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Marion smiled at him, her smile one of relief. Eiric kissed her, pouring all of his love into it, and he felt Marion melt in his arms and against his lips.

“Marry me.”

“What?” Marion asked, pushing Eiric back.

“Marry me,” Eiric repeated. “Right the noo. We’ve already spent too much time apart. I dinna wish to spend a single moment longer.”

“Right now?” Marion sounded astounded, as though she could hardly believe the words that were coming out of Eiric’s mouth. “You can’t be serious! We’re in the middle of a camp! With all these . . . all these dead men! This is where you want to marry me?”

“Fine, we’ll go further into the woods!” Eiric said. “I’ll marry ye again back home, but I wish to marry ye right noo. I wish for us to be together.”

Marion still didn’t seem convinced, but in the end, she nodded, her lips curling into a smile. “Very well,” she said. “There is a clearing nearby.”

With that, Eiric tracked down Edan and the priest who had come with them, marching the two of them and Marion to the clearing.

The stars were shining there, and the moon was bright, almost full. Edan was covered in blood and mud, and Eiric was certain that he looked no better, and even Marion’s dress was soiled and her hair a mess of strands on top of her head, but none of it mattered to him. She couldn’t be more beautiful, and neither could the night, because he finally got to marry her.

Their wedding was a quick affair, despite—or perhaps because of—the constant protests of the priest and his initial insistence that they should wait until they returned to Scotland. In a few minutes, he and Marion were married, and the only worry in Eiric’s mind was that his father would kill him when he found out.

It was a small worry to have. He would take that over the fear of losing Marion.

Once the priest pronounced them husband and wife, Eiric kissed Marion, grabbing her in his arms and spinning her around, much to her delight.

“We should head back to the camp,” Edan said, but Eiric shook his head.

“Ye and the priest go,” he told him. “Marion and I will come soon.”

The look that Edan gave him told him that he didn’t believe him for one second, but his smile was full of his blessing. Once the two men were gone, Eiric turned to his wife, taking her hands in his.

“I love ye, Marion,” he said. “More than anythin’ else. I’ll follow ye to the edge of the world if I must, but I’ll never let us be apart again.”

It was Marion who kissed him then, whispering her own ‘I love you’ against his lips, before her own trailed up to his ear, whispering.

“Make love to me.”

Eiric couldn’t possibly deny such a request. With a hand on her shoulder, he pushed Marion onto the ground before laying on top of her, his lips seeking out hers. He kissed her deeply, hands roaming to her hips with an urgency that he didn’t have only moments prior, his own hips rocking against her.

She was intoxicating, everything from the way she moved under him to the scent of her neck, where he kissed and bit the sensitive flesh. Marion moaned under him, her hands reaching between them to free him from his trousers.

Neither of them was patient enough to remove their clothes. Eiric pushed Marion’s skirt up, bunching the fabric around her waist, his fingers making their way between her legs and finding her already wet with arousal. She made a desperate, keening sound when he circled her sensitive spot with his thumb, legs falling even further apart.

“I want you inside me,” she said, gripping his shoulders. “Please, Eiric. Make me yours.”

It was all that Eiric needed to plunge into her heat, groaning in pleasure as he did. He thought that he would never get used to that feeling of entering her for the first time, a feeling that almost had him come undone in seconds.

Eiric kissed her, drowning the moans that were coming out of her lips along with his own. He moved against her, hands holding onto her hips, lips trailing over her jaw, eyes searching her own with every breath that he took.

He wished that moment between them, under that starry sky, would last forever.

Chapter Thirty-One

“Do ye still wish to go after Lynton?”

Eiric had just returned with Marion from the clearing, and that was the first thing that Edan asked when he saw him. Just like many other things, Eiric had forgotten all about Lynton in the heat of the battle and everything else that followed it, but now the Captain was the only thing in his mind.

“Aye, I do,” he confirmed. “This was a significant victory, but I willna rest until I have Lynton too.”

“Dinna ye think it would be wiser to take Marion home first?” Edan suggested. “I’m nae sayin’ that she’ll be in much danger, but ye never ken what can happen. She’ll be safer in Scotland.”