it as though it were the real thing. Then without hesitation, Conall directed his cock into her core. Holding her tight, he thrust hard against her. Overcome, both of them cried out as he bucked deeper and deeper into her, driving into the heart of her. With a firm grip, he held her stationary above him while he worked his hips up and down in rapid succession. The delicious sensations were more than she could bear and she whimpered at the impending implosion within her.
“Ah fuck—I love you, Morgan.”
“I love you, Conall.” Clutching the cushions, Morgan gasped and froze, another orgasm taking hold. Blissfully destroyed and reborn in his embrace, she let go and came with him. His body answered hers with his own climax, jolting through him like a bolt of lightning.
His head fell against hers. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispered breathlessly.
They were quiet for a while, content to simply remain there, leaning against each other. The sticky ooze of blood from her lover’s side tickled her and she nearly chuckled. They’d made his injuries worse with their lovemaking. “I’ll get those bandages.”
Once on the other side of the door, she retrieved a bandage from the medicine cabinet. Upon closing it, she stared at herself in the mirror. The first wave of emotion brought with it tears but she stopped when she heard his voice calling. She thought of her sister and how she would never know this miracle, this magic, this love she had for Conall. She realized her life would go on. When Morgan was old and gray, Megan would still be young and beautiful, a bittersweet memory. She would change while the memory of Megan would retain a certain immortality, forever frozen in time.
Morgan dashed the salty drops tracing her cheeks. Too many tears had been shed already. She’d made someone happy and likewise she’d found someone who made her want to live again. Now it was time for life. Now it was time for love.
Possessed by the need to touch Conall, Morgan couldn’t get the door that separated them opened fast enough. And he was there, waiting for her on the other side where he took her firmly into his arms and lowered his face to hers as though they’d been separated by years rather than minutes.
“Oh. And one more thing.” He said with a smile, taking her face in his big, warm hands and gazing into her eyes. “My name is Conall McCade and I was put here to love you.”
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Edited by Raelene Gorlinsky
Cover design by Fiona Jayde
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Electronic book publication May 2013
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“Ah fuck—I love you, Morgan.”
“I love you, Conall.” Clutching the cushions, Morgan gasped and froze, another orgasm taking hold. Blissfully destroyed and reborn in his embrace, she let go and came with him. His body answered hers with his own climax, jolting through him like a bolt of lightning.
His head fell against hers. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispered breathlessly.
They were quiet for a while, content to simply remain there, leaning against each other. The sticky ooze of blood from her lover’s side tickled her and she nearly chuckled. They’d made his injuries worse with their lovemaking. “I’ll get those bandages.”
Once on the other side of the door, she retrieved a bandage from the medicine cabinet. Upon closing it, she stared at herself in the mirror. The first wave of emotion brought with it tears but she stopped when she heard his voice calling. She thought of her sister and how she would never know this miracle, this magic, this love she had for Conall. She realized her life would go on. When Morgan was old and gray, Megan would still be young and beautiful, a bittersweet memory. She would change while the memory of Megan would retain a certain immortality, forever frozen in time.
Morgan dashed the salty drops tracing her cheeks. Too many tears had been shed already. She’d made someone happy and likewise she’d found someone who made her want to live again. Now it was time for life. Now it was time for love.
Possessed by the need to touch Conall, Morgan couldn’t get the door that separated them opened fast enough. And he was there, waiting for her on the other side where he took her firmly into his arms and lowered his face to hers as though they’d been separated by years rather than minutes.
“Oh. And one more thing.” He said with a smile, taking her face in his big, warm hands and gazing into her eyes. “My name is Conall McCade and I was put here to love you.”
Ellora’s Cave Publishing
www.ellorascave.com
Kilting Me Softly
ISBN 9781419942587
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Kilting Me Softly Copyright © 2013 Persephone Jones
Edited by Raelene Gorlinsky
Cover design by Fiona Jayde
Cover photography by Honored Member, Pockgallery, Birgit Urban/Shutterstock.com and RomanceNovelCovers.com
Electronic book publication May 2013
The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502.
Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely
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