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K issing Mabel always left him feeling as though he was a starved man tasting his first meal, and he couldn’t get enough.

Her mouth was sinfully sweet, warm, and willing, and she made such inviting sounds that had him groaning and burying one hand in her hair, taking care not to crush her with his weight by propping himself on one elbow.

Her body was lush beneath him, and all he could think of was loving her well and properly, as he had longed to do all this time.

His nights had been plagued with yearning for her, and now that he no longer had a reason to deny himself, he felt like he was dying of thirst that only she could quench.

“I need ye, Mabel,” he groaned. “I feel like I may die without ye.”

She whimpered against his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair. “I feel the same, husband,” she breathed.

She yanked on his hair as she returned his kisses, and he could not help but grin. His proper wife was burning with desire for him just as he burned for her.

Her nails dug into his back as he nipped the nape of her neck, and the feeling went straight to his straining cock. But he tempered himself, moving his lips to her collarbone and the swell of her luscious breasts.

“Please,” she begged. “I feel as though I am burning.”

What man wouldn’t oblige such a request?

Her eyes were glazed over in her passion, and her hips moved deliciously beneath him, rubbing his cock through his kilt.

The sensation threatened to drive him insane, but he stayed himself, calling on every last bit of his frayed self-control so he didn’t hurt her.

As much as he burned for her, he wanted her to experience pleasure. If he hurt her, he would never forgive himself.

He leaned back to stare at her lovely breasts and groaned at the sight, admiring the full, pale globes and the dark tips.

He palmed one luscious globe and then the other, and leaned down to capture one pebbled peak between his lips, smiling when she shot up and clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries.

He didn’t stop to chide her this time. Instead, he lapped at her harder, alternating between nipping and sucking. He wanted her whimpering and crying out for more, just as she had before, and he felt pride when her hands gripped the bed linens.

He was a very lucky man to have a wife who desired him and was unable to hide just how hot she burned for him.

The sight sent more blood to his already throbbing member and tightened his hands into fists. He palmed her again, feasting on her peaks till her cries turned into a soundless scream that he felt through her whole body. Her breasts were indeed one of her most sensitive areas.

He filed the knowledge for when she was ready for more intense lovemaking.

He ran a hand along her calf to her thigh, kissing his way down her body to her sex, which he found weeping with desire for him.

Memories of how brave she had been coming to look for him flashed through his mind and stoked his desire further. She had stood before his men like a warrior queen, even without weapons, leading the charge.

He groaned as her scent hit him first. No, he couldn’t rush this. He would savour her as she deserved. Her pleasure would always come before his. It was the least she deserved after enduring him for as long as she had.

He used one hand to keep her legs apart as he nuzzled her sex, then parted her folds and dived in. He feasted on her as if she were his last meal. Her hand found its way to his hair, and she struggled between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

He gave particular attention to her throbbing nub, and she bolted on a scream he knew the entire castle would hear. He kept lapping at her when she climaxed, not stopping until he had quenched his thirst—temporarily.

When he made to rise, she whimpered. “Please stay.”

“I dinnae intend to go anywhere, Mabel,” he said as he undressed.

Her eyes were bright as she watched him undress, making him feel conscious. Her gaze darkened when he kicked off his kilt, her lower lip trapped between her teeth as she stared at his jutting cock.

He felt flattered, but he didn’t dwell on the sentiment, climbing over her.

“Ye look frightened,” he noted with a small smile.

“I wonder if… if it will fit,” she admitted in a small voice.

He smiled and kissed her softly.

“Yer body was made for loving, Mabel,” he assured her. “It will hurt at first, but I promise it will be pleasurable. I willnae rush ye.”

She nodded and looked into his eyes. “I trust ye.”

Her words sent white heat down his spine to his cock.

He knew he wouldn’t last long and lined himself up with her entrance.

Feeling her silken sheath tease his sensitive cock, he almost spilled his seed right there. But he held back, pushing slowly into her.

She gasped, and he felt her tighten around him, but he kissed her to ease her worries.

“Breathe, Mabel,” he crooned. “Ye have to relax, or it will hurt more than it should.”

She nodded, and he felt her attempt to, but she was still tense. He kissed her again to distract her, withdrawing till he felt her relax. Then, he slid back into her a little deeper, swallowing her gasps as he moved inch by tortuously slow inch till he was fully seated inside her.

