will be akin to heaven.” When her fingers lightly brushed the tip of his cock, Angus sucked in a ragged breath.
Gasping, she snapped her hand away. “Did I hurt ye?”
“Nay,” he managed to croak. With a feral growl, he again rolled atop her, this time positioning his member between her legs.
She cupped his face in her hands. “Have I ever told ye how fine ye are to me?”
Angus kissed her, remembering how at first he believed she didn’t care for him. “I’m glad of it.” He moved his cock against her, his thighs shuddering as her steamy moisture spilled over him.
Anya arched and caught the tip of his member at her entrance. Angus could scarcely breathe as her moisture brimmed around him. God on the cross, he could spill in this very moment. But he wanted to make this the most memorable night of her life, show her exactly what she’d been missing. “I’ll try to be gentle.”
She nodded, her hips continuing their seductive swirling rhythm. Merciful saints, Angus was supposed to be the one seducing Anya, but without a lick of schooling, she proved an expert. Slowly, he pushed inside until she gasped.
He froze. “Is the pain too great?” he asked, easing the pressure. “If ye want to stop…”
Her fingers sank into his buttocks. “Nay.” With a firm tug, she urged him deeper. God, he adored this woman. Ever so slowly, he slid into the length of her, and when he reached a wall, he gazed into her sultry eyes full-well aware he’d arrived in heaven.
“Is all well?” he whispered, nuzzling into her neck.
She moved beneath him. “Astounding.”
Angus rocked his hips. “With this act, I am making ye my wife, Anya O’Cahan. Will ye have me as your husband, never to part?”
“Aye. I will be your wife and cherish ye and our children forever.”
Forcing himself to wait, his eyes nearly crossed with his need to thrust. “Ye are my wife, and I am your husband in the Highland way and nary a soul can part us.”
“I love ye.”
“And I love ye as well, m’lady.”
With his pledge, Angus could hold back no longer. A frenzy of passion claimed his mind. While Anya’s fingers gripped his backside, he lost all control, his need growing while her breathing sped. Stars flashed through his vision.
Faster and faster he thrust. Anya cried out, clinging to him for dear life. His heart hammered, as a feral roar burst from his throat. Blessed euphoria pulsed through his blood while, with one last thrust, he crashed into a sea of glorious release.
Angus held himself over her, his head dropping forward as he fought to catch his breath. “Lord have mercy,” he growled, while the rhythm of his heart began to steady.
Pushing up on his elbows, he raised himself high enough to clearly see his wife’s face. Her lips swollen and slightly parted, her heavy-lidded gaze, silken hair sprawling in a mass of tangle, framing her darling face with its splay of saucy freckles. God save him, she defined the epitome of feminine beauty.
With a satiated sigh, he kissed those freckles he so dearly adored. “Was it good for you, lass?”
She swirled her hips beneath him, stirring the passion again. “So wonderfully astonishing, there are no words to describe it.”
“Ye are the world to me.” Breathing deeply, he rolled to his side and pulled Anya flush against his body. “Ye ken I adore ye with all my heart.”
She rested her head on his chest. “And I you, husband.”
Oh, how her words warmed his heart. Angus combed his fingers through her hair, cherishing the softness of it. The woman in his arms made his chest swell with pride—made him want to be a better man. In Anya’s arms he was, not a lord, not a chieftain. He was merely a man who adored this woman to the depths of his soul. And he fully intended to revel in her love until the sun rose on the morrow.
25
While Angus lay on his stomach, Anya applied the avens oil to his wounds. “I reckon Lilas works miracles because these nasty welts look better than they did yesterday.”
His Lordship grunted. “I wish they felt better.”
She coughed out a wee laugh. “I thought ye said ye feel no pain when ye’re in my arms.”
He twisted his head enough to give her a devilish waggle of his eyebrows. “Then crawl back into bed and I shall be healed.”
Anya hummed as she worked in the oil, careful not to let it run onto the bedclothes.