Page 72 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

Chapter Twenty-One

That night we arrived at our honeymoon destination in the Scottish Highlands, in the northern part of the country. It was dark and hard to see anything but a large Victorian castle that had been modernized with spot lights highlighting its magnificence. I couldn’t see a lot under the dark of the night but it didn’t require a genius to realize this place was amazing.

“It is hard to see but there is the River Tay on this estate. We can stay one night in one of the cottages right on the river.”

I glanced over at Lachlan.

“That sounds nice,” I told him and asked, “Is it like a residence rental?”

“No, it’s been in my family for generations.”

I stared at him with my mouth slightly open in shock.

“You don’t like it?” he asked me, noting my expression.

“It’s beautiful,” I muttered. “I guess I didn’t realize you were loaded. Your own plane to get us here and you have two castles. Seems kind of unfair.”

He chuckled wholeheartedly at that. “Well, it is our plane and our castles now.”

I scoffed at that. “Okay, if you say so,” I told him. I turned my head back admiring the castle. “I’m not giving you my books though. There are your books and my books. It can be our library but my books are my books.”

“I’ll take that.” And with that, he picked me up into his arms.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” I giggled at him, our faces close together.

“It’s tradition.” His deep voice was gentle, his warm breath against my cheek. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on while his big, strong hands carried me over the threshold and into our home.

I rested my cheek on his, relishing in his warmth. The castle was eerily quiet.

“Is it just us?” My voice was a whisper against his cheek.

“Just us tonight,” his voice was pure sex.

He kept on walking even when we were past the threshold.

“You should put me down,” I suggested in a whisper, loving his warmth.

“No.” He leaned down and gave me a gentle nip on my lip. “I’m claiming you tonight.”

I actually giggled. “That sounds so medieval.” He made me feel like a queen.

I pressed my palm flat against his chest, feeling his hard muscles underneath my fingers. I leaned over and started kissing his neck. I wanted him badly. My lips raised to his mouth and his lips eagerly met mine. He took control of the kiss, deepening it, his tongue in search of mine. I moaned into his kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck with my fingers in his hair.

Lachlan continued walking through the large castle, carrying me up the stairs in a firm stride and his breathing never changed. His scent became a familiarity I couldn’t live without.

He sat me down on the bed and pulled my shirt over my head in quick, eager movements, and I lifted my hips off the bed as he took the white slacks off of me. I was left in my white bra and panties.

His grey gaze was hot on me, and there was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite comprehend. His hand gently brushed down my neck to my cleavage, light like a feather, down my flat stomach and ending between my thighs. His fingers teased me through that thin piece of fabric, my back arched in need to feel him closer. He hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down my legs. Next my bra was gone too.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

Having him watch me, staring at me like he couldn't get enough of the sight, turned me on more than anything. His fingers grazed my pussy, and a shiver ran through my body. I was so wet for him. I could feel the slick desire running down my thighs.

With Lachlan still dressed, I felt exposed, mentally and physically, with him towering over me while I laid naked on the bed. I reached out my fingers and started unbuttoning his shirt, and ran my fingers over his bare warm skin. His abs were so hard and defined.

I reached for his belt and started undoing it eagerly. He helped me with it and got rid of his trousers.

He towered over me, his lips against my ear.

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