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commanded, stilling his hand with her own. She needed to delay her response until she could help him feel what she was feeling.
    She did not know what their future held, but she understood their destinies were bound together somehow. No man and woman quested and searched for each other the way they had without creating a bond. She wanted the power of that connection now.
    â€œAre you sure?” He spoke with a fierceness that might have unsettled her at any other time. But she understood the source of that fire all too well now.
    â€œYes. Please. I want to touch you and feel everything with you.” She reached for the ties on his braies, knowing she could make him understand immediately once she touched him.
    Would she affect him as powerfully as he affected her?
    The growl low in his throat told her yes. She stroked him lightly, reveling in the fiery heat of the velvety skin.
    â€œI need to be in you now,” he whispered hoarsely, the urgency in his voice assuring her she definitely affected him.
    Gladly, she parted her thighs wider, welcoming him. He nudged her sleek folds and the tension inside her seemed unbearable. She wanted—needed—this completion so much.
    â€œWe must move slowly,” he warned her, his tawny eyes darkening as he held her hips steady.
    â€œNay.” She shook her head, the need for him strong as some unknown fulfillment awaited. “Now.”
    She thrust her hips up in spite of him, and he had no choice but to answer the rocking motion with his own. She knew the wrenching hurt was the tearing of her maidenhead, a sharp pain that she clenched her teeth through, determined to find the pleasure to follow.
    â€œAre you all right?” Cormac held himself very still, but already the hurt faded.
    â€œAye.” She nodded, her nails scraping gently over the heavy muscles of his back. “Please.
    Restraint fell away. He shifted inside her, slowly at first. Once. Twice. Then the rhythm altered, rousing a cry of delight from her. She held fast to him, refusing to be left behind in the groundswell of the coming storm. All the feelings that he’d roused when he touched her returned with a vengeance. Sleek. Sensual. Insistent.
    Her eyes remained heavy-lidded, but she watched him as he moved over her, finding the rhythm that pleased them both. He was a considerate, honorable man with a passion that made her dizzy.
    When the storm of sensation finally tossed her into a tailspin of luscious fulfillment, she clung to him helplessly, her wondrous cries following his shout of completion. Wave after wave of rapture rolled over her, drowning her in unimagined joy. As she sighed her sweet satisfaction into the night, she listened to his heartbeat grow slow and steady.
    They were connected in ways he didn’t realize yet. He’d come to the woods for her for more reasons than he acknowledged. He must have.
    She only wondered how to prove to him they were meant to share more than a stronghold. More than a name. With such a passion flowering between them, they could surely find the greatest prize a man and woman could reap.
    She wouldn’t have given herself to him if she didn’t believe it. And she would never submit to the political marriage he wanted if he did not seek that deeper bond with her. She might have only just returned from her life alone in the woods, but she would rather return to such solitude than live alone beside a man who would never love her.
    As physically sated as she felt right now, her spirit remained restless. So as she watched her hunter-warrior fall into sleep, she considered how to ensure she had a path back to her old life, just in case the new one did not yield the love she hoped for.

Chapter 5
    Cormac heard her stirring before dawn.
    She moved quietly about his bedchamber, her steps quick and light as the woodland dweller she’d become over the last year. He had fully expected her to try and escape him, but he had not anticipated it