Page 44 of Claimed Highland Brides

EPILOGUE

A s promised, Delwyn assured her he was not in the least tired after breakfast.

“If anything, I am energized from seeing our family all together. They are all just as ridiculous as I remember.”

Jamesina laughed, tapping him lightly on the chest. “Ye’re treading on thin ice, Sassenach.”

“Am I?” He flung his cane away, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him. “Am I indeed?”

She could not think with him so close but lifted her face to him so that he could claim her lips. He was quick to accept the offer. Until now, they had satisfied themselves with chaste, if lingering, touches but if the desperation with which he was plundering her mouth was any indication, Delwyn was done with waiting.

She laughed joyfully into his mouth as she flung her arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he kissed and suckled, licked and bit at her lips. He shuffled her over to the bed and let her fall backward. Thankfully, she had not worn a gown to have breakfast, but satisfied propriety with a thick woolen robe which she quickly discarded. Clad in just her shift, she lay inviting, spread-eagled on the bed.

As fast as he could, he discarded his slippers and breeches, climbing on the bed in just his shirt. “My darling, how I’ve missed you. Missed my hand on your bare skin...” He wrapped a hand around her thigh, moving her shift up as he caressed her flesh, trailing his hand slowly toward her waist. “So smooth and soft.” His voice was quiet, filled with reverence.

She squirmed, hoping that they had remembered to lock the door.

“No one will come in,” he said as if he’d read her mind. “We still have several days of our honeymoon to make up for.”

“Aye,” she agreed quietly, and squirmed, trying to make him move faster, to get the shift off her. He ignored her impatience, his hand exploring her flesh at will, while his lips made mush of her self-control. He suckled her nipple through the thin cotton, making her moan and arch her back. His other hand snaked between her legs, seeking her swollen nub and rubbing at the hot, dripping flesh of her center. She wiggled, too hungry to wait, wanting him so badly.

“Please,” she whispered, wrapping her naked legs around his waist.

“Yes. Yes, I shall give you what you want. What you desire. So hot and wet for me my love. What did I do to deserve one such as you?” He sunk into her even as he asked and she keened, uncaring of who might be listening. He groaned in counterpoint, his hips jerking and pistoning as he went deeper as if mining for jewels.

“Oh God, aye, just like tha’.”

She threw back her head, mouth open as he pounded into her, again and again, his hands holding tight to her breasts. She undulated her hips as he thrust into her, creating greater friction and helping him to go deeper.

“Delwyn, I love ye.” She arched up into him, her vision whiting out as a bubble burst within her, spreading waves of pleasure to every cell in her body.

“I love you too,” he groaned as he got on his climax, before collapsing on top of her.

He then turned and Jamesina burrowed into him contentedly feeling the heat of his body and his blood still boiling from the action. “Now we sleep. When we wake up, mayhaps we shall do tha’ again.”

Delwyn’s chest rumbled in vibration as he laughed. “Oh, there’s no mayhaps about it!”