Page 40 of Claimed by the Clan Chief

“We’ll find pleasure together,” he said. “I will not tolerate you ever being left without it when we join as man and wife. This is for both of us, not just a man as some would believe.”

“Aye, I want that.”

“And you shall have it, always.” He lifted slightly, straightening his arms and looking down at where they joined.

Isla did the same and became enraptured with the sight of his cock driving in and out of her pussy. Her dark pubic hair was still a little damp from their swim, as was his. And he was so big, his limbs so thick and strong, hers pale and slender.

“We fit perfectly,” he said, his voice strained.

“Aye.” She slid her hands to his neck, then cupped his jaw and forced him to look at her again. “Give me that pleasure you talked of… please, sir.”

He dropped down and kissed her, once again his body rubbing over her clit.

She groaned into his mouth and clung to him tighter, not knowing where her body ended and his began. Was this really the act she’d heard other women complaining about? For her it was intense, wonderful, and as if she’d been waiting her entire life for this very experience.

“Come, my love,” he murmured, not easing up his delicious mastery of her body. “The way you did last night for me.”

“I will… oh, I am.” The pressure had built so quickly. Deep inside her a release so powerful was getting ready to explode. She shook, arched her back, and squeezed her eyes shut.

“No, look at me, Isla, look into my eyes.”

She refocused on him, seeming to drown in his gaze as she reached the point of no return. Holding her breath, she balanced on the edge of ecstasy for a few incredible seconds then pulsed through her climax.

“Aye, aye… argh.” He shunted into her, higher still and his cock jerked.

Not breaking eye contact, she spiralled through her orgasm knowing he was feeling the same incredible sensation of release. Never had she had a more perfect moment. Mother Nature was smiling down on her and rewarding her for all the times she’d presented offerings and worship.

“Dear Lord, I thought I was going to die and go to heaven then,” McTavish panted. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes glistened.

“It’s so good,” she managed, slotting her fingers into his damp hair. “Promise me…”

“Anything?”

“It will always be that good.”

“It will get better, that is my promise.”

He kissed her as her pussy continued to clamp around his cock, the last of her orgasm causing her to tremble in his arms and her heart to flutter. His kiss was different now, more intimate. This was the kiss of her husband, the man she would be with for all of time.

Eventually he withdrew.

She pulled her legs together, aware of the slick dampness between them.

“I hope we’ll be blessed with bairns,” he said, standing and walking to the water’s edge.

“That is also my wish.”

“I’m glad.” He waded in a shallow spot. “Come here, wash so you are comfortable while we eat and for the ride back to the castle.”

Standing, Isla walked to the water. She was tender down below and her heart still beating faster than normal. She also had a lovely sense of satisfaction, as though she’d eaten when hungry or slept when exhausted. But it was more so, the satisfaction, it was deep within her mind and body.

With a smile she took McTavish’s offered hand and stepped into the cold water. After a quick dip and a splash she retreated to the bank, feeling cold now that the excitement of arriving at the glen had diminished.

McTavish watched her dress, then donned his kilt and reached into the saddlebags of the grazing horse.

Within seconds he’d laid out a blanket covered in a delicious spread of food. There was cranberry jellied pie, cold roast chicken, apples, and herbed potatoes.

Isla’s mouth watered and she realized she’d skipped breakfast. She’d been so carried away with caring for Una and making the ill wish.

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