers slid into his hair and pulled his head back down to hers. “Aye, you are.”
Holy Hell, she stirred his blood.
Quinn released her breasts and tugged her skirts up until they were bunched in his hands. Marcail took over from there and hastily removed her clothing.
He knelt down in front of her and kissed her bare stomach while his hands removed her shoes and woolen stockings. Her legs were lithe and her skin smooth to the touch. He kissed each knee before he stood and pulled her into his arms.
“I’m without clothes,” she said.
Quinn grinned. “I can see that.”
“You aren’t.”
“Hmm,” he said against her neck. “That’s because if I remove my boots and breeches, I willna stop to do this.”
She whispered his name when he bent and closed his mouth around one pert nipple. Quinn smiled against the creamy smoothness of her breast and suckled harder.
He wrapped an arm around her to keep her upright when she sagged against him. Her breathing was ragged, and her moans music to his ears.
But he wasn’t nearly done with her.
Quinn spread her gown and his tunic out as best he could with his foot before he lifted Marcail in his arms and laid her on the clothes. It wasn’t a bed, but it was the closest thing he had.
Marcail smiled at him, her half-closed eyes watching his every movement. Quinn knew he should wait to remove his clothes, but he wanted to feel his skin against her. Without another thought, he pulled off his boots and jerked out of his breeches.
“Oh,” Marcail murmured and sat up on her forearm. “You’re…stunning, Quinn.”
“Nay, my Druid. You are the one that is stunning.” He knelt at her feet and crawled over her. “You have skin softer than silk and eyes more exotic than any treasure on earth. You,” he licked her navel, “make me,” he nipped her breast, “burn.”
Her arms wrapped around his neck. “I’ve been burning too, Quinn. Don’t make me wait. Please.”
There was so much he wanted to do to her, but he felt her need and it matched his own. Hungry. Yearning. Aching.
As soon as his body touched hers, he was lost. He had loved holding her before, but skin to skin, he craved to get closer to her.
Quinn claimed her lips again because he couldn’t get enough of her taste. How he had gone three hundred years without kissing was beyond him, but he knew as long as Marcail was near him, he would kiss her at least once an hour.
He groaned when her hands roamed over his back to his buttocks. She squeezed and raised her hips to grind into his already aching rod.
The feel of her wet heat against him shredded the last bit of control. With just a shift of his hips, the head of his shaft slid against her sex.
He had felt the heated folds of her sex, knew how sensitive she was. Quinn rotated his hips so that his cock circled her clitoris. Marcail groaned his name as she arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Quinn wanted to tease her body more, but the need to feel her slick heat surrounding him won out. He shifted his hand between them and guided his cock to her entrance.
He paused before he pushed inside her. He wanted Marcail with an intensity that frightened him, but more than that, he wanted her to want him as well.
“Quinn?”
“I want you,” he said. “I want you desperately, but—”
She placed a finger over his lips. “No one,
It was all the answer he needed. Quinn clenched his teeth together when her wet heat surrounded him and he eased his way into her sex. She was so tight, so hot that he shook with need. He tried to be gentle, but his desire — and his god — pushed him for more.
Quinn thrust once, seating himself to the hilt. Marcail’s nails dug in his back, her breath hitching. He glanced down at her to find her eyes closed, her head thrown back, and her mouth parted in bliss.
He kissed her neck and began to move within her, slowly at first and then gradually increasing his tempo. The friction of his shaft in her nearly made him spill his seed right then. It was only the way her body began to move with his that kept him from giving in to the climax.
Quinn felt her stiffen and knew Marcail was close to peaking. He bent his head and fastened his lips around her nipple. He laved and suckled the tiny nub until she was trembling. And then he bit down gently.
He watched, amazed, as she shattered in his arms. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. He continued to move, prolonging her orgasm. When the last tremor ran through her body, his climax burst from him.
With his face buried in Marcail’s neck, Quinn experienced the most glorious, most moving orgasm of his very long life.
Marcail didn’t want to move. She loved the feel of Quinn on top of her, but more than that, she loved the feel of him inside her.
The few times she and Rory had mated, it had been quick and, though not painful, it hadn’t been pleasant either. But those memories shouldn’t mar what had just taken place.
“Are you all right?” Quinn asked.
Marcail nodded and let her feet run over his tight buttocks and firm legs to his calves. She couldn’t get enough of touching him. The way his muscles moved and bunched beneath her hands was mesmerizing.
And his body. She sighed. He was so gloriously beautiful that she couldn’t look her fill enough. Not only was he finely sculpted with muscles across his shoulders and arms, but also down his chest, which narrowed to his waist and firm bottom and legs. He was perfection in every way.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She heard the worry in his voice and gave him a quick kiss. “Nay, Quinn MacLeod, you did not. The one thing you did do was pleasure me so well I don’t think I can move.”
He chuckled. “Is that so?”
“It is. Tell me something.”
“Anything.”
“What just happened between us? Is it normal?”
He hesitated for a moment, and Marcail was afraid he either wouldn’t answer, or she wouldn’t like what he had to say.
“Nay, it isna normal. A man will usually always experience pleasure, but not a woman. For a woman to peak, a man must stimulate her.”
Just as she thought. Rory hadn’t cared enough about her to give her any pleasure. “Then I’m glad to share this with you.”
“Aye, Marcail. I agree.”
He pulled out of her and rolled to his back before he tucked her against his side. She enjoyed resting her head on his shoulder. It was an intimacy she had never had before, and one that she wouldn’t be able to live without now.
If it weren’t for his fingers caressing her back she would have thought he was asleep by how quiet he was. She was not known for her patience, and even though she told herself it was none of her business, she wanted to know where his thoughts were.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
He blew out a breath. “My clan and the day they all died.”
Marcail put her hand over his heart, wishing her magic would work instantly so she could take away his pain. “Time has not dulled that day, has it?”
