Page 124 of Taming the Highland Misfits

Alex kissed her again, then Freya felt the tip of his shaft at her entrance, and she instinctively raised her body to accommodate him and wrapped her legs tightly around his hips.

He withdrew a little, then inched forward again and pulled out again gently. Every time he pushed inside, he went a little further, and presently he felt resistance, then stopped, gritting his teeth with the effort of not moving.

“Go on,” Freya begged. “Make me yours, Alex.”

He pushed further into her, watching her face, and Freya felt a swift stab of pain, but it was over in a few seconds; she felt an incredible sensation of fullness inside herself, and knew that this was only the beginning of something much more.

She had known what happened between a man and a woman in the marriage bed, but no one had told her that it would feel like this. Freya felt as though she was climbing a mountain, and knew that there was a treasure at the top. Could she reach it? She only knew that she had to.

Freya clung to Alex as he took her further and further towards the peak, and at last, she reached it as he gave one final thrust that sent her into heaven.

Whatever she had expected, it was not this overwhelming bloom of ecstasy, and she cried out as wave after wave of it flowed through her, making her shudder and thrash underneath Alex while she cried out his name over and over again.

Then she descended gradually into a delicious languor, and for a moment she could do nothing more than look into his eyes while the throbbing in her body died away.

Alex too had come to the fiercest climax he had ever experienced; he collapsed onto Freya then rolled away from her, looking astonished. “My god, Freya,” he whispered. “What did you do to me? I have never felt like that before.” Then he asked tentatively, “And you? Did I hurt you?”

He looked so worried that Freya smiled. “A little,” she replied. “But Mhairi told me it is quite normal. She did not tell me about what came before. I had no idea.”

“Did you like it?” he asked, grinning as he gently pushed her hair away from her face and kissed her lips softly.

She smiled at him, a smile so loving that it almost brought tears to his eyes. “Oh, yes!” she breathed. “Can we do it again?”

He laughed softly. “I am afraid we poor unfortunate men need time to recover,” he replied, laughing softly.

Freya laid a hand on his penis and squeezed gently. It was moist with her juices, but felt velvet soft, though harder underneath. Freya heard him gasp, then, thinking she had hurt him, she took her hand away, but he grabbed it and put it back. He was breathing heavily and looking at her with astonishment.

“This has never happened to me before,” he whispered. He guided her hand up and down his shaft, faster and faster.

She watched as he moaned and screwed his face up, looking almost agonised, but somehow she knew he was not. He was feeling the pleasure that she had felt only moments before. He ejaculated with a shout, spilling his seed over her hand, and Freya felt glad that she had been able to give him such pleasure once more.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked, with a strange expression that was half a smile and half a frown.

“Did you not like it?” Freya asked anxiously.

He laughed. “Of course I did, but you will wear me out!”

“Do you think we made a baby tonight?” she asked, smiling. “I hope we did.”

“I have no idea,” Alex replied, “but we can try as many times as you wish, my Freya.”

“I think I would like that,” she answered, giggling.

Alex took her in his arms once more and cuddled her close to him so that they were skin to skin, warm and comfortable in each other’s arms. There was no passion now, only a deep and profound contentment. This was exactly where they belonged, and would always belong.

“I love you, Freya,” Alex whispered. “You are my heart.”

“And I love you too,” she replied. “Forever.”

EXTENDED EPILOGUE

10 years later…

Lara Freya MacNeill had been born exactly nine months to the day after her parents’ wedding. She had two other sisters, Mhairi, who was four, and Caitrin, who was seven, and her mother was expecting another child any day. Although all the girls had expressed a wish for a baby brother, Freya and Alex knew they would both be happy with another girl as long as she was healthy.

Early in the May morning of her tenth birthday, the entire family had crept into her bedroom and Alex had swept his daughter out of her bed and into his arms, laughing. The others were crowding around, shouting with glee, while Lara was still bleary-eyed and yawning.

Freya, who was close to her time and very large, waddled a few yards behind, holding her aching back and wishing that this latest birth would hurry and be done with. She had often told Alex that she wished he could take her burden and carry it for her for a while.