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After several long moments, the pain began to ease into an almost-pleasant ache. And something else replaced her discomfort, something . . . extraordinary.

Graeme inside of her, reaching so deep she could almost feel him touching her heart.

He rested his forehead on top of her head, gasping like he’d just run a race. Sabrina curved a hand around his neck, then cautiously lifted her leg and settled it higher on his muscled thigh.

Even better.

“God, Sabrina,” he groaned.

She kissed his chin. “This is certainly something, I must say.”

“It certainly is,” he ground out.

“Are you all right?” she asked after a few moments of fraught silence.

Graeme choked out a laugh, which she felt all the way to her core. “I’m supposed to ask you that.”

She took stock of her body. “I’m quite well, actually.”

He tipped up her chin to kiss her. “God, lass, I love you.”

“How much?”

When he nudged her, she gasped.

“This much,” he said.

Then he began to move. He started slowly, giving her time to catch up with him. When he cupped her bottom, tilting her toward him, Sabrina moaned. Becausethatfelt wonderful, and somehow was exactly what she needed. Her arousal built, and her entire body began to tremble.

Graeme stroked into her, his breath coming in hard gasps in her ear. She clutched him, digging her nails in as she wavered on the edge. So close . . . so close . . .

Then he gave her a last, hard nudge, and she tumbled. Waves of pleasure swept through her body, her inner contractions clenching around his erection. When she cried out, Graeme gripped her bottom and held himself tightly against her, his breath hissing from between clenched teeth. He poured himself into her. Sabrina buried her face in his neck as the last remnants of pleasure rippled through her body.

And as her love for him rippled through every bit of her heart and spirit. Graeme was inextricably a part of her in a way she’d never dreamed possible.

She lay quietly in his arms, the intensity of the moment easing into a deep, settled peace. Then Graeme rolled onto his back, bringing her to rest in an undignified sprawl on his broad chest. She was sure to be a sweaty, absolute mess, but she didn’t care. She was completely and utterly happy.

“All right, love?” he murmured.

Sabrina nestled her cheek against the crisp hair of his chest. “Aye, that.”

The rumble of his laugh vibrated through her entire body.

“Are you?” she thought to ask a moment later.

His hand drifted down to her bottom, sending a sensual shiver up her spine.

“Never better, which I suppose was your plan all along. First, you would lure me into your bed and have your way with me. Then, when I could no longer think straight, you’d propose marriage. It’s a wicked lass, you are.”

Sabrina trailed her fingertips over his flat stomach, making him twitch. “You’ll recall that I proposed before I had my way with you, and you responded in the affirmative.”

“That’s because I was already imagining the wicked ways. It turned my brain to mush.”

Sabrina propped her chin on his chest. “I hope you don’t mind.”

He lifted his head and an incredulous eyebrow. “Do I look like I mind?”

“No, but . . .”

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