Page 47 of My Scarred Laird
She nodded, obeying his command and fell over the edge moments later, crying out his name as he roared hers into the room as he filled her with heat once more.
He collapsed to his hands over her, and then turned, keeping his cock inside her, and held her close.
“Ye make me lose every ounce of sense I own.”
She smiled, tiredness overtaking her, her body sated and drowsy. “Ye make me do the same.”
She shut her eyes, and the darkness overtook her.
When she woke with the dawn the next morning, she sighed, knowing she needed to get clean clothes and to wash between her legs.
She was more sore than she had been, but when she fell asleep, Callum had still been inside her.
She tried to lift his arm up to get out from under it, but it tightened on her, “Ye tryin’ ta leave again?”
“I just needed clothes.”
He let out a sigh, “Damnation. We need ta move all your things ta my chambers. I doona want ye ta leave my side.”
She smiled, “I ken. I doona wish ta either, bu’ this isna even appropriate. For me ta be in yer rooms. Alone. Naked. Lettin’ ye claim me like this.”
He kissed her, “I doona care. Ye are the only person who matters.”
“No’ even Culloden?”
He shook his head, “No’ even my brother. Just ye Islay. Ye hold my heart in yer hands. Ye are the most important person in the keep ta me. In all of Scotland and beyond. Ye are my love. My life.”
She melted against him, kissing him softly for a few minutes, “Ye are such a sweet talker.”
He grinned, “Only for ye.”
She was starting to see that. That he was gruff and shy with everyone else, but with her? He got to be just Callum and seeing that? It was worth everything to her.
“I have ta wash. I’m a little sticky.”
His eyes went hot, “Damnation woman. Ye canna say things like tha’ ta me.”
“Why?” She asked with an arch of her brow, “Ye are the one who made me sticky.”
“Fooking hell lass.” He choked and then he smiled at her, “I will call for a bath.”
“Do ye have time for it?”
He sighed, “Nay.”
“Then save it for tonight. I can wash up in the basin.”
He kissed her, “Ye are all mine tonight. Will ye come ta see me train with my men today?”
“Wha’ if someone needs my healin’?”
“Then Roberta will ken where ta find ye.”
She smiled up at him, “I canna wait ta see ye train with the guard.”
He grinned, “Go wash up.”
She slipped out of bed, picking up her discarded chemise, and looking over her shoulder at him.
