When, finally, Anya regained her senses, she reached down and urged him atop her. “What happened to me?”
He nuzzled into her hair, his thick member pressing between her legs. “I gave ye a sample of what it will be like when I’m inside ye, mo leannan.”
As she shifted her hips, his manhood brushed her, instantly rekindling the craving desire. She turned her lips toward his ear. “Show me how to bring ye the same pleasure.”
At the sound of Anya’s voice, a spike of desire hit Angus low and hard, making his ballocks squeeze. God save him, he was on the brink of losing his seed. Needing to contain his fervor, he rolled beside her and gazed into her eyes—intoxicating emerald orbs able to hypnotize and bring a man to his knees. “Do ye truly want me, lass?”
She nodded, her gaze drifting to his manhood. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything in all my days.”
Having her eyes on him made a wee bit of seed dribble from his tip. He ran his finger around her nipple, aching to be inside her. “It might hurt. But I want our joining to be a memory ye will treasure in your heart.”
She kissed him, her lithe fingers reaching down. “It will be. Joining with you will be akin to heaven.” When her fingers lightly brushed the tip of his cock, Angus sucked in a ragged breath.
Gasping, she snapped her hand away. “Did I hurt ye?”
“Nay,” he managed to croak. With a feral growl, he again rolled atop her, this time positioning his member between her legs.
She cupped his face in her hands. “Have I ever told ye how fine ye are to me?”
Angus kissed her, remembering how at first he believed she didn’t care for him. “I’m glad of it.” He moved his cock against her, his thighs shuddering as her steamy moisture spilled over him.
Anya arched and caught the tip of his member at her entrance. Angus could scarcely breathe as her moisture brimmed around him. God on the cross, he could spill in this very moment. But he wanted to make this the most memorable night of her life, show her exactly what she’d been missing. “I’ll try to be gentle.”
She nodded, her hips continuing their seductive swirling rhythm. Merciful saints, Angus was supposed to be the one seducing Anya, but without a lick of schooling, she proved an expert. Slowly, he pushed inside until she gasped.
He froze. “Is the pain too great?” he asked, easing the pressure. “If ye want to stop…”
Her fingers sank into his buttocks. “Nay.” With a firm tug, she urged him deeper. God, he adored this woman. Ever so slowly, he slid into the length of her, and when he reached a wall, he gazed into her sultry eyes full-well aware he’d arrived in heaven.
“Is all well?” he whispered, nuzzling into her neck.
She moved beneath him. “Astounding.”
Angus rocked his hips. “With this act, I am making ye my wife, Anya O’Cahan. Will ye have me as your husband, never to part?”
“Aye. I will be your wife and cherish ye and our children forever.”
Forcing himself to wait, his eyes nearly crossed with his need to thrust. “Ye are my wife, and I am your husband in the Highland way and nary a soul can part us.”
“I love ye.”
“And I love ye as well, m’lady.”
With his pledge, Angus could hold back no longer. A frenzy of passion claimed his mind. While Anya’s fingers gripped his backside, he lost all control, his need growing while her breathing sped. Stars flashed through his vision.
Faster and faster he thrust. Anya cried out, clinging to him for dear life. His heart hammered, as a feral roar burst from his throat. Blessed euphoria pulsed through his blood while, with one last thrust, he crashed into a sea of glorious release.
Angus held himself over her, his head dropping forward as he fought to catch his breath. “Lord have mercy,” he growled, while the rhythm of his heart began to steady.
Pushing up on his elbows, he raised himself high enough to clearly see his wife’s face. Her lips swollen and slightly parted, her heavy-lidded gaze, silken hair sprawling in a mass of tangle, framing her darling face with its splay of saucy freckles. God save him, she defined the epitome of feminine beauty.
With a satiated sigh, he kissed those freckles he so dearly adored. “Was it good for you, lass?”
She swirled her hips beneath him, stirring the passion again. “So wonderfully astonishing, there are no words to describe it.”
“Ye are the world to me.” Breathing deeply, he rolled to his side and pulled Anya flush against his body. “Ye ken I adore ye with all my heart.”
She rested her head on his chest. “And I you, husband.”
Oh, how her words warmed his heart. Angus combed his fingers through her hair, cherishing the softness of it. The woman in his arms made his chest swell with pride—made him want to be a better man. In Anya’s arms he was, not a lord, not a chieftain. He was merely a man who adored this woman to the depths of his soul. And he fully intended to revel in her love until the sun rose on the morrow.
25
While Angus lay on his stomach, Anya applied the avens oil to his wounds. “I reckon Lilas works miracles because these nasty welts look better than they did yesterday.”
His Lordship grunted. “I wish they felt better.”
She coughed out a wee laugh. “I thought ye said ye feel no pain when ye’re in my arms.”
He twisted his head enough to give her a devilish waggle of his eyebrows. “Then crawl back into bed and I shall be healed.”
Anya hummed as she worked in the oil, careful not to let it run onto the bedclothes. After a night filled with ravenous passion, she was a bit sore. “But ye told me we must go to the hall and announce our nuptials.” In truth, she was in no hurry. Everyone in the castle must know what had happened between them last eve. And though she would have things no other way, looking the clansmen and women in the eye was not going to be easy.
“We do, though ye cannot fault a man for trying.”
She brushed his hair away from his face and kissed his cheek. “Will ye have such an insatiable appetite forever?”
He tugged her downward and nibbled her ear. “When it comes to my bonny wife, yes, most definitely.”
How on earth was he able to render her utterly smitten with a whisper?
With a sigh, he sat up, pulled on his shirt, and tucked it into the waist of his brechan. “No matter how much I want to stay and while away the day with ye in my arms, we’d best venture below stairs afore my mother sends a search party.”
Anya squeezed his hand while her stomach did the same. “I suppose we cannot put it off any longer.”
“Are ye nervous?”
“Terribly so.”
He cupped her cheeks between his palms. “Do not be. Always remember ye are the Lady of Islay and the woman I have chosen to be at my side.”
“Yes, my lord,” Anya said, pulling his plaid across his shoulder and securing it with the chieftain’s brooch.
He offered his elbow. “M’lady.”
It was a relief to have Angus at her side, but as soon as they stepped into the hall, everything grew deathly quiet. All heads turned their way before the benches scraped the floorboards while everyone shot to their feet.