Another release raked through her with the force of a wildfire, and her walls quivered around his sword, which seemed to excite Keegan all the more, making him thicken greater within her. The knowledge that his body responded in kind with hers was a potent aphrodisiac, one Willow was quickly becoming enamored by.
“God, lass.” Keegan’s head fell back as he thrust forward. “Ye feel perfect.Better.”
He leaned forward, lifting her hips higher and sinking deeper still.
“I need to hear it, lass. I need to hear it for meself how ye feel.”
A whimper bled from her, and Willow reached for Keegan’s hands, gripping them hard enough to turn her knuckles white. Her husband brutally launched his hips forward, and Keegan was completely fit inside her. Then, Willow forgot for a moment where he ended and she began.
The reach hit something far within her, and Willow yelped before the brief pain melted into a pleasure that demanded more. She could feel herself tighten around him, and Keegan gripped her firmly to begin anew with his punishing pace.
“Keegan!” Willow cried, her body trembling. “It’s so much. I?—”
He grabbed her around the back of her neck, lowering his forehead to hers. “Aye, lass. It’s everythin'.Yeare everythin'. I shall never get enough of ye.”
Willow wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing Keegan to pull her mouth to his as he claimed everything she had to give. It laced fire through her veins, and she relished the way the world dropped away to leave only the two of them.
“Keegan, ye have me. All of me.” She jerked, her body arching up into his as he rocked into her.
Straightening up, Keegan took Willow with him, landing her in his lap as he leaned back onto his knees. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her against him as he thrust up with crescendoing force. His other hand found her breast once more, grasping her greedily.
To be wholly taken like this was a joy Willow couldn’t imagine. Everywhere Keegan touched her, her skin was set ablaze. It ached and swelled, making her chest feel like it might crack open from the overpowering joy contained within her.
Willow arched and gripped Keegan’s arms as she leaned back. The rhythm was wildly intense, and she could feel that need for release roar louder in her veins.
“Such a bonny lass ye are.” He dragged his hand down her body, sweeping over her side until he held her breast against his palm again. “I am wondrously lucky to have ye like this.”
Keegan rocked his hips, and Willow met his rhythm as they stared into each other’s eyes. The demand for release powered higher and higher until Willow was flung over the edge, and she groaned, low and primal. She struggled to keep her eyes open as the climax took hold of her, but Willow was desperate to see Keegan.
He dropped his forehead to hers just as his length swelled inside her, kicking against her walls as she was filled with warmth. The sound of their rushing breaths occupied every inch of the room, and then everything stilled, slowing down to a moment that hung between frenzy and exhaustion.
“Och, lass.” He smiled, reaching for her face and taking her cheek. “I have nay words.
She smiled, feeling consumed by blissed out and tiredness. “I…find I am as well.”
Keegan chuckled gently, gliding his hand down her face to pull her chest to his in an embrace. Willow wrapped her arms around his neck, and after a time, the laird carried the two of them to the top of the bed.
She sighed as he lowered her head down to the pillow, crowding over her and keeping himself sheathed inside her. Willow was overcome with warmth, never wanting them to be separated.Keegan appeared to be of the same mind, for he relaxed around her, lying over her with his towering height.
Willow smiled with her eyes closed, settling into the bed even as she still held her arms wrapped around Keegan’s neck. The feeling of him seated within her seeped into Willow’s soul, and she would hold onto it for as long as she could, the connection to him some divine and magical.
Eventually, Keegan naturally parted from her, and Willow let out a half-conscious whine. Her husband then rolled onto his side next to her, draping his arm across Willow’s ribs and idly stroking over the sensitive skin of her breast.
“A fine end to a magnificent day. Aye, lass?”
A grin spread across her face, Willow’s eyes still closed. She moaned lightly as Keegan toyed with her and lowered her head over her shoulder toward him, wanting every bit of closeness that she could get. He kissed her forehead, and Willow loved how he felt right up against her naked skin.
“Aye,” she whispered, a yawn stretching her jaw right at the end of the word.
“Sleep, lass. We have the entire evenin' still, and I shall be right here whenever ye wake.”
She smiled all the more, and slowly, her breathing evened out as unconsciousness began to drape over her like the thickest quilt.Her thoughts were quiet in her mind, but one stood out in a way that she couldn’t ignore, even as exhausted as she was.
This felt right. It felt…perfect. And she was indeed so overjoyed at being with Keegan that it nearly startled her.
Willow had not expected it or thought it possible in her entire lifetime. Still, it seemed that she’d discovered something within the walls of Castle Brahanne that both shocked and delighted her—love.
For as much as she shouldn’t have, it was undeniable. She had fallen in love with Keegan Aragain, and that love had claimed every inch of her soul just as he had.