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She stilled, looking at him with something like reverence in her big eyes.

“Mine,” he whispered through a hard knot in his throat. “Ye’re my wonder.”

She sniffled a little, and he came back to her breasts. “So beautiful,” he said and took her nipple in his mouth.

He sucked and licked it, fondling the other one with his fingers.

“So soft,” he whispered, tracing his lips down her stomach.

“So delicious.” He undid the fastening of her breeches and pulled them down, then with some difficulty unlaced her boots and pulled them off, too. He stared in awe at her graceful hips, at her stomach, and at the triangle of dark hair in the apex of her thighs.

His cock twitched, hardening and aching. He pulled her breeches off, nested between her spread legs, and slowly kissed her thigh from knee up to her groin while kneading and massaging the other thigh. She rewarded him with a low, sweet moan and the curling of her toes. He reached her sex and inhaled her scent, so feminine and deliciously wanton.

Desire for her set his blood on fire. He spread her folds and put his mouth on her sex, licking and suckling her sensitive bud. She was already wet and tasted divine.

She started making small whimpers of need, like a kitten, and he felt a surge of a male satisfaction that he was the one giving her this pleasure. He wanted to give her more. He wanted to give her everything.

To be everything for her.

Everything she’d ever want and need.

He inserted a finger inside her warm wetness, and she clenched around him. He craved for her to clench like that around his erection, to plunge into her silky depths and feel that she was his. That she belonged to him.

He began moving his finger in and out of her, but she suddenly sat up. She was flushed, and her full lips were parted. She panted, her eyelids half closed, her eyes like a dark night.

“No,” she said. “That won’t do.”

“Nae?”

“You. I want you. Not your finger. Inside. Now.”

He shook his head with a soundless laugh. “Happy to oblige, lass.”

He pulled the tunic over his head and unfastened his breeches. She eyed him with appreciation, her gaze moving slowly up and down his body. He loomed over her, his hands on either side of her head, and supported himself on straight arms. “Lass, stop looking at me like I’m food, or I’ll blush,” he purred.

“You’re better than food.” She slapped him on his arse and pressed on his hips, urging him to come closer. “You taste better, and nothing brings me as much pleasure as you.” She dug her fingernails in his arse. “Now prove it.”

“I’ll need to talk to ye about yer manners.” He palmed his erection, but she brushed his hand away and took his cock in her hand. She positioned his tip against her entrance, and he groaned from the hot, wet feel of her.

“Is yer back healed enough for this?” he said.

“Yes, it’s fine.” She wriggled against him, her sleek movements driving him wild. “Your leg?”

“I’ll live.”

“Good. Now take me.”

He looked deeply into her eyes. It was amazing how much they’d survived together. How much they’d both changed. And how much happiness there was still to come.

He thrust into her, pleasure shooting from his toes to the very tips of his hair. She moaned and arched her back, closing her eyes. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around him, her fingers digging into his muscles.

He started thrusting into her, his desire wild and hot. He was as deep as he could go. She wrapped her legs around him, and he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. He breathed heavily, unevenly, his heartbeat erratic.

She wriggled under him, meeting each thrust like a perfect wave. They climbed towards the climax together, sweat misting their skin. Her moans of pleasure spurred his own hunger. Her head was thrown back against the mattress.

And then he was there. He arrived at the peak with her, bucked and lost himself into her body, wild and furious waves of pleasure crushing him. He dug his fingers into her hips, feeling her clenching and unclenching around him, her body shuddering and tensing under him. She cried out his name like a prayer, and he tried to hold on to the reality that this divine woman, a goddess from another time, was his.

This happiness, this expansion of his heart and whole body, was going to be his future. His love for her opened him up and filled his heart.