Page 107 of Wedded to the Scottish Duke

She was nearing her climax again. He could definitely feel it now. She pressed her head against the carriage wall as her body tightened around him.

That squeezing sent him over the edge. He felt the release, the unbelievable pleasure that reached every nerve ending in his body as he was catapulted into oblivion. He rode those waves of pleasure, not halting for one second, not until he could feel everything start to calm.

He kept them connected, refusing to pull away from her just yet as they both panted and caught their breaths. Slowly, she lifted her head and fell back against him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to her neck.

“I take it this means I’m forgiven, lass?” he whispered, planting small, open-mouthed kisses up the curve of her neck.

“For being a fool and running away? Well… nearly.”

“Nearly?” he said sharply, lifting his head in alarm.

She laughed at his reaction, then rocked her hips back against his. The way she moved was already making him think of taking her again. He might need a few minutes, but once he was hard again, he would certainly be happy to take her again in this carriage.

“I may need a little more persuading to completely forgive you. Is that something you can give me, husband?” she teased, reaching behind her.

One hand found his hip, and the other gripped the top of his thigh, and then she ran her fingers down the long muscle.

“Persuade me a little more?” She rocked her hips against him again. The pleasure coiled in his lower abdomen.

“Whatever ye wish for, wife, ye shall have it.”

The End?