Page 43 of Promises to Keep

“Madame Campbell, please? I beg of ye.”

I stretched my arms over my head. “Madame Campbell is in her castle, Master Magnus.”

He kissed my neck. “I will storm yer walls.”

“Nae, I think ye might want tae ask kindly at the gate.”

“Och aye, ye sound a bit Scottish there…”

He wriggled down my body and rumpled my skirt up to my waist and buried his face between my legs, kissing and suckling and licking, and oh my god. My fingers entwined in his hair he drove me to climax with a long low moan.

Ohgodohgodohgod —I pulled his ears to come,up, please, now,and he climbed me, chuckling, super sexy, kissing up my pelvis to that bunched up pile of skirts at my waist, and then trailing his lips along the top of my breast above the bodice and then drawing his tongue up my neck to my ear and then sweet breaths while he settled between my legs, then a fidget while he tried to get his kilt up, bound between us accidentally, then his lips grazing mine, our eyes met as he drove into me, again and again and…

Finished, he collapsed down on me.Och.His breath was warm against my ear, his voice low and vibrating against my cheek. “Ye were like a pink flower quivering…”

I laughed. “And now we are done, as Lochinvar so poetically said,nowit has turned sad.”

He laughed.

I said, still clutching around his back, “I think we haven’t been in an argument in a while, but if we had been that would have just fixed it, that proper bedding of Madame Campbell rocked my world and I feel all full of love for you now.”

“Ye didna love me afore?”

“Ye ken what I mean.”

“I do, naething like a good bedding tae get a man tae rights, I suppose it works for Madame as well.”

“Aye, it does, it really does. And we can store it up, all this good feeling, so that all future arguments will be solved before they get going.”

He chuckled against my ear. “This is how it works, mo reul-iuil? We will store up the good feelings and then never feel pain again?”

I teasingly bit his earlobe.

He said, “Och, it dinna work.”

“Probably not, though it is a good dream.”

“Aye.” He rolled off me and lay looking up at the ceiling. Then added, “Ye ken what I want tae do?”

“What?”

“Tis a fair night, and ye hae been bedded well—”

I giggled. “And you, Master Magnus, have been bedded well, too.”

“It goes without sayin’ — ye allow me in yer gardens and it is all good again.”

“So modern! But I thought it was my castle?”

“Yer castle surrounds yer gardens, ye ken, tis the usual way of it, we men are always clamorin’ tae get through the gates… but as I was sayin’… we are still mostly dressed, I think we ought tae go up on the walls.”

“I would love that.”

We climbed from bed and he went to the chamber pot to piss, his stream sounding like a rushing waterfall. I was used to it by now.

Not so much used to the fact that it would remain in the room all night.

The castle was quiet, an insistent, looming darkness. I felt along the hallways where the torches were out, wishing I had brought my flashlight, but Magnus strolled as if he could see well. “Can you see?”

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