His lips molded to hers with heat. His tongue plunged softly inside and moved over hers in a dance as ancient as time.
She never wanted to leave his arms again. His kiss sparked this flame inside her that burned all day and night.
“Has anyone seen Morgann?” she asked, knowing this would make them forget their desires.
“No. He may have gone through the woods.”
“Oh, Galeren,” she brought her hands to his chest. “He knew they were dangerous, did he not? Do you think he would be so foolish? I hope not.”
“He knew I could be deadly and that didna stop him from betrayin’ us.”
“But did he?” she put to him. “You and Mac have told me everything he said. He never told my uncle anything you or the others may or may not have said. And he claims he tried to talk the others out of killing me.”
“He was there when they shot at ye,” he brooded now. “He should have fought them.”
“Why? I have not been his friend for years. He has no allegiance to me. I barely know him.”
“Ye were in my care,” he said in a low voice.
She smiled softly at him. “So, ’tisyouhe betrayed.”
He looked heavenward and let out a long breath.
“I am not telling you to forget what he did, but I know there is room in your good heart for forgiveness.”
“Good heart?” He laughed and shook his head. “My heart isna always good, lass. As a matter of fact, when I fight and kill, I would say my heart goes black.”
She smiled as they walked back to the manor house. “We will work on that.”
“Anythin’” he promised her. “I will do anythin’ fer ye.”
She wanted to leap into his arms and let him carry her to her rooms. She would not invite him into the rooms and tempt him further.
“Until I see ye tomorrow?”
Perhaps it was best if they didn’t see each other. How could she tell him it was for his own good? How could she tell him anything when he brought her hand to his lips for a kiss?
“Until tomorrow, my love,” she whispered.
Was he going to kiss her? She’d prayed about it. She’d asked the Lord to let him kiss her again. It was so wonderful and thrilling.
He looked into her eyes. “I love ye, Silene. Pray fer the time that is left to go by quickly.”
She giggled. The next thing she knew, she was crushed in his embrace. His hand was under her nape and the other held her up.
When he kissed her, everything seemed to lose its light. None of it was important. All she needed was him.
He ran his tongue over her and pulled at her lower lip with his teeth.
She wanted to know where he learned such things and what else he knew about what to do with his tongue.
He kissed her softly and with rigid control. She had to call on all her defenses to break away from him. She did and turned for her door.
Inside, she shut the door and had a fleeting thought to go find Father Timothy and confess these wanton thoughts to him. Elysande’s advice was to wed Galeren. She would if she could! Perhaps confessing to the priest was what she needed. These feelings certainly did feel sinful. Elysande said it felt sinful because it felt so good. Why did Silene think she had five babes and one on the way if it wasn’t pleasant? Elysande had asked. Silene could now understand why. And this, just from kissing!
She looked at the large, masculine chair and her purple gown draped over it. She would wear it when she wed Galeren. She closed her eyes and prayed for the days to be quick.
When she opened them again, she looked around Lucan’s room. She didn’t know what Galeren’s room looked like, but Lucan’s room was very warm and comfortable. She should stay here for the two days—away from the temptation of him.