Tis you, Kate Huxley MacPherson. I didnae have a heart before ye wandered into the dark and decided ye belonged here.” He began thrusting rhythmically, forcefully. “Do I love ye? Aye.” More thrusts. His hand tangled in her hair. He lowered his head and breathed deep. “I love ye. But that’s a weak fucking word for what I feel, Kate.”
