Page 71 of The Highlander's English Virgin

“Are ye sayin’ the window isnae comfortable, wife?”

“Ye try it,” she said churlishly as he spun them around and lowered her onto the soft fur rug before the fire’s dying embers. “Have ye fulfilled yer fantasy?” she asked.

“I think so,” he replied. “Although ye havenae screamed me name yet.”

He was still inside her as he laid her down beneath him, and she groaned, pushing her hips against his, her fingers gripping his backside beneath his kilt, which he had not bothered to remove.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much,” she said with a happy laugh. “Now take me, husband.”

He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head as he began to thrust in earnest.

“I plan to,” he said, and proceeded to do just that.

The End?