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The room before her now had a wide canopy bed at its center on an elevated slab of round wood. The curtains had been left open, and the late-day sunlight was streaming through. The wooden ceiling was high and beautifully carved. The stone walls almost looked polished with the way they too were glittering.

Mia was in awe, and she felt her heart burst with love for this man.

He had been watching her as she took the room in. “Do ye fancy it?”

She could barely believe he still had to ask. “I love it! Almost as much as I love ye, my lovely Laird.”

Archibald grinned, and the sound of it made her weak in the knees. She moved closer to him where he stood by the bed, and she put her arms around him.

“How did ye do it? Do all the rooms in yer castle look as beautiful as this one?”

“Ourcastle. It’s our castle now,” he replied. “And nae, this little beauty was designed only for the Laird and Lady of the keep. I touched it up myself. Well, I did have a wee bit of help from Lennox and some other workers. That was what Lennox was updating me about. The finishing touches, I mean.”

“I can hardly believe it. It has my favorite colors too.” She sighed. “How did ye ken?”

“I could tell. Ye wear blue a lot and it looks so good on ye. I thought ye might love our private chambers to be that color too.”

“Och, Archie.” Mia was on the verge of tears.

“Ye have nae idea how blessed I am that ye're my Lady, Mia,” he said, drawing small circles on her back.

“Nae… I have nae idea, so ye should tell me,” she replied teasingly, “or show me,” she added, batting her lashes.

Archie lowered his face to hers and whispered, “I love ye, my Lady Macnab.”

Mia did not feel like she had to say any more.

“Undress me.”

Archibald stared at her playfully and began undoing the laces of her dress.

The gown had been made with the same Macnab tartan pattern her husband was wearing. It was just a little more elaborate with an embroidered bodice.

Archie walked closer to her and softly kissed her, running his hands down her sides and making her shiver. Slowly, he slid the dress off her shoulders until she was bare before him. Hurriedly, he pulled her into bed.

“I want to ken yer love for me, husband,” Mia said, desperate to feel him inside of her.

Archibald smiled, clearly eager to fulfil her every wish. He began trailing kisses down her body, slowly.

“Ye seem to get better versed in seduction every day, my lady.”

He suckled at her breasts and slowly lavished her where she needed him most. Mia felt a wave of pleasure rush through her as he made her his own.

“I want ye inside of me, Archie.Now.”

Archibald did not make her beg. Holding her gaze with a smug smile, he obliged her request and slid into her slowly, holding her hands as he thrust into her with love.

As they both reached the peak of their pleasure, Mia knew that even if she had a million lives, she would always choose this man.

She was his, body and soul.