He groaned, feeling as though he had died and gone to heaven, his body growing taut from the effort not to move.

His eyes flicked to hers, but they were squeezed shut, brimming slightly with tears. No doubt he had caused her pain when he had only hoped to give her pleasure.

“I am sorry it hurts, Mabel,” he whispered, kissing her softly.

“‘Tis alright, Me Laird,” she answered, still grimacing.

“Campbell,” he corrected.

Her eyes opened.

“Call me Campbell,” he told her. “Ye are me wife. I havenae been fair to ye, and I intend to fix it.”

“Campbell,” she said, testing out his name.

It was by far the most erotic thing he had ever seen or heard, and all he wanted was to hear her gasp his name as he loved her into the night.

He withdrew from her and slid back in slowly, watching how her eyes closed at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “Dinnae hide yer eyes from me.”

She opened her eyes, and he saw how she itched to hide them. But when he moved, she kept her gaze on him, breathless gasps escaping her lips.

He kept his pace slow, but the pressure at the base of his spine grew, and his pleasure built up. His thrusts quickened, and soon he forgot he was supposed to be more gentle with her till climax crashed over him and his seed spilled into her.

Her face flushed when she climaxed right after, and he kissed her, still moving inside her, spilling every last drop of his seed.

They remained entwined for a long moment.

Campbell didn’t want to part from her yet, so he rolled onto his back and pulled her across his chest, pulling the bedcovers over them.

Mabel kept her eyes down, and her face was still flushed, but whether from the heat of their lovemaking or embarrassment, he didn’t know.

“What ails ye, wife?” he inquired.

She shook her head quickly. “‘Tis nothing, husband.”

He chuckled softly.

“Ye seem embarrassed,” he pointed out. “Why?”

“I am nae embarrassed,” she answered stubbornly, causing him to laugh.

“Dinnae be ashamed by what just happened between us, Mabel,” he soothed. “Ye cannae even look me in the eye. Or do ye nae want me in yer bed?”

“Nay!” she cried, then placed a hand on her cheek. “I just… I felt wanton.”

Oh .

That was the reason for her embarrassment.

She hadn’t behaved improperly, much to his dismay, and while he liked how prim and proper she was outside his bed, he didn’t intend for her to be so in it.

“Ye werenae wanton, Mabel. That’s how it must be between man and wife,” he told her.

“But—”

“I dinnae mind whatever wanton ideas ye may have,” he added, rolling them over so he was atop her.

He felt his member thicken, and while he knew she would be sore in the morning, he wanted her again.

“It pleases me when ye behave wantonly with me,” he purred, nipping her lips gently. “I prefer it, actually.”

His hips started thrusting, slow and gentle.

Now that he wasn’t blinded by the need for release, he could fully show her the beauty of lovemaking, and from the way her eyes darkened, it seemed she was starting to understand.

“Oh,” she breathed.

“Aye.” He smiled.

Mabel heard her husband’s breathing slow and deepen as he succumbed to sleep, and she couldn’t help but smile against his chest.

She had been so worried he would never reciprocate her feelings. Meanwhile, he, too, had fallen for her.

She smiled and snuggled deeper into his chest as she remembered his words.

“I am most lucky to have earned yer loyalty. And I am most fortunate that I get to love ye for the rest of me life.”

She was finally getting her happy ending, and it would be with her handsome, beastly Laird.

“Ye willnae sleep?” he asked suddenly, surprising her.

“Ye’re awake?” she murmured. “Did I wake ye?”

“Aye,” he croaked. “Can ye nae sleep?”

She nodded. “I feel like I am dreaming already, and if I close me eyes, all of this will disappear,” she admitted.

She had dreamt on so many nights of having her husband’s love and sleeping in his arms, and now that she had it, she felt as though she were in one of those dreams.

They had felt just as vivid, but had always left her with a sense of longing when she awoke.

“I am here, and I am yers, Mabel.” Campbell pressed a kiss to her forehead. “When ye sleep and wake up, I will be here with ye.”

“Do ye promise?”

“I promise,” he answered. “I willnae lie to ye now. Sleep, wife.”

“Verra well, husband,” she said, sighing into his chest.

“I love ye, Mabel,” he told her.

Her heart soared, and she snuggled deeper into his chest as warmth, comfort, and safety finally lulled her to sleep.

“I love ye too, Campbell.”

The End?