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He stood up and gently pulled her up to stand before him.

They had nowhere to go. The world outside had been shut down by the storm. The wedding…it would happen later. As far as he was concerned, ten days was so far in the future it didn’t exist.

There was only the two of them. And his soul was connected to hers.

He drew her to him by her waist. Her dress was damp against his naked torso. “You know what will warm a man better than fire?” he asked her.

Her eyes were like pools of night before him. Endless and liquid and breathtaking.

“What?” she asked.

“This.”

He kissed her. Her mouth tasted like strawberries and something flowery and her…like heaven. Her plush, full lips, her sleek tongue as he lashed his against it over and over, were an ache in his blood. Who needed uisge when he had this? When she kissed him like she wanted to meld their mouths, their bodies, into one?

Her body, strong and wet and pliable, was pressed against him. She was his treasure, his salvation, and she was in his arms.

“You’re wet,” he whispered against her lips. “Let’s dry your dress.”

“Aye…”

As he undid the laces at her back, her dress became free, and he pulled it down. Her skin was pale and glistened in the firelight.

As her dress fell and pooled around her feet on the floor, her small breasts, perfect and round, were right there, touching him, skin to skin. He could feel her hard nipples pressed against his chest. Christ, he was getting excited, wanting her like he’d never wanted anyone before.

“Anna, I want you,” he said. “I want to tease you and taste you and bring you orgasm after orgasm…”

He wanted more, actually. In the jail, he’d been craving more from her.

But he had no right. He’d need to stop. Her whole future depended on her virginity.

“I want to do the same to ye,” Anna whispered.

He felt his erection jerk and he groaned. “Oh, Christ… Come here…”

He picked her up, cursing as he felt her hot, sleek folds press against his hard stomach as he carried her to bed. He laid her on the bed and pinned her hands above her head and marveled at her, looking at the length of her gorgeous body, small and feminine and delicate and strong. He kissed her again, tasting every nuance of her mouth, his hand traveling down the length of her body. He caressed her breasts and teased them just the way she’d liked last time. She was soft and round and warm under his hand. She was squirming and moaning into his mouth, and he knew she was excited.

His balls ached from desire for her. His hand moved down, and when he reached her soft curls, she gasped and her legs fell open for him. He knew now she was made for him, and he was made for her. His soul sang when he was by her side.

And he wanted to give her the world. Bring her every pleasure, every joy, every desire she wanted.

His fingers spread her folds and touched the soft, luscious sex of her, searching for and finding her clit. The moan of pleasure she gave into his mouth was like an explosion of need in his veins. Her legs fell even farther open, and she moved her pelvis, searching for, needing more of his touch.

He loved it. God, having her so open and so hot for him.

He withdrew and pulled down his braies, and as he stood before her, completely naked and erect, her eyes were wide on his penis. “Oh… David…” she gasped.

But it wasn’t fear, it was…

Desire.

She wanted him.

But he couldn’t have her.

“No, sweetheart. We’ll only fool around. I can’t take your virginity, and we both know it.”

She didn’t reply, only sat up and put her hands on his sides and pulled him down on top of her. “I almost lost ye. Twice,” she whispered and kissed him with her hot, wet mouth. “Our days together are ending. Ye’re the man for me, David. Only I canna be with ye for the rest of my life. So at least give me this. Be my first. Let me imagine ye’ll be my only.”