softly.
“Aye, she was very tired from her outing. Are you hungry?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice rough as he stood and reached for her.
She went into his arms willingly, melting against his hard body as she was meant to be there. His kisses were hungry indeed, hot and possessive. His tongue delved, seeking every secret crevice, demanding she bend to him. That she give herself to him. She had no reservations as she answered him with a need of her own. For weeks, she’d denied her feelings for Callum, now there was no reason to do so.
When his hands went to the neck of her bodice, she eagerly assisted him in divesting herself of the sturdy garment. He stripped away her clothes until she stood before him, naked and unashamed.
“You are so beautiful,” he said in wonder. “Ever since I saw you at the waterfall, I’ve thought of nothing else, but the need to touch you.” His hands brushed across her sensitive nipples and she shivered in anticipation. “You’re like a goddess, all pale and trembling, waiting only for me.”
“Aye,” she whispered. “Only for you and never anyone else.” She ran her hands across his smooth muscles, feeling his warm skin as a lover would, not as a nurse, kissing his scars and running her tongue across his nipples. She’d dreamed of doing all those things to him.
He made no move to help, simply stood as she pushed away his clothes until he was naked as she. Her hands touched him everywhere, sliding over his shoulders and chest, then his belly and finally, his aroused cock. She wasn’t maidenly, nor did she care for such pretenses. She was a woman needing this man and wanting to know every inch of him. She weighed his cock and balls in her hand then gently stroked the engorged rod with her fingers. He gasped as her hands moved against him. She wasn’t sure of what she was doing. Instinct guided her. She felt the smooth velvet of his penis, the lush fullness of him, the heat that enflamed her.
“Enough, lass, you’ll cause me to shame myself,” he said, stepping back and taking her hands in his.
“Before we take this step, I wish to say words to you and have you repeat them to me.”
“What words?” she asked, wondering what he had in mind.
“Words of commitment between us. We have no priest, but I pledge myself to you as your husband and I take you as my wife as the country people do.” He paused and looked deeply into her eyes. One hand came up to cup her cheek.
“I, Callum MacAlister, Laird of Alister Castle and Chief of the MacAlister Clan, pledge myself to you as your country husband from now until death claims me.”
Lilli’s heart swelled so she could barely speak, but she cleared her throat and uttered the words that would bind them through all time.
“I, Lilli MacGregor, take you Callum MacAlister, Laird of Alister Castle and all the clan of the MacAlisters, pledge myself, mind and body, heart and soul to you until death takes me.”
Pulling her against him, he kissed her until she was breathless, then he swung her up into his arms and carried her to the bed.
“This time, wife, you’ll go under the covers with me. Never again will you sleep at the foot of my bed.” He placed her in the center of the bed and stood back to look at her.
“Ah, Lilli, how often I’ve imagined you lying there like that, waiting for me and me alone. The things I dreamed I’d do to you.”
“Don’t tell me, husband,” she said, holding the covers back invitingly. “Show me.” His laughter rang out through the little croft, and suddenly, he was there beside her, his long muscular legs sliding against hers, broad shoulders and chest taking up more room than she’d imagined, his hard cock nudging her insistently. Her laughter mingled with his as his arms came around her, cradling her against his side.
His lips claimed hers, his breath hot against her cheek and mouth, his tongue tasted and delved deeper to taste still more. She felt his tall body shudder and knew
“Aye, she was very tired from her outing. Are you hungry?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice rough as he stood and reached for her.
She went into his arms willingly, melting against his hard body as she was meant to be there. His kisses were hungry indeed, hot and possessive. His tongue delved, seeking every secret crevice, demanding she bend to him. That she give herself to him. She had no reservations as she answered him with a need of her own. For weeks, she’d denied her feelings for Callum, now there was no reason to do so.
When his hands went to the neck of her bodice, she eagerly assisted him in divesting herself of the sturdy garment. He stripped away her clothes until she stood before him, naked and unashamed.
“You are so beautiful,” he said in wonder. “Ever since I saw you at the waterfall, I’ve thought of nothing else, but the need to touch you.” His hands brushed across her sensitive nipples and she shivered in anticipation. “You’re like a goddess, all pale and trembling, waiting only for me.”
“Aye,” she whispered. “Only for you and never anyone else.” She ran her hands across his smooth muscles, feeling his warm skin as a lover would, not as a nurse, kissing his scars and running her tongue across his nipples. She’d dreamed of doing all those things to him.
He made no move to help, simply stood as she pushed away his clothes until he was naked as she. Her hands touched him everywhere, sliding over his shoulders and chest, then his belly and finally, his aroused cock. She wasn’t maidenly, nor did she care for such pretenses. She was a woman needing this man and wanting to know every inch of him. She weighed his cock and balls in her hand then gently stroked the engorged rod with her fingers. He gasped as her hands moved against him. She wasn’t sure of what she was doing. Instinct guided her. She felt the smooth velvet of his penis, the lush fullness of him, the heat that enflamed her.
“Enough, lass, you’ll cause me to shame myself,” he said, stepping back and taking her hands in his.
“Before we take this step, I wish to say words to you and have you repeat them to me.”
“What words?” she asked, wondering what he had in mind.
“Words of commitment between us. We have no priest, but I pledge myself to you as your husband and I take you as my wife as the country people do.” He paused and looked deeply into her eyes. One hand came up to cup her cheek.
“I, Callum MacAlister, Laird of Alister Castle and Chief of the MacAlister Clan, pledge myself to you as your country husband from now until death claims me.”
Lilli’s heart swelled so she could barely speak, but she cleared her throat and uttered the words that would bind them through all time.
“I, Lilli MacGregor, take you Callum MacAlister, Laird of Alister Castle and all the clan of the MacAlisters, pledge myself, mind and body, heart and soul to you until death takes me.”
Pulling her against him, he kissed her until she was breathless, then he swung her up into his arms and carried her to the bed.
“This time, wife, you’ll go under the covers with me. Never again will you sleep at the foot of my bed.” He placed her in the center of the bed and stood back to look at her.
“Ah, Lilli, how often I’ve imagined you lying there like that, waiting for me and me alone. The things I dreamed I’d do to you.”
“Don’t tell me, husband,” she said, holding the covers back invitingly. “Show me.” His laughter rang out through the little croft, and suddenly, he was there beside her, his long muscular legs sliding against hers, broad shoulders and chest taking up more room than she’d imagined, his hard cock nudging her insistently. Her laughter mingled with his as his arms came around her, cradling her against his side.
His lips claimed hers, his breath hot against her cheek and mouth, his tongue tasted and delved deeper to taste still more. She felt his tall body shudder and knew
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