He would be with her wherever she wanted.
“I know,” she murmured, her breath quickening at his touch. “I feel the same.” She shook her head. “But I won’t let you leave your family.” Her words made his heart soar. “If you’ll have me, I want to stay here.”
“Aye?” He searched her eyes. “You’re sure?” Though he’d prefer to leave it at that, he needed to make sure she understood. “As you can see, ‘tis a verra different day and age, lass. Not only that, but ‘tis a verra turbulent country.” He shook his head. “That isnae going to change anytime soon. After all of this is done, things might return to normal, but even normal can be rife with unrest in Scotland.”
“I’m aware,” she assured. “But I can’t imagine being anywhere else with anyone else.” She shrugged and grinned, referring to her vague words spoken earlier on their journey. “Besides, how else am I supposed to write memoirs about all of this if I don’t stay and live it from start to finish? Not just what’s happening now but the rest of our lives? What I write might make a difference.” Her eyes narrowed a little as if she sensed something. “What I write might be important.”
“Anything you write will be important,” he said softly, kissing her, overjoyed that she wanted to stay.
He kissed her again and lowered her to the blanket, eager to finally satisfy the ache in his loins. Impatient, he skipped undressing her and chanted their clothes off.
Like it had that morning, the idea that he could get her pregnant at any moment drove him on. He had never felt like this before and knew it was a combination of what he’d wanted before combined with what he wanted now. There was a sense of making up for lost time mixed with a primal need to claim her as his lass.
In turn, she seemed just as driven as she steered him into her body. She was warm, slick and tight, sheathing his girth, gripping him, seemingly pulling him deeper into her with every thrust. He had craved her so badly all day that he didn’t last long, locking up inside her far too soon. Fortunately, he took her with him, and she whimpered, shuddering with release.
After that, he was able to take his time and enjoy her just as thoroughly as he had the eve before, groaning as she did the same to him. She learned his body, touching and stroking. Licking and sucking his cock as though she had never tasted anything so good. By the time she finished, he figured he couldn’t possibly have more seed to give, but the night wore on, and he did, indeed, have plenty more.
Eventually, they grew drowsy, and their lovemaking slowed, yet didn’t stop. Rather, it drew out the experience, bringing him to the edge more times than he could count. It was on one of those edges that she rolled onto her belly, encouraging him to cover her from behind.
So he pulled her hips up just enough then slid back into her.
She moaned with approval and pressed against him, urging him on. But he took his time, thrusting so slowly, it made her squirm with need. He kept at that pace, teasing her until it became too much. Driven by the feel of her rounded arse against him, he moved faster, curling his hand around hers as it twisted in the fur. One, two, three thrusts later, he brought her to a release so hard her sheath vice-gripped his cock, and she brought him with her.
Completely immersed in the way she made him feel, it took several moments for it to dawn on him that something drowned out her strangled cry of release.
Something, unfortunately, that crashed down on them moments later.
