Please, God, she begged inaudibly.
He grasped her by the shoulders, raised himself on his elbows and peered into her eyes.
Lowering himself back down to her neck, he suckled the lavender smelling flesh and bit her playfully. Sensation sprang from her womanhood and she at once realized he was inside her. Only an inch or two, but enough to know he was there. Startled, she clenched her legs and straightened her back. He was enormous. There is no possible way that he could…
He bit her again and he clamped down hard this time, teeth unyielding. She was completely impaled, she thought, but evident by the fact she didn’t feel his bullocks, she was almost certain there was more. Saint Brigid, she swore to herself.
Darina, relax.
He released his teeth from her neck, and rose higher on his elbows, gripping her head tenderly. Uttering the now familiar otherworldly lyrics, he soothed her with his canter and reached down with his right hand to stroke her breast tenderly.
He bade her to meet his eyes and she relented, as he rested his forehead on hers. Gently, he pushed forward, just a smidgeon and her body involuntarily reacted. Her feminine walls retracted and then contracted against his lengthy rod and then squeezed tightly.
He groaned and pulled out before pushing back in, all the way in this time with a slow, solid movement. Sliding effortless into her depths and then resting himself, buried to the hilt, he stopped to examine her face.
Tears spilled over their damn and she quivered beneath him.
Have I hurt ye, lass?
Darina shook her head from side-to-side and reached up to cradle his chin with her hand. “Patrick,” she said softly, “take me, please.”
As if in a trance, Patrick’s fluid motions overtook them both. Rocking in unison, their passion spiraled until the night sky exploded above them, spilling silver-lighted fireworks to grace their sanctuary. Convulsing with aftershocks of ecstasy, Darina lay her head on his chest, tenderly tracing the outline of the triquetra on Patrick’s sweat drenched chest.
“Mine,” she whispered into the night.
“Mine,” he replied. “Mine.”
About the Author
Of Irish and English descent, Romance Author Delaney Rhodes is a native Texan from birth. She is a Graduate with double Majors from The University of Houston, in Law and Writing. She has two teenage daughters, and is married to an entrepreneurial husband. Three of her favorite people are her three rescued Russian Blue cats; Sebastian, Sasha, and Sissy. The family would not be complete without “13″, an adopted Bearded Dragon.
Together they live life at a fast pace, enjoying each other and striving to help the world become a better place. Besides her writing and family, Ms. Rhodes is active in many charitable organizations that benefit animals and children, both through volunteering and fundraising.
Ms. Rhodes’ writing was prompted and inspired by many hours of research and study into her Irish and Celtic family lineage and heritage. Many of the stories you will find in the chapters of her writings were birthed while striving to connect with those that had walked these paths and lived before her.
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BY DELANEY RHODES
Celtic Steel Series
Book 1: Celtic Storms, February 2012
Book 2: Celtic Shores, May 2012
Book 3: Celtic Skies, June 2012
Book 4: Celtic Stars, August 2012
Book 5: Celtic Sun, October 2012
Celtic Skies
Celtic Steel, Book 3
Flynn Montgomery has just taken a new commission as the chieftan of the O’Malley clan troops in Western Ireland. His cousin, Patrick MacCahan-O’Malley, is the new Laird of the O’Malley clan; and they are expanding their shipping enterprise across the seas. Flynn is needed in O’Malley territory to lead the clan’s defense and military operations.
O’Malley lands are far from his home in the Shiant Islands of Scotland. A highlander by descent, Flynn is well respected among his people but unknown to the Irish clan he is bid to serve. Will the O’Malley clan grow to accept him as one their own?
Is someone stealing the MacCahan and O’Malley clan ships? The O’Malley Laird, his brother Payton, and Ruarc O’Connell, the former chieftan, must investigate the strange disappearance of three vessels and ensure the clan’s safety during their absence. Are there pirates on the sea, or could this be the work of a much darker force?
Dervilla O’Malley has watched as her sister and friends have found love. Are the goddesses ignoring her? Is she destined to remain alone as most of the women of O’Malley territory; or will her knowledge of clan maps and nautical charts introduce her to a life she never imagined?
Warning: This book contains adult subject matter and adult material not suitable for children. It may contain any or all of the following: explicit sexual contact, graphic language, occult references, and violence and adult subjects.
Any similarities contained herein between fictional characters and actual events are merely coincidental and represent the imagination of the writer and are used for entertainment purposes only.
Celtic Shores, Book 2 in the Celtic Steel Series
Copyright © 2012 by Delaney Rhodes
DR Publishing
eBook ISBN: 9780985332600
Paperback ISBN: 0985332603
Cover Design by Kim Killion
Edited by Bev Harrison
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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