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“Oh, me God, Katherine,” Domhnall panted, as he slid inside of her.

Resting his hands on her buttocks, he slowly moved his hips up and down, while she, pressing her knees into the bed, rocked her hips back and forth. Gazing at each other, Domhnall’s eyes smoldering as he drank her in, they fell into a rhythm that started off slowly at first.

Katherine could feel him nestling deeply inside of her, her body wanting more and more of him. She could see Domhnall climbing now, desperation for her dancing across his face. And as the want of her grew, so did the thrusts of his hips, for he drove into her, faster and deeper.

The pleasure of him filling her was like heaven as she cried out. “Oh, God.”

“Och, Katherine,” Domhnall growled, his hips slamming against hers. “Katherine,” his voice grew louder as his thrusts went even deeper. “Katherine,” he bellowed. “Oh, me God.”

And suddenly, his whole body stilled, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he emptied himself inside of her.

Much later, after they had made love again, Katherine lay, contentedly wrapped in Domhnall’s arms, his soft beating heart relaxing and soothing her.

“I have a question.” Domhnall said from above her.

Shifting to look at him, she said, “What is it?”

He gazed at her lovingly, and with a soft smile, he said, “Will ye marry me, Katherine?”

But there’s more…