But she was greedy for more. More of the wild, overwhelming connection between them.
She wound her legs around his hips, pulling him closer, urging him deeper.
He responded, setting a steady, slow rhythm that made her writhe helplessly beneath him, every stroke sending ripples of pleasure to places she never knew existed.
“I—I can’t… oh, there,” she moaned, voice breathless and broken, “Yes, please…”
“So polite, so proper, wife of mine,” he chuckled against her skin, breath hot and heavy. “But I ken exactly what ye need. And I’ll give it to ye gladly.”
Her body trembled on the edge of ecstasy, the pleasure building in fierce waves that left her breathless. Her thighs shook, and her muscles clenched involuntarily, squeezing him tight as she tumbled over the precipice once again, shuddering in a fierce, shattering climax.
“Oh, yes, Elizabeth. Ye feel so perfect around my cock,” he gasped, voice raw with passion and wonder.
Not long after, his own release shook through him, warm and relentless as he spilled inside her, their bodies locked in an intimate, perfect union.
Afterward, they lay tangled and breathless, hearts pounding in quiet companionship. Alasdair held her close, the steady beat of his chest beneath her ear a soothing lullaby.
“Elizabeth, my wife,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
She giggled softly, pressing a palm to his chest, feeling the rapid thrum beneath her hand.
“Husband,” she whispered back.
Before words could come again, their mouths met once more, hungry for more.
In the morning, Elizabeth stirred, muscles pleasantly sore but heart full. The memory of his worship still thrummed through her veins as she stretched languidly beneath the cool sheets.
Alasdair lay beside her, propped on one elbow, his forest-green eyes locked on hers, intense and unfathomable. Though sated, his gaze held a deep hunger that sent a delicious shiver curling down her spine.
“Good morning,” she murmured, voice thick with sleep.
“Mornin’, wife,” he replied, gravelly and warm. “Did ye sleep well?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered, cheeks flushing as his fingers trailed a slow path along her arm, down to her waist and settling possessively on her hip.
With a gentle tug, he pulled the blanket away, leaving her bare and exposed to him once more.
Suddenly, his question made perfect sense, and her blush deepened as she remembered the night before.
“I—yes. I slept well,” she whispered, feeling deliciously self-conscious under his gaze.
Would every morning be like this? She didn’t mind at all.
Alasdair’s smirk deepened, and he leaned closer, voice low and teasing. “Good, my duchess. Because after last night, I ken I may never be done with ye.”
A thrilling shiver rippled through her, body already responding, warm and ready again.
Before she could speak, he rolled her onto her belly with practiced ease, his strong hands lifting her hips to meet him. Vulnerable, exposed, she welcomed the weight of him pressing into her, gasping as he swept a strand of hair from her neck and planted a rough kiss on her sensitive nape.
“I want to take ye from behind, Elizabeth,” he rasped, voice thick with hunger. “Ye need to spread for me. Will ye let me?”
“Yes, Alasdair,” she breathed, nodding eagerly, body trembling with anticipation and trust. “Show me how. Please.”
He chuckled darkly, positioning himself, then gently pressed her face into the pillow to one side so she could breathe. His fingerstraced teasing lines along her wetness, sliding inside slowly, testing, coaxing.
“So wet for me,” he murmured, eyes shining with satisfaction. “So eager, so responsive.”
Two fingers moved in slow rhythm before he withdrew, nudging her with the full weight of himself. She arched back, meeting him as he sank deep in two swift strokes.