“I am yers, Hugo,” she murmured, her hips already bucking, seeking to pull him deeper. “I need more.”
“Such a needy wife,” he rasped. “If that is how you want it, then that is how you will have it.”
He thrust inside her, his pace increasing steadily. She could feel herself relax, her body accepting him as he pushed her over the edge. His cock was so big and so hard, she could feel it in her belly.
She was impossibly full and aroused.
“I know this is your first time, my love,” Hugo groaned, his breathing heavily. “I am trying to go gentle, but I want?—”
“Ye can do anythin’ to me, Hugo,” she moaned. “Ye ken what me body wants more than I do.”
Without another word, he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her belly. She could hear him rub himself as he looked down at her behind. He moaned as he grabbed a buttcheek and kneaded the other.
“You are so beautiful. I adore every curve,” he said as he thrust back into her. “I will not last long at this angle, Elspeth.”
“I want to feel you finish inside me,” Elspeth begged. In that position, it felt as if he were pushing a pleasure button inside her over and over and over. “I feel like I am burstin’ from the inside out. Even me toes are on fire.”
“Elspeth,” Hugo groaned, and she felt his hot seed spill inside her, filling her in a way she could not describe if she tried.
All she knew was that she needed more, a lot more.
After a few long moments, as they lay tangled in the sheets, Hugo ran a hand through her hair. He drew her closer, resting his chin atop her head as he pulled the eiderdown over them.
“Elspeth,” he said softly.
She stirred, nestling into his side. “Mmm?”
“Already asleep? Do I have that effect on you?”
“I am spent, me husband. Please daenae tell me ye already want to do this again. A duchess needs her sleep, ye ken.”
“I will let you sleep. For now.”
“Oh, good.” She let out a laugh as she rolled over, her emerald-green eyes sparkling in the dwindling firelight.
“I know we have just gotten married,” he said, his words carefully chosen. “But I want you to know that I would like to start a family with you. As soon as you are ready.”
Elspeth bolted upright. She looked at him in the low light, her smile wide with joy.
She knew in her heart that he was not just offering a title or a home. He was offering a lifetime, a shared future, of their imagination.
She hugged him tightly, a soft, happy laugh bubbling up her chest as she held him, her husband, the man who had found his way back to her.
“I think we are off to a great start, me love,” she said as she lay back down.
Home.It is an unfamiliar feelin’ even in London. Yet, somethin’ about this man pulls at my heart in a way I cannae understand. It is almost otherworldly, the way I feel a tug at my very soul. Home is nae a building or a place, home is a feelin’ or a state of mind. Aye, I ken it in me bones. Hugo is home.
The sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Hugo was still asleep beside her, one arm slung over her waist, a peaceful look on his face.
Elspeth allowed herself a moment to simply look at him, to appreciate the strong line of his jaw, the dark lashes resting on his cheeks. She loved the way his hair, usually neatly combed, was endearingly mussed from sleep, and their nocturnal activities.
I am his. This man, who had once been a stranger, a formidable obstacle that dragged me away from Scotland, is now me husband. And I have found perfect peace in England.
Who would have thought? What would Maither say if she could see me now?
She slid out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake him. She slowly made her way to the window, pulling back the heavy drapes to look out over the sprawling estate.
The morning mist was lifting off the grounds, revealing a landscape of rolling green hills and ancient oaks. It was a view she had only seen in passing, but now it was hers.
