He took a step forward, looking bigger and manlier than she had ever seen him.
“What castle is that, lass? Ye are livin’ here with me.” His voice was a low growl as he took another step forward, so close that he could have reached out and touched her, but he stopped, seemingly waiting for her to give him her permission.
Leah looked out at their estate before her, at the rolling hills and rolling clouds above their heads. “In truth,” she said softly, “I never want to leave this place. I would never leave somewhere so beautiful to return to England.” She looked back at him. “And I do not wish to leave you.”
She gasped as he gripped her waist and pulled her against him. He took her mouth in a fiery kiss, thrusting his tongue againsthers and aligning their bodies perfectly as the wind rustled through the branches of the trees nearby and ruffled her hair.
She was breathless when he released her, but only to push her back against the wall of the castle, grinding his hips against hers as her back collided with the stone, and she looked up at him in shock.
“I love ye,” he said earnestly. “I believe I have loved ye since I pulled ye out from under the seat in that carriage. Ye are stayin’ here with me, and all this talk of separate lives is over.”
“That was your idea,” she protested but could not help the smile that tugged at her lips.
“Aye, well, I was wrong. Ye’re mine, lass, and that isnae goin’ to change.”
“Yours?” she asked coyly as his hands moved down her waist and he pressed his body against hers. “We are married, yet we have never shared a bed, My Laird,” she said boldly, feeling the heat of a blush suffuse her cheeks again. “I am not yours yet.”
He ground his hips against hers again, and she shuddered as she felt his hard length through the layers of her dress.
“Och, aye, who needs a bed?” he asked.
Suddenly, his hands lifted her off the ground and spun her in place, laying her down on the grass beneath them, right there beside the castle.
Leah shuddered beneath him, and she gasped as he lowered his head to plant open-mouthed kisses on her neck, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Ye’re mine,” Magnus grunted, hovering above her as his hands caressed her breasts, his eye roaming over her skin with a hunger she had never seen before. “I am goin’ to take ye right here, in the open, for all the world to see, as me wife. And I may nae let go of ye for some days to come.”
Leah shivered, shaking her head. “We can’t. Not here. Let’s go inside.”
She made to pull herself up, but he gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head, and she cried out at the thrill of being so overpowered. She might dislike it when men dictated what she had to do, but it appeared she had no issue with Magnus taking control of her body.
“Ye will lie here and take it, wife of mine, because ye belong to me,” he purred darkly, and she trembled as he brought his mouth down on hers, his heavy weight pressing into her, one hand pinning her wrists while the other ripped at her dress.
She felt fabric tearing, and she groaned as she lifted her hips to meet his, fresh arousal flooding her at his rough, angry movements.
“I hate this dress,” he growled. “It reminds me of the day ye came to me when ye were desperate and alone, and I hate that ye wore it today when ye were leavin’ me. I shall burn it once I have torn it off ye.”
She cried out in surprised pleasure as he tore the fabric away, kneeling before her to pull the garment off and flinging it behind him, leaving her lying in only her undergarments on the side of the lake.
“You are mad,” she declared breathlessly, but she could feel his desire rolling off him in waves as he ran his hands up her body, over her stomach and the mounds of her breasts.
“Even when I saw ye the first time, I thought ye were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and I havenae been proven wrong yet.”
Leah arched her back as his thumb and forefinger pressed against her nipple through the fabric. But then, deciding he no longer wanted barriers between them, he pulled at the neckline of her shift and pulled it down roughly to expose her breasts, plunging downward to wrap his lips around a bud and roll it gently between his teeth.
Leah felt a rush of heat between her legs, plunging her hands in his hair in shock as he licked the erect bud. His hand released her wrists in order to trail down her body and massage the dewy folds between her legs.
“I have been waitin’ to touch ye for what feels like a lifetime,” he muttered as he moved above her, his body huge and strong against hers, his eye roaming over her.
He smelled wonderful, like earth after a storm. A heady scent that she was becoming addicted to, and when he took her mouth, she could taste cinnamon on his tongue as he ground his hips against hers over and over, coaxing a groan from her.
Suddenly, she felt his fingers pull the bottom hem of her shift roughly up and over her legs, exposing her completely for all the world to see.
“Magnus!” she cried.
“I think ye like it,” he murmured, pulling away from her and licking a path up her neck as she shuddered beneath him. “I think ye like being touched like this in the wild, where ye belong.”
“Yes!” she whispered as his fingers found the spot between her thighs that made her wild with desire.
