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“I think ’tis tiers clenched Prole fluidbed There, she stretched out in a shas and arms
“What’s under that kilt?”
His smile teased “Need”
Only a clasp held his plaid in place One quick tug and he showed her He wore only the kilt and nothing else
His need looked ready and wanting
“Now, dear wife, hoill I unwrap this present of mine?” he asked as he stretched out beside her
His lips caught her throat “Slowly, I think”
His hands traveled the path hers had The silk was cool in his hands Under it, her niles displayed her passion, pushing against the cloth
He spread his fingers along her sto for more contact
He stopped short of where she wanted his hand to go, and traveled back up to cup the fullness of her breast He would tease her, and make her want before he possessed
Her handstodays, Duncan I thought I would die
Death could never be so sweet
He peeled the silk from her shoulders With her ar how ift and hoould savor each layerAh now, look at this Such a lovely navel
His lips explored her abdomen, his beard scraped her skin She bucked beneath his touch The silk dipped lower, exposing the swatch of hair covering her sex
“And this,” his accent thickened, “this I need to explore hly”
Please He lowered the silk to her ankles With a slight kick of her legs, the small piece of cloth sailed to the side of the bed
His lips traced her hips, her thighs An ocean of desire threatened to flood her before he finally found her center
Tara wanted to tease him Had done so shamelessly, but noas the one in control, and his slow pace maddened her He devoured her, lick by lick He flooded her thoughts with i her core, a pleasure she had yet to experience “You’re driving er I take, thekisses explored her thighs Heart racing, she pleaded with hi puffs of hot air onto her sensitive skin
When he pressed his ue and teeth drove circles around her
Cries of pleasure at the intis Her hands clenched the sheets balling theh her blood
With every h her lied him to take her “Please, Duncan, I need you in me All of you”
He pulled up and in one swift es
“Heaven,” hehimself to the hilt in her warmth With each thrust he branded her his