Page 54 of Kilty as Sin
And then his other hand cupped her mound, his thumb finding the pearl of her pleasure hidden in her curls.
Grace exploded.
‘Twas the only description which did it justice. “Barclay!” She screamed his name as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body, each spasm sending her higher and higher.
Dimly, she heard him roar, felt him tense under her. A spurt of liquid warmth flooded her womb, and she knew—even as a dull haze of ecstasy settled over her—that they were well and truly joined.
Husband and wife.
Exhausted, she collapsed against him.
They lay like that for a long moment, with her cheek pressed against his shoulder. She couldfeelhis pulse, and wondered if he could feel hers.
Finally, his arms came up to wrap around her and shift her to one side. His member, already softening, slid from her. He rolled to the edge of the bed and found a rag, which he used to clean first her—his movements gentle and not at all awkward—then himself.
When he joined her back in the bed, he pulled the blanket over them both and gathered her in his arms.
“Thank ye,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
She smiled. She knew she should thank him—for showing her pleasure, for introducing her to something so wonderful—but right now, shewasfeeling proud of herself. “Ye’re welcome,” she murmured arrogantly. “I was rather magnificent, was I no’?”
A chuckle burst from his chest, and since she was pressed against him, nearly dislodged her.
“Grace, ye ken I have few talents, but I am somewhat of a connoisseur when it comes to pleasure and women.” He kissed her temple. “So, when I say that was the most magnificent experience of my life, ye ken I ken what I’m talking about.”
Oh my. That was really quite wonderful, wasn’t it?
Smiling, she lifted her head to meet his eyes. “The most magnificent?” she prompted.
“I vow it.”
He was too much fun to tease, wasn’t he? “Well…” She pretended to be considering his words, even as her hand skimmed down his chest. “I dinnae ken if ‘tis a fair comparison to make.”
When her fingers brushed playfully against his thatch of hair cradling his cock, he sucked in a breath. “What?” His voice was too strained, too high-pitched.
She continued her serious tone. “After all, we’ve only fooked once, aye?”
“Nay,” he breathed, as her fingertip traced his member, causing it to stir once more. “That wasnae fooking. ‘Twasmaking love.”
She hummed. “I think ‘tis only fair we give ye more opportunity for comparison.”
“St. Pancras bless me,” he groaned, dropping his head back to the pillow. “Ye’re too raw, too delicate.”
“Well, ye’ll just have to be gentle, will ye no’?” When she squeezed his cock, his eyes flew open. “Wedidsay the second time would be nice and slow, eh?”
He pulled her up his body. “Have I told ye how much I love ye?”
Grinning impishly, she dropped her gaze to his lips. “I could stand to hear it again, husband.”
“I love ye, Lady Grace MacGill. For the rest of my days.”
“Good,” she breathed. “Because I love ye, my laird. My Hunter. My Barclay.”
He was grinning when he captured her lips, and she felt her heart leap with joy. This was the beginning of the most wonderful forever.
Epilogue
Payton McIntyre sippedhis ale and watched the members of the court join in the revelry. The King had offered the first toast to Laird and Lady MacGill, and after a moment’s hesitation at the bold announcement, everyone had joined in.
