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His hands on her hips once more, Kester showed her how to rest her weight on her knees, so he could slide in and out of her from beneath. At first, his movements were slow and subtle, allowing her time to get used to the sensation.
But soon, she was panting, her eyes squeezed shut, her entire being focused on her core and where they became one. Once, she’d thought such sensations overwhelming…but now, she didn’t understand how she’d lived without this.
“Oh, St. Kelsi protect me!” she gasped, as she inched closer to her release. “Kester,please.”
As he thrust into her, he commanded, “Look at me, Robena.”
How could she disobey such an order? She met his blue eyes, which were bright in the dim light.
“I love ye, Robena,” he growled, each beat punctuated with a thrust. “I dinnae care what the King says; ye’re mine and I’m yers.”
Oh, St. Kelsi’s vocal cords! She wasso close.
All she could do was pant in agreement, hoping he’d understand.
“Robena, whatever the future holds, we’ll face it together.”
What was he saying? Was he saying what shethoughthe was saying?
“I love ye, lass.”
And that was all she needed.
Her pleasure burst over her, white-hot and desperate, pulsing around him as she shot straight into the air.
She screamed his name, hitting a note she’d never thought to try for before.
Apparently, her pleasure triggered his own, because he groaned long and low, and dimly she was aware of a flood of warmth against her womb… But each pulse milked him further and harder until she was panting with exhaustion.
St. Kelsi help her, she’d never experienced anything as wonderful asthat.
Sated now, Robena collapsed forward, her cheek landing against his shoulder. She listened to his heart beating under her ear, listened to the glorious sound of his breathing slowing to match hers.
They were still joined.
She smiled, and one of her palms came to rest against the side of his neck.
“I love ye,” she murmured. “Always, Kester.”
His arms tightened around her. “And I love ye.” His voice was a quiet murmur, one she felt as much as heard. “No’ just here and now, lass, but forever.”
She closed her eyes on his vow, a smile on her lips.
Chapter 9
Mook was still snoring,stretched out on the floor of the main room when Kester crept downstairs the morning after he’d made Robena his. After he’d almost lost her. After she’d changed his world.
I love ye. Always, Kester.
Aye, his stomach was tight with worry, but those words…they made him hopeful for the future, for the first time since he’d met Robena. For the first time since Laird Murray’s plan had been announced. For the first time since the MacBains had lost Kester’s Meadow.
He wasn’t certain what the future would hold, but he knew she’d be in it.
“Wake up, ye lazy shite.” He nudged Mook in the side, which did nothing except bruise his toe.
As he was limping toward one of the stools, Giric rolled off the bench along the wall. “Wazzat?” the handsome man muttered, sitting on his arse on the floor. “Time to go already?”
“Ye lads had some fun last night, eh?” Kester gestured to the proprietor to bring him some ale and brown bread with butter. “I thought ye were supposed to sleep in the stables.”
