He lifted her and guided her legs around his waist. They trapped his rod between them, and every step he took toward the pool, rubbed it against her bundle of sensitive nerves. She squeezed her thighs and slid along him as the tension built once more.
“Ye shall make me come, and then I will surely need a moment to recover. I dinna want to climax until I’m in ye, Wife.”
“Say that again, Husband.” Saoirse was breathless, but she panted her request.
“I will. Every day for forever, Wife.”
“I will gladly listen every day for forever, Husband.”
Magnus growled as he nipped her earlobe. He repeated it over and over in a hoarse whisper as he waded into the far end of the tidal pool. It was warmest there, the outlet for the spring directly below. The water wore away a natural outcropping, leaving the stones smooth to stand upon. He lowered them until their shoulders were beneath the surface. He guided her hips to take the tip of his cock into her entrance.
“Are ye ready, Saoirse?”
“Aye. Please.”
“We go at yer pace,mo ghaol.”
Saoirse felt the head of his cock press forward as she lowered herself onto him. But it wasn’t long before she felt resistance, and she knew he’d met her maidenhead. She drew back before dropping onto him. Magnus thrust at the same time, sheathing himself to the bollocks. He hadn’t meant to enter her so far, but their movements drove him into her. He watched her expression, witnessing the surprise, but none of the pain he feared.
Saoirse forced her mien to remain neutral. The surge of pain was brief but intense. However, she wouldn’t let that discomfort register on her face because she knew it would ruin the moment for Magnus. The tenderness in his gaze melted her heart, and she wanted nothing to mar this moment. With a deep breath, the sting eased, and she was curious about the sensations her husband created within her.
“What do I do?” Saoirse kept her voice low, not wanting her naïve question to echo in the cavernous expanse.
“Wait.” The word came out strangled as Saoirse shifted, and Magnus tried to keep from climaxing. He’d never been with a virgin, and he was unprepared for how tight her sheath would be around his sword. He no longer feared hurting her since no pain registered with her, but he feared finishing before she began. When she chuckled, her core contracted around him, eliciting a groan.
He guided her hips to ride his length as he thrust into her. With a moment to collect himself, he relaxed and focused on pleasuring his bride. They kissed along each other’s jaw, cheeks, and nuzzled the crook of one another’s neck. Saoirse’s hands roamed Magnus’s shoulders and back as his squeezed her ample backside. She was petite in stature, but her body was curvaceous. He preferred her physique to the thinner women he’d known over the years. Everything about her was perfection in his eyes—and his hands.
“Mo ghràidh, gràdh agam ort.” My darling, I love ye. Magnus’s heart swelled as Saoirse spoke when he did. They froze, and their gazes locked.
“I wondered if we’d be like Mama and Da one day and think so much alike that we said the same thing. Do ye think we might be like that already?”
“I think so. Ye’remo chompanach anam.” My soulmate.
“And ye are mine. I feel complete with ye. I feel like a better and stronger version of maself.”
“I feel the same.”
Their kiss signaled the end of their conversation as their movements increased. The lapping water around their bodies increased the eroticism of their coupling, heightening their desire and pleasure. Magnus felt Saoirse’s stiffen as her climax washed over her. He thrust twice more before he joined her. As his seed filled her, he wondered if they were already building a family together.
Saoirse’s mind wandered beyond the immediate as the euphoria waned. The prospect that they might have created a new life excited her, but a wave of selfishness crashed over her as she realized she wasn’t ready to share Magnus any more than their duties would already require.
“It’ll happen when it’s supposed to. Until then, I will cherish every moment that is ours.” Magnus knew her mind wandered to the same thing as his. She nodded, and they exchanged a brief kiss. The crashing waves reminded them they couldn’t linger much longer. They used Magnus’s plaid to dry themselves before dressing. He helped her back onto the sand, and they walked away from the lapping waves.
“I’m happy we came down here alone. I couldn’t imagine a better way to share our first time together.” Saoirse stood on her toes and kissed his cheek.
“It was incredible, wee one. I would lock us away for a sennight, only allowing anyone in with food and a constant supply of warm water, so we never have to get out of the tub.”
Saoirse giggled. “Can ye imagine how wrinkled we’d be?”
“I can think of something ye’d keep straight.” Magnus waggled his eyebrows as they put their stockings and shoes back on. They climbed the path to the top of the cliffs and turned toward the keep. Magnus’s brow furrowed as he noticed a flash of reflected light coming from the trees near to the keep. He reached back and withdrew his sword. “Saoirse, if I tell ye to run, ye dinna stop until ye’re through the gate. Ye find yer da or one of yer uncles or yer grandda. Then ye go to our chamber, and bar the door.”
While Magnus shared a room with Thormud and Torquil, maids had scrubbed the chamber from top to bottom with every piece of fabric changed. Once it was clean, Siùsan had locked the door with her chatelaine’s key. Saoirse would have to find her aunt to unlock it, but she wouldn’t argue.
“What’s happening?” She tried to look around him, but Magnus switched his sword to his left hand, just as comfortable with it there as when it was in his right. He shielded her at his side, away from the trees. He hurried them along the path, his eyes darting as he swept their surroundings.
“I dinna ken, but I’m certain I saw sunlight on metal. It was the reflection ye get when the light hits a sword.” Magnus didn’t stop scouting the area as he hurried Saoirse closer to the keep. When they reached the postern gate, he sent Saoirse inside to their chamber. Without discussion, they both knew she would move into the chamber Magnus had occupied when he wasn’t ailing.
He watched her enter the keep before he jogged to the steps up to the battlements. He looked around until he spied a member of the laird’s family. “Mòr!” He weaved his way past guardsman manning their stations.
