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as his father or Cuthbert. That I will marry ye fills me with so much joy.”

At seeing a single tear streak down her cheek, Alasdair rushed to her. “Don’t cry. I didn’t wish to cause ye sadness. Not tonight.”

“I am not sad,” Dallis said with a loud sniff. “I’m happy.”

Relief poured, overtaking her when at last he brought her close, holding her against his body. Every inch of his muscular physique that touched hers taut, hard, and perfect.

Once again Dallis fought against pulling him to the bed. The sun would rise soon and although desire was strong, she wished to know what he thought and wished to say. That they had time and opportunity to spend time alone was in itself a gift.

“Come with me,” Alasdair said taking her hand and drawing her to one of the tall windows. “Look outside to the starry night sky. That is what I see most nights as I fall asleep. The only constant in my life has been the night sky. Alone with only my thoughts, I never dared to dream for more. I vow on my life.” He lifted her face with his right hand, while wrapping his left arm around her waist and pulling her close. “I vow to always remain in debt to yer father for giving ye to me as my wife and partner. And like those stars up so high, to be the constant in yer life as long as I live.”

This time when their lips met, the kiss was passionate, a clash of desire and want as they made it into the bed.

Lifting her, Alasdair carried her to the bed and lay next to her.

They explored, kissed and caressed each other. The passion was palatable, every inch of her body on fire.

Their lovemaking was hard, fast and urgent. Alasdair did not hold back, his muscular body rhythmic in its movements, driving and pulling back, pushing her to limits Dallis didn’t know existed.

Thrust after thrust, their bodies moving in unison, Alasdair continued until he gleamed with perspiration and Dallis could barely remain coherent.

Alternating between wanting more and asking him to hold back, she ended up mewling while digging her fingernails into his flesh as time after time, she feared losing consciousness.

Suddenly, her entire being exploding into tiny bits. Dallis cried out unable to gain purchase, floating in a realm much like the sky Alasdair had shown her.

Darkness and flashes of light.

Through the dullness of her senses, a hoarse cry penetrated through, and Alasdair fell over her, spent and shuddering.

“We should speak,” Dallis said while she dressed. “Although I feel very strongly, I barely know ye.”

In truth, he would have preferred to remain in bed with the minx and make love again before morning. However, after only a few moments laying on his chest, she suddenly slid from the bed.

“Why are ye getting dressed?”

Dallis gave him a pointed look. “Because ye and I are not married as yet. My mother would not approve of this.” She motioned between them.

She sat down on the bed and met his gaze for a long moment. “Are ye going to be able to settle? To remain here?”

In his mind, he would withstand being locked in a box for hours as long as he could see Dallis every day. Instead of answering quickly, he considered it.

“I do not know what it is like to remain in one place for long. Since very young, I have never settled. My mother and I would move to different villages to live with relatives for temporary spurts. She feared I’d be killed because of my gift.”

Dallis reached forward and took his hand. “I cannot imagine. At the same time, ye have seen more of this country that I could ever hope to.”

“Perhaps when I become restless, we can do it. Travel together. Short trips, of course.”

Her eyes lit up. “That would be exciting. It could work.”

Alasdair considered that it would mean traveling with guards and in the comfort of a carriage perhaps. Yet the idea of Dallis experiencing new places made him happy.

“Dallis do not worry. I will remain here with ye. Although I had never expected to marry and settle, I know that I can do it and not regret it.”

Lips curving, her gaze traveled from his eyes, to his lips and then to his chest. “I did not expect to marry someone I find so very lovely.”

“Lovely? I am scarred and not what most could ever consider attractive.”

Her soft chuckle made his heart expand. “Then ye