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And then he stopped.

She whimpered in protest, her eyes flying open to find him standing, his plaid discarded, his body gloriously bare.

His manhood jutted out, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

Alba’s mouth watered at the sight, her body throbbing with unfulfilled need.

“Are ye sure ye are ready fer this?” he asked her, his eyes dark with want. “Because I will stop if ye tell me tae”.

“Nay, dinnae stop,” she gasped. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his manhood. “I want ye more than I have ever wanted anythin’ in me life”.

Lachlann stepped closer, his hands sliding under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms looping around his neck as he pressed her back against the wall.

With a groan, he thrust upward, filling her in one deep stroke.

Alba cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body stretched to accommodate him. The burn of it was exquisite, the fullness almost too much, but she rocked her hips, urging him deeper.

Lachlann groaned, his forehead pressing to hers as he held himself still, his breath ragged. “Ye feel so good,” he muttered, his voice strained. “So tight, so perfect.”

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, his lips crashing onto hers in a bruising kiss.

Alba met him stroke for stroke, her body arching into his, her breasts pressing against the hard plane of his chest.

The room filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, the wet slap of skin against skin, the creak of the old wooden floor beneath Lachlann’s boots as he drove into her.

His hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh as he quickened his pace, his cock pistoning in and out of her with relentless precision.

“Alba,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “I’m close. Come with me.”

She tightened around him, her body coiling tight, her release just within reach.

Lachlann’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath hot against her neck as he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. “Taegether,” she gasped, her nails raking down his back. “I want tae come with ye.”

His growl was feral, his hips snapping against hers as he drove into her one final time.

Alba cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, her body clenching around him, her vision whiting out as pleasure consumed her.

Lachlann followed with a guttural groan, his manhood pulsing inside her as he spilled deep, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, pressed together, their breaths ragged, their skin slick with sweat. Lachlann held her tightly, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes dark with something more than lust.

“Alba,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “Ye’re everything tae me.”

She smiled, her heart so full it ached, and rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

The fire crackled in the hearth, the warmth of the room wrapping around them like a blanket, the world outside ceasing to exist.

For now, in that moment, there was only them.

And it was perfect.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

“Iguess someone is here.”

He heard her before he saw her.

The stable had its own particular quiet in the mornings, the soft percussion of hooves shifting on straw, the low rhythmic breath of animals at rest, the occasional creak of timber settling against the cold.