Page 60 of Saved By the Highland Beast

“I want ye to release the tension just like that night in the tub,” he commanded in a deep voice as she tried her best to hold back the flood of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. “Let go an’ show me how much ye love me. How good does this make ye feel.”

Her back arched in pleasure as her ecstasy reached its peak. “Dean!” she yelled breathlessly as she panted through the spasms that rocked her body.

Dean’s moans grew louder until he too cried out and collapsed on top of her with a shudder as his muscles tightened before release.

With their breathing synchronized, they lay in each other’s arms until Dean rolled over and placed her head on his chest, allowing the warmth of the fire to soothe their naked bodies.

“That was somethin’,” he said and kissed the top of her hair.

“It sure was.” She giggled and placed her hand with the ring over his heart.

“How are you feelin’ now?” He tilted her chin up and grasped her hand in his.

“Different,” she said after a moment of consideration. “But in a good way. Like I’m the same person, but different somehow. I know exactly what it means when you say we are one. My heart is so full that I don’t think I could ever bear to be away from you ever again.”

“That’s because we are one now, joined together in flesh,” he whispered and kissed her lips. “We never have to be away from each other ever again.” He brushed the strands of her hair from her face. “We can begin preparations for the weddin’ and be married within the week.”

“I would like that very much.” She smiled at him before snuggling back down into his arms. “Now, we just need to decide where we shall live.”

“What?” he asked after a pause. “What do ye mean where we will live? Arenae we goin’ to live here?”

“Well.” She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him as she traced a path down his chest with her finger. “We could stay here, or we could live in London. There’s always my father’s house. The viscount wouldn’t mind if we moved our things in. We would keep out from underfoot.” She bit her lower lip as she waited for his response.

“Sophia… I’m the laird of the castle. People rely on me. I cannae move to another country.”

“Well, that was something we should have discussed before you invited me into your bed, my laird,” she said, mimicking his accent as she glared at him. “You’ve made an honest woman out of me, and now we don’t even know where we shall live.”

“You’re teasin’ me?” he asked after a few minutes of silence.

Sophia rolled her eyes and smirked at him. “Of course I’m teasing you.”

He breathed a sigh of relief before suddenly tickling her sides. “I’ll teach ye nae to tease me.” He laughed as he grasped her arms.

Sophia erupted in a fit of giggles before her breathing returned to normal. “I never want to live anywhere else,” she said. “I want us to stay here in the castle and live happily ever after.” She smiled up at him with her arms pinned above her head.

Dean gave her a peck on the lips before staring down at her. “Now, that is somethin’ that can be arranged.”

The End?