Page 43 of Tempting the Highland Captive

Amelia nodded her head, urging him to continue, “Please.”

Ron groaned and thrust forward, breaking past the barrier of her virginity and burying his full length inside of her. Amelia cried out in pain but clung to him through it all until the pain passed and the pressure turned to pleasure. “Oh, my love,” he breathed into her hair as he began the rhythmic motion as old as time itself.

Amelia’s body felt as if it would simultaneously explode and melt away. “Oh, Ron,” she moaned, her lips finding his throat. She reached out with her teeth to nip at the skin causing Ron to groan and move a little faster, deeper. Amelia wrapped her legs tightly around his waist moving to meet him with every stroke. Fire licked at her insides, creeping up her body to her brain. Unable to think, only to feel, their pace became that of a frenzied passion until they flew over the edge of the cliff together into the dark high star filled universe of knowing. Their climax was fierce, all encompassing, and they both fell immediately into an exhausted sleep still clinging to one another with Ron still inside of her.

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Ron awoke first, he and Amelia’s naked limbs still entangled. His cock throbbed hard once more at the realization that he was still inside of her. It took all his restraint not to move. She was the most exquisite beauty, lying in the fading light of day. She had given him everything and his heart cried out in loyal devotion to her for it. He had never felt anything akin to the emotions that the Lady Amelia McAlpin had awakened in him since their first meeting. His feelings for her were only tempered by his guilt at not telling her everything about his past.

A stirring beside him, distracted him from his thoughts and he looked up to find beautiful emerald green eyes shining up at him in adoration. “Wife,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her.

“Husband,” she smiled, returning the kiss.

“Ye are good and bound tae me now. Any regrets?”

“Nae, nae a one,” she replied, tracing his whiskered chin with the tip of her finger. “Though it has occurred tae me that I dinnae ken verra much about yer past. What ye said about yer maither before we,” she paused, blushing.

“Aye.” Ron nodded, knowing what she meant. “I was just thinkin’ about that myself afore ye awoke.”

“I ken that ye must be more than what ye said last night. The bastard son o’ a farmer’s daughter is nae likely tae be as adept in warfare or as educated as ye are.”

Ron sighed. “My faither was a nobleman. When I was of an age tae be fostered, he came and took me from my maither. I was trained night and day tae be my faither’s vengeful sword, but I was ne’er treated as more than the bastard I was.”

Amelia’s fingers traced his brow distracting him momentarily. “I am sorry,” she whispered.

“’Tis the past. Ye are my future.” He kissed her again and she moved her hips against him. Groaning he moved inside of her, and she gasped in pleasure.

“We have plenty o’ time for such things as talking later,” she murmured, matching his thrust. Unable to hold back any longer, they made love once more. As she had said, they had an entire lifetime to get to know one another better.