Page 87 of Wedded to the Scottish Duke

She pulled at the other shoulder of his banyan so that it fell onto the bed. She kissed this now bare shoulder, then down and across his back. Her fingers gently traced a path up the middle of his back, across the thickest scar.

It was a thrilling sensation. Her gentle and enticing touches made his length harden, but what was even more exciting was the fact that she wasn’t recoiling from him. She wasn’t disgusted by his scars. She explored every part of him, even his rear, which she playfully squeezed, and they both laughed a little.

He opened his eyes as he felt her sit beside him, the whole side of her body pressing against his own.

“Well, I still think you are the most handsome and well… manly man that I have ever seen walk this earth.” Her boldness made him laugh again.

“Ye need to get yer eyes checked.”

“Ha! Take the compliment, Keith.”

“Aye, sweetheart. I will.” He angled his head around to catch her lips.

This kiss was soft indeed, though they still explored, their lips parting and their tongues touching.

I don’t think I could ever get tired of her kisses.

As he pulled back, his eyes wandered. She really did look incredible. His shirt on her body was a reminder of the way he had just dominated her, taken control of her completely, and she had seemed to adore it, moaning his name and even climaxing in that most thrilling of ways.

“Ye will be sore,” he sighed.

“Would you have wanted to take me again otherwise?”

“Ye have no idea how much.”

She laughed softly and climbed back up the bed. The sight of her rear only enticed him again.

“Well, someone once told me that sleep is the best cure, and I didn’t sleep much last night.” She flung herself down on the cushions. “Maybe if I sleep now, we can explore again later.”

He chuckled and followed her up the bed, lowering himself over her so he could steal another kiss. Her arms came up around his neck, holding him close.

“Ye didn’t sleep?” he asked in concern. “Nervous about our wedding?”

“Yes, and… I couldn’t stop thinking about what this would be like.” She nodded at the way he pressed his body against hers. “I never thought it would be so…”

He waited with his eyebrows raised. When she took too long, he frowned. “I hope this is a good word I’m waiting for.”

“Amazing,” she whispered. “I never thought it would be this amazing.”

Smiling, he leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him down into the cushions again.

“I need to behave,” he growled in her ear. “Ye’re sore enough already.”

“You can nap with me, then.”

“Nap, eh? All right. If ye wish.” He lay on the bed as Celia curled up against his side.

He wrapped an arm around her as she nuzzled his shoulder. Keith couldn’t stop staring at her as she closed her eyes and started to drift off to sleep.

Would it be so wrong to give in to this life? To go to bed nearly every night with this passion and wake up in each other’s arms?

He was so lost in his thoughts that they kept him wide awake as Celia fell asleep. The only thing that distracted him from thoughts of which way to take his life now was the sound of something at the door.

He raised his head, doing his best not to disturb Celia as he looked at the door. The butler must have slipped the latest post under the door, not wishing to interrupt their afternoon together. Keith smiled and made a mental note to thank the butler later for his thoughtfulness.

Slowly, Keith slid his arm out from under Celia’s waist. Fortunately, she was asleep so soundly that she couldn’t be disturbed easily, allowing him to lift the banyan and throw itback over his shoulders as he made his way over to the letters on the floor.

More than once did he glance back at Celia, wondering what it would be like the next time they made love and she was not sore. He had found it maddeningly difficult to hold himself back when first entering her. She had been so warm, so wet for him, her body desperate for pleasure, and God, how he had wanted to give it to her.

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