at her entrance before bearing down. Her head fell back as he filled her, stretching her in that delicious way.
“I am weak when it comes to ye,” he groaned, pumping his hips upward. “So weak.”
Jenny rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, stroking her hands over the corded bunching of his muscles. “Ye’re strong, Fraser. And I demand ye show me just how strong. Right now.”
Toran sat up, his hands on her rear as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood, with her still wrapped around him.
“Like this?”
“Aye.” He made her feel as light as a feather, beautiful and desired as he stood on his thick, muscled legs and pumped into her.
Jenny clung to him as he carried her toward the table, sat her down on it, and then dropped to his knees, momentarily leaving her body. His tongue replaced his shaft just as quickly, and she was drowning in pleasure once more. She cried out as delicious sensations whipped through her with each stroke of his wicked tongue. Just when she thought she’d die from the pleasure of it, he lifted her once more and plunged deep inside of her. He twisted them around to fall onto the bed, pumping with purpose. Back on the mattress, her legs high around his hips and her hands threaded in his hair, she let her wild husband take ownership of her body the way she’d never thought to allow another being, until she was shattering with rapture and his name was the only word on her lips.
“Toran, Toran, Toran.”
He growled low in his throat as he pumped faster. He too was calling out her name, marked in deep guttural moans with each thrust of his hips against hers. He filled her, utterly, in body, heart, and soul.
“I love ye, ye wee rebel,” he murmured against her ear, pressing hot kisses to her skin and stroking her flesh as she tried to regain her breath.
“Ye’re my everything.” And she meant it. For the one thing she’d not known before was that love was a greater reason to fight—for freedom, for right—than anger could ever be.
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One
The village of Brechin, Scottish Highlands
Year of Our Lord 1484
He’d seen her before.
Lor knew that the moment he looked up from the business he was conducting with his grandfather’s friend. In the midst of a busy marketplace on a glorious spring day, he caught sight of a woman he recognized, which wasn’t unusual in itself, but with this woman, it was.
Lor and the old man with the missing eye had been going over the purchase Lor was making of slag material for his grandfather’s blacksmith stall when he glanced up and saw her. In truth, he saw her only from the back; it was the hair that had his attention. In the sunlight, the red curls glistened like molten fire.
Everything about her caught his eye. She was dressed in a long tunic and braies from what he could see, unusual for a lass, but she’d marched down the road with her basket of skins in her arms in a cadence that seemed much more like a man’s than a woman’s.
Purposeful.
Confident.
He’d seen that walk once before.
“Lor?”
The old man next to him was trying to get his attention, but Lor couldn’t take his eyes from the woman as she walked down the dusty avenue. She was weaving in and out among the villagers on this busy market day, and Lor didn’t want to lose sight of her.
He put up a hand to the old man.
“Wait a moment,” he said. “I’ll return.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. Quickly, he headed out into the street while the old blacksmith watched him with some frustration.
“Where are ye going, lad?” he called after him. “If ye dunna come back, I’ll rob ye blind. I’ll tell yer grandfather that it’s yer fault he was cheated out of a good price for his iron!”
The old man meant it as a jest, hoping Lor would return, but the young blacksmith simply waved him off as if he didn’t believe him, which he didn’t. His grandfather, Nikolaus, and old Albe had been doing business since before Lor was born. He didn’t much believe anything the old liars said.
At the moment, he was on the