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“I want ye to feel what ye do to me,” he whispered against her thighs then gently rolled her stockings down and pushed her petticoat up. “I want ye to ken what ye do to me, Amelia.”
His kisses moved up her thighs and got to where she ached for him. His tongue swept over her, and she cried out from the ferociousness of the spasms that rocked through her.
Amelia bucked her hips off the table, but he did not stop. He kept kissing her there, licking and kissing until she was crying out his name.
Her head thrashed from side to side, and her toes curled inside her shoes. She loved what he was doing to her, and she wanted more of it. His hands massaged her thighs, and she could barely hold back her moans.
Amelia’s body shook with the force of her climax. She drowned in the sensations that rocked through her and made her quiver on his desk.
When Duncan brought his lips to hers again, she kissed him with the passion that burned through her, wrapped her arms around his neck, and clung to him.
His body trembled against hers, and he carried her from the desk to his settee again then lay there with her, and they cuddled. Duncan was still fully clothed while her earasaid and undergarments were rumpled.
Their haggard breaths filled the study, and Amelia slowly sat up on his settee, arranging her clothes as she did. “Duncan…”
“Dinnae say a word,” he whispered and brought her back down on his settee, so they could lie together.
Duncan caressed her arm and kissed the back of her neck. He kept kissing her till she sighed and relaxed in his arms.
They fell asleep without saying a word to each other.
Amelia hoped the bliss would last, and she held onto that hope, but the next time she was awake, she was lying alone in her bedchamber with warm sheets wrapped around her body, and Duncan was nowhere to be found.
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Duncan was in the best mood the next day, even though Amelia stayed on his mind. He remembered every second of the night they had shared even though all he had done was pleasure her.
As he trained with his soldiers, he tried to keep his excitement hidden, but he knew some of his men noticed because he heard murmurs amongst them.
“I am in a good mood, but that doesnae mean I will go easy on any of ye,” Duncan told his men with a light chuckle.
He swung his sword up and down then did a full turn with his feet firmly planted on the ground, so he could dodge another soldier’s blow.
“My Laird,” Matthew soon called to interrupt his flow, and he dropped his sword to his side, then turned around. “A messenger has arrived from MacGregor. I think it is from Arran.”
He handed Duncan the letter, and he opened it in a rush then read through Arran’s words.
I shall bring Yvaine soon. I am still in the MacGregor castle, and I want to make sure I find out what my father’s plan is before I return. Do not worry, I give you my word. I shall return with Yvaine, unharmed.
Duncan had been feeling light this morning after the night with Amelia, and now, he was even more ecstatic. Even though Arran was promising to bring his sister back, he still needed to prepare for anything.
For war.
“Everyone is dismissed,” he said without turning over to stare at his soldiers.
Once they walked away, Duncan marched towards his study, carrying the letter with him, and once he got in, he sat behind his desk and wrote down his reply to Arran.
When he finished, he decided to distract himself by finding Amelia. She was in her chamber when he got there, and Dahlia excused herself before he went in and closed the door.
Amelia was fiddling with some buttons on her earasaid, and she did not turn towards him even as he walked over to where she sat in front of her window.
“Are ye all right?” he asked before touching her shoulder lightly.
She sighed and leaned into his touch. “I missed you this morning,” she murmured, and he let his hands drift down her shoulders.
“I am so sorry for leavin’ ye,” he said first before sighing and rubbing a hand over his face. “I got a letter from Arran. He says he will bring Yvaine back. He gave me his word.”
Amelia got up from her seat this time and turned to face him before he stroked her cheek and ran a finger over her lower lip. It took Duncan time to clamp down the thrill that rushed through him as he stared at her lips.
