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“Well,I just don’t see how you’ll fit,” she blurted, the words coming out in a rush.

Ryan ducked his head down,chuckling against her neck. His voice was muffled as he assured her, “I promise ye it will, but I’ll go slow, aye?”

“Don’t laugh,”she said, smiling despite herself. “I’ve never done this before.”

“I ken,”he said, still smiling as he guided her upright. “And I’ll take good care of ye. But first, let me get rid of this.”

With the precisionof a skilled fighter, Ryan undressed Margaret within seconds. The cool air caressed her skin, but his gaze was hot enough that the chill didn’t bother her.

“Ye’re so beautiful,”he breathed, reaching down to run his fingers along her newly bared skin. “I already kent ye were, but ye’re breath-takin’.”

“Ryan,”she whimpered as he took hold of her pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Such a bonnie soundfrom such a bonnie lass,” he said before taking the nub into his mouth.

It waslike a whip was cracked over Margaret’s nerves. His tongue was hot and slick, flicking over her nipple. She couldn’t keep herself quiet, the sounds of her pleasure spilling out and filling the room.

He was playingher body like an instrument. Margaret pressed up into his touch before pulling back. The sensations were too much, but she couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed the contact.

Eventually,Ryan let go of her breast with a low growl. His hot mouth connected with hers again. The dull head of his length pressed against her inner thigh insistently.

“I want ye so badly,”he told her as he positioned himself against her center. “I have since ye walked into me castle.”

“You have me,”she said, shifting her hips against him. “You have all of me.”

“I do, daenae I?”he said before he started to press into her.

Slowly,Margaret’s body stretched around the intrusion. He hit parts of her body that she didn’t know existed. As he completely sheathed himself in her, she let her head fall back against the pillows.

“Oh…”she began, a low whine cutting off the rest of her statement.

“Ye feel so incredible,”Ryan praised as he began the slow roll of his hips.

There wasoverwhelming reverence in the way he moved. Each pullout was smooth while each thrust in was calculated. Hisactions were both a show of devotion and a promise that he’d continue to protect her.

As the rollof his body reached a fever pitch, Margaret felt her own singing his praises. The warmth of Ryan’s affection spread through her limbs. It wound its way around her insides until it finally settled in her core.

She soughtout Ryan’s mouth, needing as much connection as she could get. He gave it gladly and freely, his lips working against hers as he worked her closer and closer to her peak. She was so close to the edge, and he was coming along with her.

“Tell me how ye’re feelin’,”he commanded, the register of his voice low, vibrating straight to her very bones.

“In… incredible,”she said, the muscles in her body contracting as her pleasure reached its climax.

She couldn’t hold back,a rush of delight taking hold of her. The air was knocked from her lungs, and the only thing that was keeping her anchored to the moment was Ryan.

A few moments later,he followed her over the cliff with her name on his lips. When their shared pleasure waned, he pulled out, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“How about ye get dressed,and I’ll get somethin’ for ye to eat sent up,” he ssuggested, still holding her close.

“I’d like that,”she murmured, more content than she thought possible in this Highlander’s arms.

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“Margaret?” Izzy said from the doorway of Margaret’s chambers. Her voice was gentle, soft like she was trying to keep from startling Margaret. “What are you doing in here?”

As Margaret turned around,she was careful not to smear the paint on her canvas. Her new friend was standing under the archway into her room with a grin on her face. In the few days since the incident with Duke Cunningham, Izzy had quickly made Margaret her confidante.

“I was just takinga step away from how lively it is in the castle,” Margaret said apologetically. She hadn’t meant to hide from her guests, but she’d been fairly easily overwhelmed since getting back home. “It seems that the staff love having you and Aaron around.”