Page 2 of The Warrior’s Forbidden Virgin

An unexpected laugh escaped him. “It would be a mortal sin to take our own lives.”

“They’ve been ruined anyhow,” Katherine muttered. She started to pull her hand away, but his fingers couldn’t quite let her go.

Palm to palm, skin to skin, he grasped her other hand. And Katherine looked up to meet his gaze.

She was going to let go of his hands. At any moment now.

The Norman knight who stood before her was exceptionally tall, with blond hair and a tightly honed form. Katherine wondered what in the name of Heaven she was doing with Sir Ademar. She barely knew him, though they had spent the better part of a fortnight in each other’s company. He was one of several suitors who had come to ask for her hand in marriage.

But he wasn’t the man she’d wanted.

Oh, Sir Ademar was a kind enough person. He rarely spoke, and he was by far one of the most skilled fighters. If she hadn’t let herself be so caught up by Ewan MacEgan, she might have considered him.

Just the thought of Ewan made her want to strike her fist against the stone wall. He’d apologized, saying that he’d wronged her. He’d told her that he’d never meant to fall in love with Honora.

Her sister was a woman unafraid of anything. Fearless with a sword, Honora could fight against any man and win. Katherine had envied her strength.

Silently, she wished that she weren’t the good sister. What had that gotten her but a broken heart? Bitterness bled through her veins like acid.

Only last night, she’d seen her sister and Ewan embracing each other. Touching one another as though nothing else in the world existed. Certainly not her.

Katherine didn’t care that it was raining and her entire body was frigid with cold. Never before had she been so furious, so intent on striking out at the two people closest to her. She wanted to punish both Ewan and Honora, to do something wicked. To hurt them the way she was hurting inside.

Without thinking, she tore her hands from Ademar’s grip. She took his face, pulling him down into her kiss. His mouth was warm and wet, something she hadn’t expected. She tasted the wine of his breath, mingled with rain. Her skin warmed immediately, while something forbidden awakened within her.

Ademar kissed her back, dragging her against his hard body. It didn’t seem to matter that their clothes were soaked, that he was hardly more than a stranger. A rush of longing roared inside her, as if her body craved his touch.

Was this what it felt like to betray someone? Wanton and hot?

He broke free, and her cheeks burned scarlet. What in the name of all that was holy had she done?

“I’m sorry,” she managed to say. “I was angry for what happened today.” Tears thickened the back of her throat, for she wasn’t at all sorry about kissing him. The only thing she was sorry about was that she’d used him.

Thank Heaven, he didn’t speak. With his thumb, he brushed a wet lock of hair out of her eyes, guiding it behind her ear. She trembled at the touch of his hand. The rain continued to pour over both of them, clinging to her gown. It felt as though the drops were pounding against her bare flesh. Her nipples tightened, rising from the cold.

He was staring at her, as though he’d never seen her before.

“Sir Ademar?” she whispered. “What do—”

He grasped her nape, tilting her face up to meet his. He kissed her again, slowly. His lips took hers in a sensual onslaught, and she leaned in, letting him learn the shape of her mouth.

She had kissed men before but not a man such as Ademar. He kissed her as though he couldn’t stop himself, as though he needed her. When his tongue gently edged her mouth, she opened to him.

His tongue slid inside, sleek and wet. Her body yearned for more, and she gasped as his hands moved down to her hips. He pulled her against himself, and she felt the hardness of his desire for her.

She wound her arms around his neck, and his mouth drifted down to her throat. Teasing, tasting him, she moaned. His knee nudged between her thighs, as his palms cupped her bottom. Fire. The rush of need made her desire him.

He brought his mouth to her ear, whispering, “I’ve never…kissed a woman before.”

The admission stunned her. A man as handsome as Sir Ademar? Easily one of the strongest men she knew, he’d nearly won the tournament her father had hosted.

“I find that hard to believe.” Especially given the way he made her feel. Her heart thrummed inside her chest, her body restless and unfulfilled.

But when she saw the embarrassment on his face, she realized that he was speaking the truth. He’d forgotten himself, just as she had.

“Y-y-you need to come out of the rain,” he stammered. His cheeks reddened at the error in his speech, and she understood that this was the reason for his stoic demeanor. In the past, he had stuttered his words, struggling to speak. She’d always thought it was nervous behavior, the mark of a shy man. But now, he intrigued her, for his kiss was anything but shy.

“I don’t want to return to my chamber,” Katherine told him. She didn't want to exchange more words with her sister or hear Honora’s excuses. She needed time away, time to gather her thoughts.