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“ I willnae lose ye for tonight,” the Laird said, pulling Iris toward him.

He pulled so hard that her body practically slammed into his. She had no complaints about that after how she had felt for the past few days, and she didn't have a chance to complain when he pressed his lips to hers.

Iris moaned softly as a warm glow grew within her. She lost herself to the kiss, unable to think about anything. She didn’t want to think about anything. She didn’t want to think about them losing the battle and having the castle stormed or winning but the Laird losing his life in the process. She didn't want to think about anything.

The Laird forced his tongue forward, and it pushed through her lips. At the same time, he let out a deep growl that shook her entire body. She could feel the tension still in his body—he felt the same way she did.

Iris grabbed the back of Cayden’s head, intent on distracting him from what he felt. She didn’t want to kiss him like it might be their last, but that thought was implanted in the back of her mind.

Iris flicked her tongue against the Laird’s as they met. She fought with him, her frustrations seeping through, flicking her tongue back and forth as if it were a sword.

I want ye, Cayden!

Iris moaned deeply, all the way from the depths of her stomach when he placed his hands on her waist. They tightened around her, claiming her.

“Yes, I am yers,” she moaned through the kiss.

Cayden moved his head back, still gripping her waist tightly.

“Say that again,” he ordered, his teeth clenched.

“I am yers,” Iris said, her nostrils flaring. She wanted to fight and needed to do something. Her entire body was tense, her nerves ready to explode.

“Aye, ye are mine,” Cayden growled. “Come here.”

He pulled her forward again, his hands rising to just below her breasts. He placed his mouth on hers, parting her lips with his tongue again. Iris fought back with more force this time, pushing his tongue back into his mouth and then biting his bottom lip.

Cayden growled and lifted her from the ground. He spun around and then tossed her onto the bed. Iris gasped in pleasure and panted as he strode to the bed to stand above her. Her eyes flicked to his crotch and the growing bulge beneath.

“Take off yer dress!” the Laird boomed.

Iris held his gaze and reached down to the hem of her dress, but she stopped. She breathed heavily through her nostrils, her heart beating so furiously that it felt like war drums in her chest. She wanted the Laird to ravage her, but she wanted to ravage, too.

“Nay!” Iris challenged. She pushed the hem of her dress down farther and pushed herself up the bed to put space between her and the Laird. “I want ye to remove yer shirt first.”

“Aye? Is that how it is?” he growled.

Iris trembled before him as he pushed his shoulders back and puffed out his chest.

Iris mustered as much courage as she could. “Aye, that is how it is.”

Cayden grabbed the front of his shirt, but he didn’t unbutton it. He grabbed the front in both hands and ripped it open.

Iris gasped and ducked as a button came flying toward her. She sat back up and let out a surprised laugh.

“Oh, me goodness.”

The sight of his chest took her breath away. She had seen it before, but it was more majestic, more muscular, broader, more brilliant. She longed to reach out and touch it.

Nay, I want to dig my nails into his muscles and rake my fingers down his body. I want to grab him and take a bite from him. I want to devour him. I want him to devour me!

“It’s yer turn.” Cayden licked his lips and ran his eyes hungrily over her body.

Iris looked at him and wanted to do as she was told, but she was having far too much fun. She almost withered under his lustful look but managed to muster the last of her courage to make her final demands.

“Yer breeks, too,” she said, her voice breaking.

Cayden cocked one eyebrow and looked down at Iris with some surprise. He stepped forward but stopped before he got to the bed.

“Tell me again what ye want,” he demanded.

“I want… yer breeks off,” Iris said, breathing out deeply.

“Like this?” Cayden asked. He unbuckled the belt, and removed it, taking it in both hands and snapping it tight.

Iris’ nether region jerked at the snapping sound, and she felt her folds moisten with the force of his actions. She wanted to agree with him, but words were lost to her now. She could only nod meekly.

Cayden tossed the belt toward the chair by the window and then pulled his breeks down over his hips, letting them fall to the ground.

Iris placed her hand on her heart, unable to take her eyes off the massive bulge in his underwear. She licked her lips and breathed heavily through her open mouth. His eyes were ice cold as they stared at her, but they ignited a fire in her loins. She longed to reach down under her dress and satisfy the urges that were flowing.

