Page 124 of A Maiden for the Ruthless Highlander
The fire threw gold across the ceiling, and he said her name against her throat in a way that had nothing controlled left in it.
This is what I was afraid of wantin’.
I’m so glad I wanted it.
He went faster, and she matched his rhythm, feeling the coil in her stomach.
“Ava,” he said, low and rough. “I cannae.”
“Daenae stop,” she said. “I’ve got ye. Daenae stop.”
He didn’t stop.
And almost immediately, she felt his warm cum inside her. The coil inside her stomach gave way, and she released herself, too.
Afterward, they lay in the firelight as the castle was quiet around them, and somewhere down the corridor, distant, she could still hear the ceilidh. The fiddles wove their way through the stone, faint, warm, and celebratory.
“They’ll wonder where we’ve gone,” she said.
“They’ll ken exactly where we’ve gone.”
“That’s worse.”
“Is it?” He sounded entirely unbothered.
She thought about it. “Nay,” she admitted. “Actually nae.”
He was quiet for a moment. She felt his breathing even out beneath her cheek.
“Ava.”
“Aye.”
“I love ye,” he said again.
She closed her eyes.
“I love ye,” she said. “Now go to sleep.”
“I wasnae goin’ to sleep.”
“Ye were.”
She smiled against his chest and listened to the fiddles, distant and bright, playing through the stone.
Outside, the stars shone over MacGregor land. Their land, with the stag crest on the gate and the candles still flickering in the hall, and Esther asleep down the hall with her lavender plant on the windowsill and her herbal on the bedside table.
All of it, hers.
She had stopped being afraid of it.
She was home.
The End?
