Page 63 of The Laird's Unwanted Wife
Hot—so hot—how could anything feel so hot? Aileen found it suddenly difficult to breathe, found her legs squirming in his grasp. A familiar sensation overtook her body, as if something once started was finally going to be finished.
She managed to point to the room across from Mollie’s, gasping as Gerald practically kicked the door down and crossed the room with great expediency. “Gerald! We couldnae possibly…”
He set her across the bed, his shirt already undone and pulled over his head. Aileen watched as her husband completely stripped down to the bare essentials, unable to stop herself from marveling at his physique. Gods above, but he was beautiful.
Perfectly carved by forces far beyond her understanding. She found herself sitting upright, her hands set against her chest with a nervous exhale. This was happening—this was actually happening.
“Say the word,” Gerald crooned. “Say the word, and I’ll make ye me lady at last.”
Yes. Gods, it’s all she ever wanted to hear. “Close the door first,” she squeaked out. “Its latchdoeswork, so …”
A mischievous grin crossed Gerald’s lips as he obeyed. The door clicked loudly, sending a pleasant shiver up Aileen’s spine. She quickly worked to free herself of her bodice, the lacework of strings loosening enough for Gerald to suddenly appear once more and pull it over her head.
Next came her gown, and then—this was the first time she was fully exposed to him, Aileen realized. A slight chill lingered in the air, perking her nipples immediately.
A pleased growl escaped Gerald’s throat as he immediately set upon her, his lips kissing between the crevice as his hands held his body just above hers. It was like being trapped beneath a passionate beast, a wolf that had finally caught the fleeing deer.
Excitement coursed through Aileen as she ran her hands through his hair, digging into the back of his scalp as he kissed along her neck, beneath her chin, and finally, her lips. His cock was so hard, tempting her inner thigh as they continued to kiss, to touch each other; her core was building so much quicker than last time, whatever cold she once felt was completely absent.
“I ken I have to earn yer trust back,” Gerald groaned, one hand cradling Aileen’s face as the other held the full brunt of hisweight off her lithe body. “And I’ll start doing so here and now, and continue doing so for the rest of our time together.”
She panted heavily, legs curling beneath him as his member continued twitching against her.
“Say the word,” he rumbled, kissing her lightly once more. “Say the word, and I’ll make ye mine.”
Aileen finally caught her breath, her back arching as she caught him in a surprise kiss. As they pulled away, the startled delight in his eyes was infectious, and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Aye, Gerald. It’s all I ever wanted to hear ye say.” She wasn’t ready for the sudden pressure between her legs as he inserted himself, and wasn’t prepared for how much more filling his cock would be in comparison to his finger. But it was just as invigorating, especially as he began to rock against her body in a slow, rhythmic pulse.
It was strange—not so long ago, she found herself terrified of this moment. Of failing in her duties, of leaving her husband dissatisfied. She should have known Gerald could never think such things, could never see her as anything but the woman he loved.
And the love she felt for him only intensified as he continued to lead, continued to thrust and grunt and kiss and adore a body she once found unwomanly. The pressure in her built dramatically—far faster than when he’d used his hand alone—and his pace began to quicken, filling her faster than she ever thought possible.
And then, finally, at the highest moment, where Aileen thought herself unable to hold everything together, she erupted in a clamorous yowl, her nails digging into her husband’s back as he enveloped her completely. This is what it meant to be complete; this is what it meant to truly be husband and wife. And Aileen would experience such euphoria for the rest of her life, so long as she lived.
EPILOGUE
TWO YEARS LATER
“All right, Bannock. Wait!”
Gerald watched as Mollie swung her arm forward, throwing the stick farther than ever before. He eyed Bannock at her side, her tail patiently wagging as she remained seated. A tense silence hung in the air, everyone waiting with bated breath for Mollie’s command. But before she could say it, a trio of puppies suddenly stumbled past her, yipping excitedly as they stumbled through the slushy snow.
“Hey! Snowdrop, ye’re supposed to wait, too!” Mollie groaned loudly, her boots crunching against the ground as she took off after the puppies. “Evergreen, Shortbread! Come on, guys, stop!”
Gerald couldn’t help but chuckle as Mollie awkwardly ran. She was clearly still getting used to her sudden growth spurt, her longer legs ambling and tangling under her feet. He glancedtoward Bannock, noting the greying hairs of her chin as she still waited patiently in place.
“At least one of them is obedient,” Aileen snickered, wrapping her arm tighter around her husband’s.
Gerald placed a gentle kiss on her forehead in return. “Ye think Mollie runs a bit like …?”
“A newborn fawn?” Aileen laughed, snorting loudly as Gerald flashed a playful scowl her way. “What? Ye were thinking it, too! And I’m allowed to say it. She’s me sister.”
“Aye, but I’m her Da,” Gerald insisted. “And I command ye nae to say suchawfulthings about her.”
Aileen’s brow rose, a mischievous smirk crossing those beautifully red lips. “It’s that an order from Mollie’s Da, or from the Laird of MacLiddel?”
Gerald slipped his arm around his wife’s waist, revealing her squeal as he dipped her low, their noses practically touching as condensed breath drifted between them. “What if I said it was an order from yer dear husband?”