Cayden took one more step forward and then knelt on the bed. It creaked under his weight. He locked eyes with Iris, a warrior who came to claim what was rightfully his. He placed his other knee on the bed and crawled his way toward her. Each movement sent sparks of desire flashing through her. She forgot she could move, and only gazed down at the adonis on the bed with her, almost drooling at all his bulges.

Her chest rose and fell quicker as he got closer. She smelled his natural musk which only fueled the fire within.

“Mmm.” The moan came from deep in Iris’ throat and matched the growl the Laird had given earlier.

Cayden paused on the bed and smiled wickedly at Iris. “What was that?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow again.

Iris tried not to smile at the question, but she succumbed to a grin. She at least stopped herself from laughing. “I… I don’t know where that came from.”

The Laird let out a softer growl like a wildcat purring. “I liked it. It makes me desire ye more.”

“Then come and get me.” Iris was surprised that she was saying such things. Her mind was working to take her thoughts from what would come after sunrise.

“Oh, I will,” the Laird told her. “I’m comin’ to get what is mine.”

Cayden lunged, and Iris gasped. He grabbed the hem of her dress, and she braced herself for him to rip it from her body, but he didn’t. He repositioned his knees closer to her and gently lifted the dress up her body, revealing her knees, then thighs, wet center, and midriff. Iris shifted to allow the dress to pass over her upper body. The Laird was careful to remove the dress without removing her thin undergarment below.

Iris did not know she could feel such pleasure from having her dress removed so slowly, but she could feel the Laird’s eyes on her, taking in every inch of her creamy skin, and coveting all of it. The juices flowed from her core at such a simple action, and she thought she might explode as soon as he touched her down there.

Especially if he touches me with his tongue again.

The dress came up over her head, and when it was removed, the Laird was before her. He leaned in until there was barely a hair between his lips, but when Iris reached out with her lips, he pulled back.

“Please don’t sto?—”

Cayden moved in for the kill, pressing his lips to hers, and then pulled back and moved down to her neck, biting gently before moving back to her lips again. This time, she bit his bottom lip to stop him from going anywhere, and he let out a satisfied growl. When she let go, he forced his lips down and pinned her to the bed. His tongue invaded again, and they jousted before he moved back to her collarbone.

It was too much for Iris. She wanted his lips on hers, but she wanted them on her neck, too, and her body. And she needed his hands all over her. She finally gained control of her limbs and wrapped them around his back, digging her nails in. Another growl came from the Laird, much louder this time but with the same tinge of pleasure.

He drew a path over her body with his lips, moving between her lips, then neck, lips again, and down to her pebble-like nipples below the almost-sheer fabric.

Iris had had enough, and she reached down to the hem of her undergarment and pulled it up over her head. She grabbed Cayden again, dug her nails back into his back, and pulled him down onto her body with as much force as she could muster.

Cayden fought back against her attack, pulling his body up and then burying his head in her breasts. He bit and licked at her chest, breathing out onto her breast in hot gasps. She moved her hands from his back to his head, pushing her fingers through his hair. He licked at her pert pink nipple, flicking it with his tongue but not lingering for long anywhere. Iris ached for him to pleasure her body as he left to move on to the next part of her, but as soon as he touched her somewhere else with his hands or lips, she gasped in pleasure. She did not know what she wanted, but the Laird seemed to.

His head moved down her body, leaving goosebumps in its wake as his tongue snaked over her body. He pressed his tongue hungrily to her folds, and she bucked immediately. The juices dripped from her at what was to come.

But it was not what she wanted—not that night.

Iris grabbed Cayden’s head and forced him back up to her. He looked at her with confusion.

“I need ye,” Iris whispered.

“Ye have—” Cayden stopped when he saw the look in her eyes.

“I want to feel it,” she whispered. “We dinnae ken what tomorrow brings, and I want to be with ye—really be with ye.”

“We arenae handfasted yet,” Cayden said, running a hand up and down her naked body.

Iris lost her train of thought for a moment as his hand moved over her breast and then his fingers touched her wetness. Cayden kissed her gently, hovering slightly above her.

“I need to feel it so I dinnae feel…” Iris started.

“Aye,” Cayden confirmed. “If that is what ye want, it is what I want, too.”

“Aye,” Iris hissed as she breathed out.

The warmth of Cayden’s body above her was like a roaring fire. She knew her skin was not glowing, but it felt like it.

“Just go slow,” Iris said, not breaking eye contact.

“I willnae hurt ye.”

