Insolent: The Moray Druids #1 (Highland Historical) by Kerrigan Byrne Read Free Book Online Page B

have frozen him in a block of ice and left him to melt. But the dichotomy of the soft emotions emanating from such a hard man reached past her defenses and touched her gentle soul.
    His heart, wounded and broken and atrophied from disuse, ached with wanting. Her nearness caused him pain—no—fear. She could feel his need to touch, to connect. Could sense the desolate isolation lurking within such a primal creature. It was as unnatural for a Berserker to be alone as it was for any human. Every man lived in fear of rejection. Somehow Morgana could feel that for a Berserker, it was a sentence worse than death, something to be terrified of.
    And this beast, this lethal, predatory killer, who’d slaughtered more than a hundred men in the last twenty four hours was afraid of her. And not her magic.
    In that moment, surrounded by still, calm water and the vibrant colors of a fading day, Morgana surrendered to her impetuous nature. Tilting her head back, she opened her lips with invitation.
    And it was all the beast needed to stake his claim.

Chapter Eight
     
    If Morgana lived through all this, she planned to encase those magical lips of his in bronze and display them as gloriously as she dare on her mantle. Words most men would eschew coalesced in her mind as she and her Berserker savior devoured each other in a kiss that should have set their cool lake aflame. Luscious. Uncomprehendingly sweet. Wet, warm, and seductive. All descriptions she would have pegged as feminine, and yet they applied to this warrior, but only to his unparalleled mouth.
    Theirs was a kiss for the ages. Full of wordless promises and new, untried emotions. Morgana didn’t dare allow herself time to examine them; only let them wash over her like the incoming tide and pull her back toward their depths.
    The hot stroke of his tongue destroyed all resistance. At the animal sound of pleasure he produced in his throat, she forgot all about things like magic, duty, and foreboding prophecies, replacing them with temptation, instinct, and lust. Crashing over her like a storm surge, Morgana couldn’t tell if the genesis for this overwhelming desire was him or her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she wanted was his warm hands on her cool flesh. She wanted to finish what they’d started in that mossy grove in Yorkshire. Now that she’d had a taste of the pleasure his hands could provide, she wanted to experience all of him.
    Most especially that sinful mouth.
    A part of her knew that once he returned to himself, however that was possible, there would be consequences to this wanton behavior. But for now she was in the clutches of the beast, surrounded by her element, and entirely absorbed by the wicked impulses they created together.
    She closed her eyes, focusing all her being on where they connected.
    Their lips.
    His hands, which finally ventured from her shoulders to explore the parts of her submerged in the crystalline water, were rough, yet careful.
    She didn’t dare move, for fear she would break this spell not of her casting, but one woven by a force stronger than she could ever hope to be. Fate? Destiny? She didn’t believe in these things, did she? Though, as his fingertips spread wellsprings of desire wherever they endeavored, she somehow knew this connection was more than magic. More than a mating. Just…more.
    She expected him to drag her against his hard body. To clutch and paw at her in accordance with the desperate surges of primal lust she could feel tearing through him. And, yet again, he surprised her.
    When his hands encountered the ripped dress hanging off her elbows, he finally broke the contact of their mouths as he used the buoyancy of the water to gently relieve her of her soiled garments.
    He didn’t let her sink into the obscuring depths of the lake again. Instead, he lifted her body so she floated on her back, her entire pale, wet length exposed to his demon-black stare.
    The absolute worship she read on his face