Angus then thrust two fingers inside her again and again as he sucked. Annabella’s body shot off the bed toward him as liquid ecstasy coursed through her veins, pulsing and making her body shudder and quake so hard she feared breaking the bed.
Before she could calm down completely, Angus settled into the cradle of her hips and placed the tip of his erection against her quivering flesh. He kissed her deeply, and she could taste the sweetness of her own body on his lips.
Angus pressed his erection into her, stopping when she stiffened. He pulled back then pushed in again just a little. Then he raised up on his hands, looking into her eyes as he slowly pushed in all the way, past her maiden’s barrier. Annabella gasped at the tightness. White hot pain shot through her and she tried to breathe through it. Angus bent low and brushed his lips across hers again as he slowly withdrew and then entered her again.
As he pulled back, the pressure released, and each time he thrust, her pleasure returned. Annabella grabbed his shoulders when he pushed in quickly, and the flames she had thought were doused reared up again, and her hips rose to meet his.
His pace, slow at first, picked up and Annabella’s breath quickened. Angus’s face was strained above hers as he gazed deep into her eyes. There was no one in the world at that moment but the two of them, sharing their love and joining their passion together for all time.
Annabella’s body shivered, that now-familiar sign of the orgasm that would come. This time was more intense than before, and somehow she understood that she would only be fulfilled truly by this man in this way.
Angus gripped the pillow on either side of her and rammed hard into her, a low growl rumbling deep within his throat. It was Annabella’s undoing. She thrust her body upward as her orgasm overtook her, and she quaked with him when he strained, his seed spilling into her while their bodies pulsed together.
Annabella’s breathing was ragged—Angus’s, too—as he rested on his arms and kissed her cheeks, her forehead, and then her lips. They shuddered together for long moments after, until Angus slipped from her body and lay on his side, pulling her within his embrace.
“I love you,” he said.
“And I you, Angus MacDonald,” she said.
Her body was weary from the travel and the stress, but she was elated at the passion they had shared.
“Will it be like this always?” she asked.
He chuckled, his eyes still closed. “I believe it will be, with us,” he said.
Though she was bone-tired, she felt like giggling. She supposed such a release was good for more than physical tension. Perhaps it was spiritual, too. She had never been so contented in her entire life, and could easily spend the rest of her days wrapped in his embrace, awaiting their next joining.
“You must have a care when laughing in the presence of a man who has just pleasured you so.”
Annabella looked up at him; he was gazing downward. She followed his gaze and grinned. Even in his post-pleasured state, he was still an impressive man in that regard. Mind you, she could make no comparison, for she had viewed no other manhood before.
“I was not laughing at you, merely wondering what the servants here would think if we conducted all castle and clan business from your bed.”
He chuckled. “It appears I have married a wanton woman. Whatever am I to do with you?”
She grinned and pushed his shoulder so that he lay flat on his back. “I believe I may enjoy the many ways we can determine what you can do with me,” she said, straddling him as her hair rested on his chest.
Something hard pressed against her bottom and she realized that he may be ready to take her again very soon. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, and felt him jerk behind her again. She would love discovering all the ways his body responded to her.
“What do you want from me, wife?” he asked with a smouldering grin.
“I want you to have me in every way imaginable, and then I want you to start all over again.”
* * *
Angus gripped her hips and thrust up into her over and over. There was no end to the intensity of the passion they shared. It was like their bodies were designed for one another, and he could not imagine anywhere sweeter than being buried deep within her body.
She tipped her head back and her breasts thrust outward, begging for his touch.
Still gripping one hip, he squeezed her nipple with his other hand and felt the resulting quiver inside her. He did it twice more, and that was all it took to send her over the edge again. He forced his body to buck with his own explosion inside her. Never before had he orgasmed so much, so closely together.
Annabella’s fingers dug into his sides as her body pulsed around him. He could not resist pinching her nipple one last time to see how her body would react. Her gaze swiftly sought his. Eyes wide, she began moving atop him again. Still partly erect and aiming only to pleasure her again, he slid his thumb in circles around her nipple and mirrored the movement with the thumb of his other hand on her hardened bud. She bucked atop him and clenched his manhood tight in several pulses, gasping for air as she orgasmed again.
The woman was built for pleasure, and he was the luckiest man on earth to have found her. He thanked God for the forces that had brought them together.
When Annabella’s body relaxed atop his, Angus rolled them to the side and held her close, pressing soft kisses on her hair and face—then drifted into slumber.
When he woke, they were still in the same position, but there was light in the room. Dawn had broken, and he estimated they had slept soundly for many hours. He smiled. For the first time in his life, calm settled over him, as if this moment was the culmination of every event in his life. This—she—was the reward for a life of battle, and now he would experience the other side.