“It’s nae that I’m worried about. The pleasure is so much already that if ye go fast, I’ll burst before I’ve had a chance to feel anythin’.”

Cayden chuckled, and the whole bed rocked beneath him. Iris joined the laughter, her breasts jiggling from side to side. She looked up into his eyes and knew it was right. She didn’t need to be wed to him to do this—she loved him, and that was all that mattered.

The Laird turned serious as he stared into her eyes, and he reached down with one hand to remove his underwear while using the other to balance himself above Iris.

It was as if Iris’ insides creaked open and warm lava oozed out. He had barely touched her folds, but warmth came from them in anticipation. She wanted nothing more than to fully feel him.

“Are ye sure?” Cayden asked one more time.

“It’s what I want to feel,” Iris replied.

Cayden stared into her eyes, seeking her soul while he gently brushed her wet folds with his fingertips. He traced a circular path around her opening. He did not break eye contact, his blue eyes piercing into her body, touching her from the inside out. A dual attack on her body that she was powerless to resist.

“I’ll always keep ye safe,” Cayden told her. “Always.”

“Nay more talking, Cayden. For the next few hours, can we pretend it is only the two of us in the world and just enjoy each other.”

The Laird remained serious as he looked down upon her. “Aye, we can do that,” he growled softly.

He touched her opening again, but it was not his fingers this time. He moved slowly, gently probing at her folds and sliding into her. Iris expected some discomfort, perhaps even pain, but her body welcomed him, drawing him in.

“Mmm.” Iris moaned as he penetrated her, and she could not stop moaning, even when he was fully inside.

“How does that feel?” Cayden asked his face still a mask of seriousness.

Iris finally caught her breath and had time to think. “Oh, me goodness, Cayden! I didnae ken it would be like this.”

“This is only the start,” he replied.

He held himself inside her, moving down to kiss her. He pulled back and gazed into her eyes again, holding her look as if the fate of the entire castle depended on it.

“Mmm,” Iris moaned again when he gently drew out of her.

A warmth ran through her core, but ice ran through her veins, each feeling bringing ecstasy in different ways.

Cayden let out a growl as he began to rock back and forth, shifting his rigid member slightly each time.

“Oh!” Iris bit her bottom lip, willing her eyes to stay open and gaze upon him. “Oh, aye, Cayden!”

The rocking of the Laird’s hips hastened. Iris whimpered and used all her energy to keep her body still beneath him. She wanted to buck like a young stag in a spring meadow. It took too much energy, and she clamped her eyes shut and reached her hands out to grab the cotton sheet. She took fistfuls as she opened her mouth wide to let out a low moan from deep within her body.

“Aye, dinnae stop!” she begged. “Give me more, Cayden!”

“Tell me that ye like it!”

“Too much!” Iris shouted. “I like it too much, Cayden. Give me more. Please, give me more.”

“Like this?” Cayden thrust into her deeply, slapping against her.

Iris could not open her eyes, but she could feel the Laird gazing down upon her, seeing her for who she truly was.

Her body became lost as Cayden penetrated again and again and again with his thick sword. Her legs stiffened first, thrusting out toward the foot of the bed, and then her arms, folds of bedsheets still in her fists. Her back arched, and her body bucked upward. Iris managed to hold her body off the bed as Cayden continued to slide into her.

A moment of serenity before her body writhed, and the steel stiffness in her limbs turned to jelly. She wobbled and convulsed beneath him, moaning out in pleasure.

Iris opened her eyes to see the Laird tighten his features and let out a growl like a wild animal. His lips twisted into a snarl, and then he opened his mouth wide in release.

Wave after wave of pleasure racked her body, and a new warmth filled her from inside as the Laird succumbed to his orgasm.

A few final thrusts, and Cayden lowered himself down onto Iris like a warm blanket.

“I… I dinnae ken what to say,” Iris admitted. “Was I… fine?”

“Ye were magnificent, me dear.”

“Can we… I mean, we have until sunrise, dinnae we?” Iris whispered.

“Aye, we do,” Cayden admitted. “We have enough time to be together again.”

“I’m scared.” Iris let go of the bedsheets and gently laid her hands on Cayden’s back.

“Aye, I ken. Dinnae think of that; think only of me, all right? There is nothin’ else right now except for us.”

Iris burrowed her face into the Laird’s neck and tried to think only of him.