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“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice hoarse from crying.

Her breath was warm and humid against his neck.

“I couldna keep from seeing ye…” He lifted her chin. “What is it, Amy? Why are ye crying?”

“You know why…”

“Nae, I dinna.”

“Because I lied to you. Because I must leave, and yet it breaks my heart. Because…”

She swallowed, then exhaled softly.

“Because I love you.”

The words washed over him, reaching the very depths of his soul. He brushed the tears off Amy’s wet cheeks, then reached out and kissed one tear away. If he could, he would lick away all her sadness, all her troubles, all her misery.

But he couldn’t.

What he could do, was show how much he loved her despite everything that had happened between them. Despite the fact that this would be the last time.

He planted the softest of kisses from her wet cheek slowly down to her mouth, then kissed her on her lips as gently as he could muster. And even this tender brush of her skin against his sent a fiery current through his veins.

He deepened the kiss, dipping his tongue into her mouth. She tasted salty, of pain and heartbreak, and they echoed within him, making his chest ache.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and brought herself closer. He could feel her soft breasts and her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her shift.

He ran his hands down her back, slowly, savoring every inch of her graceful body, the curve of her lower back, the firm roundness of her gorgeous arse. He squeezed the cheeks of her bottom and kneaded them. She writhed against him and threw one leg over his hips, and pressed her sex into his.

He was already hard. His cock swelled for her, jerking impatiently.

But he would be patient. He would be everything she wanted him to be.

Craig pulled her shift up to her waist, then higher, and removed it completely. He looked down her body, those perfect, soft, round breasts, her milky skin glowing in the darkness. He removed his own shirt and then his pants, and they lay skin to skin, nothing to hide, nowhere to run.

He lowered his head and took her breast in his mouth, the velvety skin sweet and delicious. He circled her soft nipple with his tongue, feeling satisfaction as it hardened. He sucked on it and bit gently, over and over, until Amy started giving out kitten-like throaty whimpers.

Then he moved to the other breast and repeated the same on it while massaging the first. She arched into him, giving him even more access.

Her hands ran through his hair, something he always loved.

He then slowly continued his way downward with his mouth until he found the sweet triangle of soft hair. He lifted her leg over his shoulder, opening her for his touch.

He spread her gentle folds, marveling at the beautiful center of her.

“So soft, so warm,” he murmured and kissed her there with the exact pressure he knew she liked. She shuddered, and he put her other leg over his shoulder, as well, keeping her hips steady with his hands. He kept teasing her, savoring the feel of her against him, stretching every moment into an eternity.

She stiffened in that way that meant she’d find her release soon, and he withdrew. He turned her over, with her buttocks to him. Like that, he’d be able to give her pleasure with his hands where he knew she’d love it.

He placed his throbbing erection against her hot, sleek sex. An intense jolt of pleasure ran through him. He was thick and aching for her.

Brushing his hand against her long, graceful back, he gently entered her and moved slowly. She gasped, pushing back to meet him.

He pushed until he was completely enveloped, squeezed by her sleek tightness. She arched her back, and he cupped one breast with his hand. With the other, he found her hot folds and the knot of her pleasure and began massaging it.

She trembled, and a deep, guttural moan escaped her mouth.

“Aye, my sweet lass,” he said. “Take it in. Ye’re so beautiful.”