Page 42 of Lost with a Scot
Aiden knelt on the plaid and gently urged her down beside him, and then he was kissing her again and she lay back, pulling him down with her. His large, hard body burned against her chilled skin, and whenever his hands touched her, she burned in the best way. He moved her wet chemise up with his hand on her outer thigh, and when she felt cool air kiss her mound, she whimpered in excitement.
“Part yer legs,” he said in a husky tone. He moved his shoulders between her knees and kissed her inner thighs, working his way toward her throbbing mound and the pearl of desire that called out for his touch.
Anna wondered if this too was a dream, one the fairy pools showed her to make up for the sorrow the previous vision had caused. If she was still under the water, still drowning, she would be content to die in this heaven with him.
His mouth touched her core, and she cried out at the unexpected pleasure his tongue and lips brought to the most sensitive part of her body.
“Aiden...” She groaned his name as pleasure exploded through her. She was still dizzy as he sucked on the sensitive nub, and then she was screaming his name, the sound echoing off the nearby rocks.
As the haze of her climax began to taper off slightly, Aiden rose up, his body coming fully down over hers as he entered her, spearing her swiftly. She had but an instant to register the pain between her thighs before it was replaced by the feeling of their bodies joined together. She clung to him, their faces inches apart as he moved upon her, slowly at first, a gentle rocking against her.
His wet hair fell into stormy eyes as he gazed down at her. She was lost in him,lost with him. He braced his arms on either side of her head as he moved against her, driving into her with increasing force. Anna lifted her hips to meet his, the gentleness fading from their desperate mating. Each time he withdrew, she ached with emptiness, and each time he surged back, she was breathless and wild with pleasure. In that moment, they were two creatures of the wild, no different from the badgers in the hedges or the deer in the glens. They were of the land,of each other, and the joining was sacred.
Anna felt her body racing toward that invisible precipice, and she knew once she reached it, she would never be the same. She would never again be whoever she had once been. That Anna from before the shipwreck was gone.
“Be with me,” she whispered against Aiden’s lips, and he moved harder, faster, the two of them diving over the edge together, lost in the pleasure that followed.
It was some time later when Anna felt herself come back into her body. Aiden had wrapped the plaid around them like a blanket and lay on his back, her body curled up against his. Tendrils of her now dry hair drifted along his chest in the breeze, and she watched his beautiful hands play with the strands, spooling them around his fingers.
“Anna,” he whispered quietly. “Will ye marry me?”
She lifted her head. “What?”
“Marry me. Be the blood of my blood, heart of my heart. Let me be that for ye too.”
Part of her knew she should think about this seriously, take her time in answering. She should be rational, but all she could think was—
“Yes.”
He sat up, and she sat up with him. He reached for one of his boots, pulling out a small flat blade that had been hidden in the leather. He pricked his thumb until a tiny drop of blood dewed upon his finger. Then he reached for her hand and smeared the blood on her palm. Then he gave her the blade. With a trembling hand, she pricked her thumb and smeared her blood across his palm. They then clasped their blood-streaked palms together.
“I am now of yer blood, of yer heart,Anna mine,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I am of your blood, of your heart,Aiden mine.” Anna let her voice ring off the rocks and into the distant hills. Whatever else she once was, she wasn’t ashamed to be Aiden’s, nor was she ashamed to claim him as hers. Whatever came next, this moment was hers,forever.
* * *
Aiden madelove to his new wife several more times by the fairy pools throughout the day, and they took turns feeding each other fruits, cheese, and bread, along with some wine. The simple picnic he’d imagined when they’d first left the castle had become a honeymoon, where he dined not only on food but on the sweetness of Anna’s body.
He couldn’t get enough of her. Between moments of lovemaking, they spoke of their hopes and dreams, fears and worries, deep things and silly things, beneath the Scottish October sky. She lay in his arms now, the plaid wrapped around them like a blanket.
“I feel it’s all close to the surface,” Anna said. “My heart yearns to recall things. I can almost see it in my head, but it is still obscured as if behind a thin veil. When you rescued me, it was an impenetrable wall within my head.” Her gaze drifted to the fairy pools. “Perhaps it worked after all, and soon I will remember everything.”
He stroked her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Ye will remember, Anna. Have no fear of it.”
The sun dipped below the horizon, and at last they dressed, ready to make their way back to the castle. Both horses were resting exactly where they’d been left a few hours before.
“Time to leave, Thundir,” he said to his horse who tossed his head. Bob followed suit with a nicker of greeting at Anna.
“I hope no one is worried about us. We’ve been gone all day,” Anna mused. She’d gotten used to the rather free way in which Aiden lived. Joanna and Lydia had done their best to instill some sense of propriety between Anna and Aiden, but they had soon given up when the well-meaning pair had seen how Anna and Aiden had no desire to be parted for very long.
He kissed her before lifting her up into the saddle. “They know ye are safe with me, wife.”
“Myvirtuewasn’t, but I’m certainly not complaining.” She laughed, and the sound filled his heart with rapturous joy.
“We will have to have a proper ceremony in the old kirk for my brothers.” He mounted his horse.
“What’s a kirk?”
