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the nipple of the other repeatedly between his lips.
Her eyes rolled beneath her closed lids. Her body warmed, tingled, tightened. Oh, that felt good. He felt good.
The clicking of booted heels sounded just outside the antechamber.
“Everyone is waiting for ye in the Great Hall,” she whispered and squirmed against him.
“Let them wait.” He snaked his hand under her kirtle and swiped his fingers through her damp curls. “I want ye.”
She wanted him as well, and nearly gave in to the ferocity of his invading fingers, but she was still a mite bit miffed at him for leaving without telling her. She clamped her thighs together, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked him off her breast. “I’m angry with ye for leaving me without telling me your plans. If I am to be your woman, ye cannae just do as ye wish when ye wish it. Ye were gone fourteen days. Where did ye go to get this priest? England?”
The growl vibrating in his throat should have been a warning, but she only pulled his hair harder, waiting on an answer.
“The weather lengthened my journey to Saint Duthac,” Magnus responded in a raw graveled tone as his hands settled on her hips beneath her skirt.
“Saint Duthac? Ye fetched Father O’Rourke?” She loosened her hold. Father O’Rourke had been her rock when Gavin and Bretton died.
“Aye.” A rustle of clothing followed his reply.
“Oh, this pleases me verra much. Did Father O’Rourke tell ye he helped deliver Ann-Elise, and that—”
“Effie,” Magnus whispered against her ear, cupped her bottom, and raised her off the floor, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. “Stop talking.” And with this command he palmed the globes of her backside, spread her sex wide with his fingertips and set her atop his cock.
She sucked in a breath, the cool air hissed over her teeth as he plunged inside her. Exquisite ripples cascaded over her body, tickling her, dousing her with agonizing pleasure.
His muscles became rigid. His veins whelped beneath her fingertips as he rocked into her again. “I thought of naught but ye while I was away.” He then delved inside her, hard and deep, until she felt his sac pressed against her folds. Effie squeezed her arms and legs around him and submitted to her base desires. The need tearing through her rushed through her veins like a coiling inferno. Wanting more, she met his next thrust with one of her own.
Heat. Pain. Ecstasy.
She opened her mouth to cry out, but he swallowed her scream and held her hips with rigid fingers while he continued the maddening rhythm, in, out, in, out. The slide of his cock was tormenting, yet magnificent. Every inward stroke brought her pleasure.
He was fierce, savage, exquisite. And he was hers.
She captured his tongue, drew on it, wanting to match his intensity. The head of his manhood tapped that sensitive place inside her, making her burn, making her ache. Pulsing shudders echoed throughout her entire body. She became disoriented, lost in the darkness. Voices hummed in the corridor, but she no longer cared if they were caught.
She’d kept her liaison with Magnus from Vanna and Ian, but soon everyone would know he’d chosen her. Soon they would wed in the chapel before God, and she would have a purpose again. She would have a companion, a lover and a friend.
“Come with me, Effie.” He moaned against her neck. “Reach beneath your skirt and rub your cunny.”
Her hand inched between their locked bodies and stroked the swollen nubbin of flesh while he pistoned in and out of her. Her climax rose to her fingertips. The muscles inside her flexed, squeezing his cock, making him growl, then he pressed her back against the wall and slammed into her a final time.
“Oh bluidy fuck!” he cried out in a deep throaty whisper.
She shattered at the peak of a stinging orgasm.
Like two hot waves crashing into one another, they came in unison, both bodies quivering in uncontrollable bliss. Tiny pulsing sensations spread
Her eyes rolled beneath her closed lids. Her body warmed, tingled, tightened. Oh, that felt good. He felt good.
The clicking of booted heels sounded just outside the antechamber.
“Everyone is waiting for ye in the Great Hall,” she whispered and squirmed against him.
“Let them wait.” He snaked his hand under her kirtle and swiped his fingers through her damp curls. “I want ye.”
She wanted him as well, and nearly gave in to the ferocity of his invading fingers, but she was still a mite bit miffed at him for leaving without telling her. She clamped her thighs together, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked him off her breast. “I’m angry with ye for leaving me without telling me your plans. If I am to be your woman, ye cannae just do as ye wish when ye wish it. Ye were gone fourteen days. Where did ye go to get this priest? England?”
The growl vibrating in his throat should have been a warning, but she only pulled his hair harder, waiting on an answer.
“The weather lengthened my journey to Saint Duthac,” Magnus responded in a raw graveled tone as his hands settled on her hips beneath her skirt.
“Saint Duthac? Ye fetched Father O’Rourke?” She loosened her hold. Father O’Rourke had been her rock when Gavin and Bretton died.
“Aye.” A rustle of clothing followed his reply.
“Oh, this pleases me verra much. Did Father O’Rourke tell ye he helped deliver Ann-Elise, and that—”
“Effie,” Magnus whispered against her ear, cupped her bottom, and raised her off the floor, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. “Stop talking.” And with this command he palmed the globes of her backside, spread her sex wide with his fingertips and set her atop his cock.
She sucked in a breath, the cool air hissed over her teeth as he plunged inside her. Exquisite ripples cascaded over her body, tickling her, dousing her with agonizing pleasure.
His muscles became rigid. His veins whelped beneath her fingertips as he rocked into her again. “I thought of naught but ye while I was away.” He then delved inside her, hard and deep, until she felt his sac pressed against her folds. Effie squeezed her arms and legs around him and submitted to her base desires. The need tearing through her rushed through her veins like a coiling inferno. Wanting more, she met his next thrust with one of her own.
Heat. Pain. Ecstasy.
She opened her mouth to cry out, but he swallowed her scream and held her hips with rigid fingers while he continued the maddening rhythm, in, out, in, out. The slide of his cock was tormenting, yet magnificent. Every inward stroke brought her pleasure.
He was fierce, savage, exquisite. And he was hers.
She captured his tongue, drew on it, wanting to match his intensity. The head of his manhood tapped that sensitive place inside her, making her burn, making her ache. Pulsing shudders echoed throughout her entire body. She became disoriented, lost in the darkness. Voices hummed in the corridor, but she no longer cared if they were caught.
She’d kept her liaison with Magnus from Vanna and Ian, but soon everyone would know he’d chosen her. Soon they would wed in the chapel before God, and she would have a purpose again. She would have a companion, a lover and a friend.
“Come with me, Effie.” He moaned against her neck. “Reach beneath your skirt and rub your cunny.”
Her hand inched between their locked bodies and stroked the swollen nubbin of flesh while he pistoned in and out of her. Her climax rose to her fingertips. The muscles inside her flexed, squeezing his cock, making him growl, then he pressed her back against the wall and slammed into her a final time.
“Oh bluidy fuck!” he cried out in a deep throaty whisper.
She shattered at the peak of a stinging orgasm.
Like two hot waves crashing into one another, they came in unison, both bodies quivering in uncontrollable bliss. Tiny pulsing sensations spread
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