“I canna give ye a sound reason other than something in ma heart tells me I must be there. I dinna ken why, but every time I tell maself to stay here, this consuming need to go with ye washes over me. It’s nae even fear. Aye, I’m scared that ye might die. It terrifies me. But that isnae what this feeling is. It’s more like a premonition.”
“Do ye sense me dying?”
“I sense something is going to happen to one of ye, but I dinna ken if it’s ye. I think it is since the feeling is so strong. I understand why ye dinna want me there, Magnus. I’ve never suggested such a thing before. It never crossed ma mind when Da and the others rode out last year to defend King David against Balliol. Those battles Andrew Murray led were some of the most vicious Da and ma uncles have ever seen. They fought alongside the Guardian of Scotland, and they came home. Nae all Sinclairs did. But I never thought of going with them.”
“If yer conviction is that strong, then I will heed it. But I need ye to do as we tell ye. Please promise me ye’ll do everything ye can to follow Ric’s, Kirk’s, and Wiley’s instructions. I ken I willna stop worrying, but I trust them. I trust ye.”
“I will. I dinna want to distract ye, and I’m sorry that I will. I just feel like it will be worse if I dinna come,mo chridhe.”
“I believe ye.” Magnus kissed her temple before moving her wet locks to one shoulder. He kissed his way along the other as his cock came back to life. They’d already coupled when they entered the tub. He wished to lavish more attention on his bride. She gave him the vigor of a man half his age, her delectable body pressed against his. His hand slipped between her thighs, his fingers sliding into her sheath as the heel of his hand pressed against her pearl. Her head lolled back on his shoulder as her fingers gripped his thighs.
Saoirse could feel Magnus’s cock pressing against her lower back. She knew what she wished to do, but it wasn’t feasible in the bath. However, her body clamored for release. She pressed her breasts together, massaging them as Magnus alternated pinching and tweaking her nipples.
“Magnus, I’m almost there.”
“I ken, Saoirse. Let me feel ye around ma fingers. I want to hear ye sigh ma name.”
Saoirse closed her eyes, relishing every sensation Magnus stirred. She focused on the increasing ache in her core before her muscles spasmed around his fingers. Her breasts rose and fell in the water as she arched her back.
“Magnus,” she exhaled.
“The sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.” Magnus withdrew his hands, unprepared for her to rise and swiftly grab a drying linen. She held one out to him as she ran the other over her body. He stood and accepted it, curious to discover what his bride planned. They were both soon dry, so Saoirse led Magnus to their bed, playfully poking him in the chest to press him onto the mattress. He sat, then eased himself back against the pillows. She crawled between his legs, her hands straddling his ribs as her breasts swung.
She kissed each peak and valley along his abdomen, drawing her tongue along the grooves beside his hips while she wrapped her hand around his length. She stroked his rod and watched him. She riveted his attention to her, as he suspected what she had in mind. She was yet to attempt it, and he hadn’t suggested it. He was certain he would expire when she swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock but did nothing to take him into her mouth. She teased him with long swipes of her tongue from root to tip. When she wrapped her lips around its head and drew on it tightly, his hips bucked. He noticed her smile before she slid her mouth down the length of him. Then she set to work. He felt her hesitancy, but what she lacked in experience, she made up for in effort.
“Saoirse, lass—this is—Holy Mother—I—” Magnus gave up trying to speak. Watching his wife practically swallow him with a temptress’s expression was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. It even trumped their first-time making love when they were in the cave pool. He clenched the sheets and forced himself not to thrust his hips, despite the near pathological need. “Saoirse, I dinna want to finish yet. I want to be inside ye, feel ye climax with me.”
Saoirse lifted her head, leisurely dragging her tongue up his rod before nodding. His hands went around her waist. He lifted her and rolled to trap her beneath him. They’d discovered various positions they enjoyed together. Saoirse reveled in Magnus being on top, where she could appreciate his muscular build and his massive size. She felt precious knowing how much larger he was than her, yet he was always so careful not to hurt her. He appreciated the trust he always saw in her eyes when he hovered over her, ever aware of how tiny she was beneath him. He thrust into her, and they moved with synchronicity borne of a soul deep connection.
“Magnus, more.”
“Whatever ye wish.” Magnus drew back and thrust harder, pressing as deep as he could. Her core squeezed him, holding him in place until he withdrew to surge into her again and again. Her nails bit into his shoulder blades as euphoria crashed over her sooner than she expected.
“St. Columba’s bones,” Magnus groaned, fighting to maintain control. He wasn’t ready for this to end. He knew they needed sleep, so they couldn’t spend most of the night coupling like they wished. He would make this last them until they returned to Dunbeath. He didn’t expect time alone with his wife while traveling with all the men in her family.
He rolled onto his back, bringing Saoirse with him. She leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest as her breasts swung with each rocking motion. His fingers pressed into her hips, but she controlled their pace. He thrust into her each time she bore down on his cock.
“I’m close again.”
“Good.” Magnus felt his imminent release, but the last thing he wanted was to leave his bride unsatisfied. They panted as they strained together to reach the mountain peak, then slid down into bliss as one.
Saoirse collapsed forward, sprawled across her husband. He shimmied until he could draw the covers over them. The movement, with him still buried within her, brought his cock back to life.
I couldnae go again this fast even when I was nine-and-ten.
“Magnus?”
“Aye.” He rocked her hips as she rode him. This time, they moved slowly, drawing out each sensation. But it was only a matter of minutes before they once more reached ecstasy. Sated, they held one another. “We need to sleep.”
“I ken,” Saoirse said just before she yawned. “I dinna want to yet, but I look forward to waking with ye beside me.”
“The only nights I will ever be away from ye are when I’m nae at the keep. Saoirse, there will be nay his or her chambers when we reach Eilean Donan. Seamus and Caroline werenae a love match, and I feel even worse for them now that I ken what it is to have a woman love me from the start. They dinna share a chamber. I dinna want that.”
“I dinna want that either. Even after all these years, they havenae developed any tender feelings for one another?”
“They have. They love each other now, but they began with separate chambers, and I think it embarrasses them to consider sharing one now.”
“I can understand that. Yer parents didna set an example for a loving couple who wished to share their time and chamber with each other. And he’s laird. I suppose there must be pressure to appear lairdly.”
