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“Ye’re perfect, mo stór,” he rasped against her aching breast. “Utterly Exquisite.”

He was her darling, too. For now and forever. Until the craggy Highland landscape melted into the ocean, and purple heather stopped blooming.

His shaft pulsed against Bethea’s thigh as she clutched him to her.

“Camden, I dinna want to wait. Please.” She slid her hands down and flattened them against his tight buttocks in a silent plea. “I need ye now.”

He nudged her thighs open with a knee, his hair swinging forward. Passion hardened the angle of his face, yet tenderness glinted in his eyes as he settled between her length, his turgid staff at her entrance.

“I love ye, Bethea.”

Tears sprang to her eyes.

“And I love ye, Camden. So verra much.”

He entered her, slowly and steadily, his immense length stretching her most erotically and deliciously. “It feels so good,” she moaned into his mouth.

She tensed as a sharp, stinging pain announced he’d breached her maidenhead, but with gentle strokes of his fingers and tender kisses, he soothed her. “I promise it will only be pleasure from now on.”

Instinctively, she angled her hips, and then he carried them away, soaring higher and higher with each powerful stroke, until her world collided with the sun and stars in a brilliant burst of exquisite pleasure.

As she floated back to reality, he gave one hard, final thrust, going rigid as he called her name and spilled his hot seed into her womb.

Several blissful moments passed, wrapped in each other’s arms as her heart and breathing returned to their normal cadence.

He rolled off her, taking her with him until she rested partially atop his torso. “Ye are mine for all time now, Bethea.”