Page 81 of A Highland Lass for the English Duke

Taking her arm, she began to rub him tenderly, softly. Then, for a moment, she paused to open a bottle—a small vial by the bedside—before bringing it to his skin.

"What is it?" he asked anxiously.

Lissie just flicked him about the head. "Wheesht!" she commanded, pushing his face down onto the pillow before applying the liquid to his back and shoulders. "It's a love potion."

Will murmured something before settling his position on the bed as Lissie proceeded to rub his entire body passionately.

The longer it went on, the more he relaxed into it, and Lissie devoured him inch by inch.

By now, she was not just rubbing but kissing him all the way from the nape to the buttocks. And just as Will was moaning for more, she swiftly turned him around and smiled.

"Raring to go," she observed, smiling.

Looking down, she grinned. Will was completely erect and full of passion. But he still glanced at her carefully.

"Are ye sure?" he said, smoothing down her hair. "Because, you know, we don't have to. You can⁠—"

Before he got to the end, Lissie pushed him back down and kissed him. Then, she grinned.

"I'm sure," she said, her eyes flaring provocatively. She was completely naked save for her hair streaming down and covering her bosoms.

Seeing them hidden, Will tutted and uncovered them, feeling them surreptitiously. Lissie immediately began to squeal.

He kissed her again on the face, lips, and eyes. Lissie giggled as he stroked her hair and began to enter her.

Slowly, he nudged inside her, gently easing his way in. Every now and then, he would stop and look at her, and she nodded him on.

Bit by bit, she was getting fuller. A thrusting, warm feeling enveloped her. Will was fully within her and working his way up from gentle tugs to more urgent movements.

"Lie back," he instructed her, placing his hand over her face. It took a while, but Will worked up the vibrations until Lissie did not know her own name.

Everything was him, the warm, deep, filling sensation running deep. At last, Will was thrusting quickly, surging hard and fast inside her. Lissie moaned.

It was too much pleasure. She had only just stopped herself from coming, and now it was happening again. The tidal surge of pleasure swelled up.

Will grasped her near. Hot and sweating, he brought her head to his torso and clasped it deep.

Ripples ran through Lissie. The look of him then, his bright blue eyes shining, his heavy black hair… Suddenly, she felt so proud to have him.

And that was not all. With one last push, Will unloaded himself into her, sending joy oozing out of him and into her.

"Lissie," he murmured, holding her tight. He ran his wrist around her waist and marveled. "I love you," he added, pulling her near. "And you can keep my handkerchief, you shameless minx!"

Lissie collapsed into Will's arms, laughing.

"An' I love ye too, third duke o' Iverst!"

She snuggled into him, burying her head deep in his flesh. The scent of his body unfurled. Sighing, Lissie yawned.

This was where she felt safe.

She had never felt so happy.

EXTENDED EPILOGUE

"No, Brother. I cannot. I cannot come out dressed looking like this!"

It was the start of fall three years later, the eve of Mary-Ann's feast of honor. Tonight was going to be the night she was presented to all of London's society.