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Next was her hair. He took his time to lather her strands with soap, and he massaged her scalp gently till she sighed and tossed her head back.
“You saved me,” Amelia whispered. “Thank you.”
“I will do anythin’ for ye, Amelia… Anythin’.”
She drew in a deep breath, and her voice shook a bit when she asked, “Will Arran ever forgive you? Have you lost a friend to save me?”
Duncan was quiet for the longest time, and Amelia feared that saving her had risked his relationship with his best friend.
When he finally spoke, his voice was steady. “Arran will miss his faither and the man he was in the past, but he understands. I couldnae have let him kill his faither himself… It had to be me.”
They both fell silent after that, and Amelia let her nerves settle as she basked in the warmth of the water lapping over her skin and the quietness around her.
When he finished with her hair, he carried her out of the tub and dried her body with another dry cloth while she stood in front of the bed. Her skin was hotter than ever now, and he did not think he could hold himself back any longer.
“Amelia,” Duncan growled in a shaky tone as he ran his hands down her naked body and traced the curve of her hips.
She put her hands on his chest, and he sucked in a deep breath to steady himself when she whispered, “Make love to me, Duncan.”
Duncan wanted her. He had always wanted her, and there was nothing stopping him now. He would not wait any longer.
“Are ye sure?” he asked as his eyes searched hers. His breath hitched in his throat as he waited for her response.
Amelia’s breath came out in larger puffs now, and Duncan lowered his head till his lips were inches away from hers.
“I am sure,” she answered, and he needed no other words as he dipped his head and took her lips for the passionate kiss that he craved more than anything else.
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His kisses ran down her skin as he lowered her to the bed. Amelia parted her legs when he nudged them wider apart, and feeling the insistent nudge of his hardness on her already wet and aroused core was enough to make her writhe her hips beneath his.
“I need you,” she gasped when he pushed her legs open and began kissing her in the spot where she ached the most for him. His thumb caressed the soft nub there, and her fingers gripped the sheets hard.
“Amelia,” he cried out when she dug her nails into his back.
Amelia was spiraling, loving his kisses and the slow motion of his thumb. When he licked her again and sucked, she gasped and arched her hips into his mouth.
“I want to love every inch of yer body,” he told her while kissing his way up her body again.
Duncan linked their fingers before he brought his lips to hers again, and she tasted herself when he kissed her.
“Ye complete me,” he whispered, and it only made her burn hotter for him.
“Duncan,” Amelia breathed before moving her hands down his chest. She began undoing the buttons of his leine, so she could touch his bare chest.
His skin was smooth, his muscles hard, and she wanted to touch every part of him, so she trailed her hand down to his waist and stroked his hardness.
Duncan’s responding growl egged her on. Amelia felt the quiver in his muscles as she touched him all over.
She touched his belt, and he moved away from her then returned completely naked. When he kissed her again, she drowned and let her mind float away.
In his arms, there was no pain or worry, only the rush of desire that pushed her into wanting more of him. Duncan brushed his hands over her hair and spread kisses over her face till she melted in his arms and begged him.
“Take me, Duncan. Take me, now.” She gasped when he pushed into her at first, and she whimpered, unable to stop her thighs from quivering. Every thrust of his hips brought her closer to the edge. She dug her nails into his back and cried out.
Amelia loved what he did to her. His groans filled the air as he thrust into her and raised her right leg to his waist.
“Ye complete me, Amelia,” Duncan groaned.
