Page 44 of Seduced By the Reckless Highlanders
Murdoch watched her expression change as she opened her eyes in wonder at the sensation that was building inside her. He smiled. He could feel his climax approaching, but he knew it would be fiercer than ever before because of the wonder on Keira’s face.
Keira felt as if she was climbing a stairway to the stars. With every thrust of Murdoch’s body, a dart of pleasure shot through her, building up into a sensation that was better, harder, and stronger with each stroke. She felt desperate for a moment, for she seemed to be stretching for something she could not reach. Then it was upon her, a wave of ecstasy that crashed over her, making her scream with pure pleasure. On and on it went untilher body, spent and shuddering, passed down into a state of peaceful languor.
As soon as Murdoch heard Keira’s shout of joy, his own climax swept over him, the strongest he had ever had, and he collapsed onto her, then rolled her over so that they were facing each other.
Keira was still trembling. Every few seconds another delightful little spasm of delight would shake her, but gradually they faded away and stopped. She found herself lying on her side facing her husband, who was smiling at her tenderly.
Murdoch cupped her cheek with his rough hand and studied her face minutely for a few moments.
“Was that what you expected?” he murmured.
“No,” Keira replied softly. “It was more…much more. I have never felt… I felt as though I could touch the stars.”
“So did I,” he murmured as he kissed her softly. “I have never felt this way before either. Perhaps it is because I love you so much.”
“I hope so.” Keira’s voice was a murmur, and her eyelids felt heavy. “Does it always feel like that?”
Murdoch smiled. “I will make sure that it does, Keira, because I would do anything for you, and if anyone ever tries to harm you, I will protect you with my life.”
“I am so glad I found you,” Keira whispered. “I am yours now, Murdoch.”
“And I am yours,” he replied. “Forever and always.”
They lay in contented silence for a while until Keira gradually drifted off to sleep. Murdoch watched her for a while, smiling, wondering how he had managed to live without her for so long. She made every masculine instinct he possessed sharper and more forceful. Indeed, she made him want to be a better man just to make himself worthy of her. Was he being foolish? He supposed he was, but he did not care. Keira deserved the best.
“I love you, my sweetheart,” he whispered.
When sleep finally claimed him, he was holding her tightly in his arms, smiling. Even if he never managed to rise from bed again, he thought, he would die happy.
EPILOGUE
Keira found out that she was with child barely two months after the wedding. After numerous bouts of nausea and a few dizzy spells, her new maid, Moira, advised her to seek the advice of the local midwife, and her pregnancy was confirmed. It was a shock, but a delightful one, and Murdoch was delighted.
“I cannot believe I’m going to be a father!” he cried in disbelief, his green eyes shining with love as he gathered his wife into his arms. “Thank you, my sweetheart!”
“It was entirely my pleasure,” Keira replied, laughing softly.
Five years later…
“Gavin!” Murdoch cried. “Not like that! You will hurt yourself!”
He removed the wooden sword from his son’s hand and was met by a resentful scowl from his dark blue eyes. The four-year-old warrior had been pointing the weapon at his own chest, which was protected by the padding from an old quilt, but Murdoch was a very protective father.
He loved both of his twins, Gavin and Gregory, equally, but Gavin was the more active and adventurous of the two, and often the person he needed to be protected from was himself.
Gregory was able to keep up with his boisterous brother most of the time, but he was by far the quieter and more sedate of the two, preferring to learn with his mind and his eyes than engage in Gavin’s rough-and-tumble pastimes. Now, he watched as his enormous father fought his twin brother while kneeling on the ground. Both of them had wooden swords, although Murdoch wore no padding. Even so, the scratchy little weapon could still cause a nasty cut or graze, and Murdoch had the scars to prove it!
Now, abandoning Keira, who was sewing, Gregory decided to join in the fight. He picked up his wooden weapon and charged at his father and Murdoch took a direct hit as the point of his son’s sword caught him in the middle of his abdomen.
“Two against one is not fair!” he protested, pretending to be hurt as he rubbed his stomach.
The boys guffawed with laughter. “You are bigger than us!” Gregory pointed out, then he walked up to Murdoch and commanded, “Lay down your sword!”
Pretending to be defeated, Murdoch did so, then stood up and bent down to tuck both of his sons under his arms and walk around the courtyard with them. Both of them squealed delightedly, kicking their legs and punching their father on any part of his body they could reach.
“I suppose nobody wants scones with cream on them?” Murdoch asked airily. “Maybe I will have to eat them all myself. Would you like some, Mammy?” He raised his eyebrows and looked at her inquiringly.
“Yes, I would!” Keira replied, licking her lips. She stood up and rubbed her tummy.
