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21 " Then he dropped to his knees. “What are you doing?” she gasped, reaching for him, meaning to pull him back against her. “Doona touch me, lass,” he commanded, sliding his hands up beneath her dress, his calluses rasping against the silk of her stockings with a delightfully wicked sensation. “I’ll not be able to stop myself from taking ye.” Her brows drew together in bemused consternation. “But I told you that you could take me.” She was almost panting now, as though she’d run a great length. “Aye.” He chuckled, his clever fingers stopping to toy with a garter, effectively rendering her witless. “I give before I take, lass. It’ll always be thus. "
― Kerrigan Byrne , The Highlander (Victorian Rebels, #3)
22 " And they say Highlanders aren’t romantic.” “Who needs poetry or diamonds and gems?” He flashed his teeth in a fierce smile. “I find the most precious stones a man can offer are the ones cut from yer enemy while he’s on his knees screaming for death. "
23 " She’s been mistreated and she knows I’m a violent man. She’s terrified of me…” “And yet?” Mary prompted. “She yelled at me,” he said incredulously. “It’s been decades since anyone dared … she told me I couldna issue her orders, and that she was a woman with free and independent will. She called me an overbearing brute.” “Oh, Lord.” She hid a laughing smile behind her fan. “What did ye say to that?” “I kissed her. And she kissed me back. "
