Cupping her face in the darkness, he traced the graceful arcs of her eyebrows with his thumbs, his touch both tender and possessive amidst the depths of his longing. "When I hold ye between my twa haunds and feel ye quiver like that, waitin" for me tae tak" ye... Lord, I want tae pleasure ye "til ye cry oot under me and open yerself tae me. And when I take my ain pleasure frae ye, I feel as though I've given ye my soul alang wi" my cock."