She’d never climaxed without him being inside her, and while it felt good, it wasn’t the same without his fullness, without the pleasure of his simultaneous release. He braced himself over her, his gaze still fixed on her, and reached for his arousal.
She whimpered her anticipation. Ready for him. Desperate for the closeness with him. Needing him in a way she’d never known she could need a man.
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Ewan guided himself toward Faye, watching the pleasure play over her face as he nudged at her entrance.
Her lashes fluttered but remained open. Usually, her head was thrown back, her eyes closed as they took one another hard and fast. Now, though, she kept her eyes locked on his, creating a deeper connection between them.
He eased into her, and the delight that enveloped him was more than just physical. His hands slid over hers, palm to palm, and her fingers interlaced with his. With their hands joined, he took her in slow, steady strokes, their stares locked with one another’s, their breathing matched, and their heartbeats in sync as their bodies became one in a new way that touched his soul.
Faye’s hands roamed over him as her tight sheath gripped him, sending prickling waves throughout. He savored every thrust inside her, savoring the sweetness of her body beneath him, the way her mouth parted around her moans, the squeeze of her sex.
Her blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders, and she gazed at him as though…as though she was in love.
Something in his chest clenched.
She pulled him toward her, drawing his chest against her. He pushed back, resisting. Lara had hated the press of his body against hers. Such things were impossible to keep from his mind as Faye tried to pull him toward her once more.
He braced his arms more thoroughly. “I dinna want to crush ye.”
“I’m not so delicate, husband.” She smiled affectionately and tugged at him once more.
He allowed his body to rest over her, skin to skin, her breasts pushed to his chest. Now when his hips flexed forward, his entire body glided against Faye. The closeness brought a new level of intensity. The rub of her soft skin over his, her breath panting in his ear, the sweet floral scent of her all around him.
They moved together, writhing in their shared passion, kissing, touching, loving. Her core tensed around him, and the pitch of her cries changed. His ballocks tensed with the anticipation of his own release. He held her face with his free hand while he drove into her, wanting to see the climax play over her features as he took her.
Her brows flinched, and her lips parted around a cry as her sex spasmed around his cock, coaxing him into a climax as they released together.
Pleasure. Bliss. Euphoria. A taste of heaven. He experienced all of these things and more as they lost themselves together.
As their sated bodies relaxed into a languid state, they remained where they lay, breathing together, hearts pounding chest to chest. Their bodies were slick with sweat, but neither moved away.
Ewan rested his forehead against Faye’s. “That was…”
“Incredible,” she whispered on an exhale.
His mouth found hers in a tender kiss. Finally, he rolled off her and pulled her into his arms.
She gave a little hum of contentment that nudged against his heart.
Ewan stroked a hand down the impossibly soft skin at her side. “Thank ye for staying in Sutherland.”
“I could not bear to leave ye,” Faye said.
He tilted his head to look at her where she lay her head upon his chest. “Truly?”
Her smile was shy, and she nodded.
He’d never seen this vulnerable side of her. Nay, that wasn’t true. He had seen it before. When she’d been a girl, before her da had died and the world’s cruelty had forced her to harden.
“I was dreading seeing ye leave,” he admitted.
“Yet ye still offered to let me go.” She rested her chin on her hand and looked up at him. “Why?”
He shook his head. “I couldna stand to see ye so miserable when there was a chance ye could be happy.”
She reached out and touched his cheek with her small hand. “Ye’re better than I deserve,” she said.
He shook his head. “Ye deserve all the goodness in the world for what ye’ve been through.”
She shifted upward and kissed him. “Thank ye for giving me the opportunity to leave. I didn’t realize what I had with ye until I had a choice.”
She settled down against him once more with her head on his chest. He ran his fingers through her silky hair, thankful for the choice she’d made. Having her leave would have torn his chest open.
He only hoped they could remain content, that she would not have doubts. Especially after her family departed.
Faye’s breath became deep and even, and Ewan knew she had fallen asleep.
No matter what, at least he was assured that her family would be safe and cared for. With such worrisome thoughts set to rest, he could turn his attention back to his uncle, whom he had been sorely remiss on seeing to the last few days.
Ewan’s suspicion of the marriage to the Gordon clan, and what that might entail, had only grown and he did not wish to be caught unaware. Not when this was finally time for peace.
He brushed Faye’s cheek, and she smiled in her sleep.
It was also time for love.
For five more blissful days, Faye was happy. Truly happy. Without an edge of skepticism needling into her thoughts. She had her family with her, save Drake, who had to return to England the day after his arrival, and she had her husband.
But such happiness was not sustainable. Not when her mother and sisters had to return to their life on the border. There was the garden to tend in Castleton and their livestock to care for, all being managed by a servant in their absence. And Faye had to resume her duties as mistress
