Page 88 of His Scottish Duchess

“Good,” he murmured against her lips as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to their bed. “That is exactly how it should be. Look at me—no one else but me.”

Catherine nodded, her cheeks flushed as he nudged her legs apart and thrust into her. She inhaled deeply, crying out when he pulled out almost immediately and slammed back into her. She clutched at his shoulders, whining as he set a fast pace that had her panting for breath.

“My love, my light,” Sampson grunted as his teeth scraped over her sensitive neck, nipping it and relishing the sound she let out. “Always so perfect for me.”

Catherine nodded, arching into his touch with a gasp as one of his hands kneaded her breast. He quickened his pace, and she writhed beneath him as her release drew closer.

“Sampson, love, I—please?—”

“I know, darling. I know,” he whispered huskily, before kissing her deeply. “Together?”

She nodded again, clenching down on his member as she fell into the abyss of passion, with him following right after, moaning long and loud.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing as they kissed, their hearts beating wildly in harmony.

Later, as they lay tangled together beneath the soft linen sheets, the moonlight casting a silvery glow across their intertwined bodies, Catherine traced the lines of Sampson’s face, her touchgentle and loving. The shadows had truly receded, replaced by a quiet contentment and a sense of peace that radiated from him.

“You are sleeping better,” she murmured, her voice soft with affection.

Sampson captured her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Because you are here,” he replied simply. “You have chased away the darkness, Catherine.”

She smiled, a radiant expression of the love that bound them together. In his arms, surrounded by the quiet intimacy of their room, she knew that their journey, though fraught with challenges, had led them to a love that was both enduring and profound.

And it filled her with even more hope for the future, eager to face whatever lay ahead of them because she knew without a doubt that they would not only survive but also thrive together.

“I love you,” she said simply.

Sampson tilted his head down and pressed his forehead against hers, responding in a soft voice, “And I love you.”

The End?

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