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“Stop it, an’ do it right,” she chided, with a flick of her hair, that whipped him in the face. He could feel her hot breath on his neck, tempting him in.

“What, are ye sure ye want it?” asked Neacal, in faux innocence.

Teasag glared at him, in almost hostile passion. “Dinnae ye dare stop noo,” she warned, making Neacal hide his delight.

“Braw,” said Neacal, sliding his throbbing member back through her legs and deep inside her. Within moments she gave a gasp as he pushed back harder and deep, right inside the heart of her, as the pair of them thrashed to the beat of their own tune.

Neacal couldn’t help but watch the change in her face, as she melted from extreme concentration into his arms, moaning and sighing as he thrust himself in deep.

“Deep enough for ye?” he teased, as her firm walls tightened around her. Jings she felt sweet, her flesh caressing and ribbing him into tender bliss.

Teasag didn’t answer but slapped the side of his thigh, stinging him deep up his spine and reverberating within him.

“Och,” he groaned, as, deep within her, she reached for his balls, stroking and cajoling them firmly, as he felt himself come.

His fingers grasped at her smooth shoulders as he held on tight and reached his climax. Inside Teasag’s eyes, a smooth fervor was building. He could see it in her eyes as her ecstasy peaked.

At the same time, Neacal could feel himself tighten, a deep wave of joy rushing through him. Ardently, he pressed himself into her, nudging into her tender flesh.

Then, they held each other tight, as, finally, he shed his seed deep inside her.

“Oh!” gasped Teasag, her slim face pink with delight. Grabbing her tightly, Neacal wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

“I love ye,” he said unexpectedly.

He hadn’t been planning on saying those words. In fact, they had just popped into his head.

At that moment, it was hard to know who they had surprised the most, her or him.

Lazily, Teasag looked around, raising her head, and grinning sleepily. “An’ I love ye too,” she said, before settling into his arms and drifting off to sleep.

Neacal watched her sleep, with an ache in his heart. All he wished was to stay here, right by Teasag’s side.

And yet, in less than twenty-four hours, he might be either imprisoned or dead.

At least, though, he thought as he caressed Teasag’s hair gently, he hadn’t died without first experiencing this moment.

Now he could cope with anything.

CHAPTER THIRTY

“N eacal?” Teasag was just in time to catch him departing the ramshackle cottage. From out of the tiny gap which served as a window, she glimpsed him, pushing his way down through the path.

The summer had brought a slow creeping of weeds ever closer to their door, and the entire village looked as if it were retreating into the undergrowth of the forest.

“Neacal. Come back!” Teasag commanded, her voice reaching out into the undergrowth.

At the sound of her voice, Neacal cocked his head, looking back at her urgently. “Teasag, please, dinnae try to stop me, it’s better like this,” he said, but Teasag was having none of it.

Hastily, she dressed, all fingers and thumbs as she attempted to lace her stays in double-quick time. Then, she pulled up her arisaid and darted to the front of the house.

Neacal was just about to disappear over the long grass and into the trees when the sight of her stopped him.

“I cannae believe ye were going to leave like that!” cried Teasag, hurt. Her head was a wreck. Last night had been tender and sweet, and now, suddenly, Neacal was leaving, just like that.

The memory of their passion washed over her, filling her with desire. Everything about their night together swirled around in her head, inciting her need for more. She needed him like crazy.

Seeing her hurt, Neacal froze. He gazed at her strangely. It took some time for Teasag to see that he was as hurt as her.