"It's over?" she murmured, unable to believe it. "What… what happened?"
"I'll tell ye everythin' later," he promised, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against his body. "But there's nothin' for ye to fear any longer. The truth will come out, and the rumors the staff and the villagers were fed will be proven wrong."
She swallowed down all of her questions. She trusted him, understanding that the investigation wasn't over. And, truthfully, she thought that he might need time to process whatever had happened. Though she knew that he'd never admit to it.
"I'm just glad it's finally over," she murmured, snaking her arms around his shoulders. He hissed slightly, and she shifted her hold, careful not to disturb the injuries. "And… I'm quite glad that it means we will no longer be interrupted."
"Lady McDonald," Hugh growled, his voice dropping down an octave. "Are ye suggestin' that we consummate our marriage?"
"It's been a month," she said breathlessly as Hugh's head dipped lower; his lips were so close to hers that her mind began to spin. "I believe that I've gotten used to the idea of giving you an heir."
His gaze darkened before he dove forward, connecting their mouths in a bruising kiss. It nearly overwhelmed Anna. She did her best to keep up, meeting his tongue when it pressed against the seam of her lips, begging for entry.
Her knees went weak, and Hugh's arms tightened around her waist. He held her up, his rapidly stiffening member pressingagainst her belly through the layers of clothing. Warmth pooled low in her abdomen in response.
"I finally get the chance to make ye mine," Hugh groaned against her lips, walking her backwards toward the bed. "And I willnae waste it. When I'm finished with ye, there willnae be a doubt in yer mind who ye belong to."
"Yours," she said, feeling almost dizzy with want. "I'm yours, Hugh."
He kissed her again, ravenous with his need for her. His hands flew up her back, and deft fingers began to free her of the confines of the gown. It wasn't until he'd gotten it sufficiently loosened that he broke the kiss.
"Off," he growled, shoving the fabric from her shoulders.
It fell in a perfect circle around her feet. Hugh grabbed onto her shoulders, helping her step away from it before he turned her around. As he worked the ribbon of her corset free, he said, "I've been dyin' to have ye all to meself. I want to see the beautiful body ye have hidin' under all these layers."
She couldn't speak, his compliment landing squarely between her legs. A whimper that was a cross between pleading and permission bubbled out of her throat. He soothed it by stroking the exposed part of her spine. Gooseflesh raised on her arms in response.
Once she was completely bare, Hugh lay her on the bed. Standing before her, his erection tenting the front of his kilt, he took in her body. His eyes caught on the curve of her breasts, the softness of her stomach, the expanse of her thighs.
"Ye're the bonniest thing I've ever had the pleasure of seein'," Hugh said. He began to undress himself, the fire in his gaze threatening to burn her. "And ye're mine. All mine, Anna."
She made another sound, a moan. Then, opened her mouth to whimper, "Please, Hugh."
"Ach, I'll take care of ye," he said, shoving down his kilt and exposing his massive cock.
She took him in as he positioned himself above her. The bandage spanned his shoulder, wrapping around his torso so it would stay in place. And his length… it was thick enough that she wasn't sure how it would fit inside of her.
"Relax," he said, his voice soothing. "I said I'd take care of ye, did I nae?"
Anna finally tore her eyes away from his cock to look at Hugh properly. His desire was written plainly on his face. But so was something else, something that warmed her straight to her core and washed away any lingering fears she had. Swallowing thickly, she nodded.
That was all the permission Hugh needed. He climbed on top of her, kissing her again as she spread her legs, her body begging him for more while her mouth was occupied. He groaned, pressing his hips forward, the tip of his member rubbing through her folds.
"Ye're so wet, Anna," he hissed against her lips, the head breaching her opening, stretching her wider than she thought possible. "All for me."
"For you," she agreed before lifting her head to kiss him once more.
He continued pushing in, holding himself up with his uninjured arm. His free hand slipped between them, finding her clit and rubbing tantalizing circles into it. She jerked beneath him, gasping as he finally bottomed out.
Then, he started rolling his hips in time with the hand that was stimulating her. As the pleasure they'd been denied since the beginning finally began to surface, she threw her head back against the pillows. He took advantage of the opening, kissing her neck as he pounded into her in earnest.
"So bonnie, me Lady," he said, the title rolling through her and making her whimper. "Ye daenae ken how many times I've thought of havin' ye like this."
"Me… me too," she said before the last vestiges of her consciousness left as her orgasm slammed into her.
Hugh pressed their mouths together, greedily drinking in each noise that escaped her. As a roaring wave of pleasure overtook Anna, his hips stuttered. Then, she felt herself being filled even further with his release.
It felt as though their very souls were being further entwined. Their twin climaxes raged like a storm over the ocean. He was her anchor, her hands gripping him so hard that her nails dug into his flesh.
