“It’s alright, my love, I know exactly what you need.” Those were the last words he spoke before he began trailing kisses across her cheek, down the hypersensitive side of her neck and then finally burying his face in the crook where the gentle curve of her shoulder began. With feather light touches he swept his hands up her leg, across her inner thigh to the very center of her and she almost jumped right out of her skin when his lightest touch set off an explosion inside her.
He knew exactly were to press, and the pressure to bring her right the edge of…something, but she just wasn’t sure what. It was something bright and golden and she reached for it but every time he would bring her close he would ease his touch just enough to bring her back down. And then he would start the process all over again until she was stretching underneath him, begging him with her words and her body to fulfill the need that had grown to unmanageable proportions inside her.
“Please, please…” She wasn’t even aware of the words that slid from between her lips and then finally, he was moving over her, his weight settling in between her thighs and it felt like heaven. It felt like exactly what she needed, even though she still wasn’t sure why.
“Abigail, are you…Are you ready, sweetheart? Ah, this might hurt a little, and the last thing I want to do is–.”
“Now, Aryen. I need you now.” Abigail pulled him close, pressing her hips upward and his hard length slid at her entrance. He groaned, trying to take it slow for her pleasure she knew, but she couldn’t wait any longer. She needed to know what was waiting for her on the other side of that shining cliff he’d teased her with.
In one motion she arched her back, hitching her hips against his and bringing him deeper inside her. She felt that moment, a tiny tearing sensation and then a mountain of pleasure as he slid all the way inside her. They both moaned together, and soon Aryen was thrusting, both out of control and panting as lust and desire overrode any other thought.
With a shriek of pleasure, Abigail hurtled over the edge and sensations exploded across her body in tingling waves that left her shattered and boneless. A moment later, Aryen gave a loud moan of his own, shouting her name as they came together.
Moments later, they were both asleep, drifting in blissful slumber, their arms and legs tangled together in a heedless pile, as man and wife.
Epilogue
Scotland, 1789
Abigail clenched the letter in her hands, her uncle’s scrawled handwriting bringing back memories of the events that had transpired almost a year ago. But things were different now, she was different now, so much stronger, so much happier than she had been and she wouldn’t let her despicable uncle turn her life on its ear once again.
She cradled her arms around her middle, feeling the babe kick as the child responded to her riotous emotions. As an only child, she had always dreamed of having hoards of children of her own. A house filled with laughter and joy and above all, life and love.
And the best thing for her was that she was going to be sharing the life of this child with Aryen. The love between them had only grown more and more over the past year, changing her from a lonely woman content to live her life on the shelf to someone confident, strong, not only a wife but now a mother.
She knew she would love this baby more than she had ever loved anything or anyone in her entire life, and it warmed her heart to know that her husband was there right along with her.
She read the words again and shook her head as sadness swept through her and she had to swipe at a rogue tear that escaped despite her best efforts.
“Abigail?” Aryen’s soft voice calling her name had her instantly turning towards him. Towards the man that she had learned to love and cherish and had shown her just how sweet it can be when you share that love in return. “Darling, is everything alright? Is it the baby?”
She just shook her head, but couldn’t get any words out past the lump in her throat, so she handed him her uncles letter. He quickly perused the document, his face growing red with anger at each word.
“Why, that awful man, he doesn’t deserve to be there, he doesn’t deserve–.”
“Aryen, my love, it’s alright.”
“But, Abie, he…”
“I know.” She said simply, and sank into him as he pulled her close. In the past short year, her uncle had completely bankrupted the estate. He had lost everything to a life of gambling and excess. The home she had grown up in with her father, the home she had loved, was gone.
For a moment she felt sorry for her uncle, for his wasted life, but in the end it was because of him that she had fled the manor to chase after the infamous Black Lord of Scotland, and for that she would be forever grateful for him. She hoped he had a nice cell in the debtor’s prison he would surely find himself in.
“My love, are you sure you are alright?” He asked again softly as he cradled her close, his hand resting lightly on her burgeoning stomach. In only a few short months they would have their first child, and she hoped many more to come after that. Abigail placed her hand over his, soaking in the love and peace of the moment.
“Oh yes, so much more than alright,” She finally said as she leaned even closer against him, listening to the sound of his heartbeat under her ear, because more than anything, it was the truth. “I am absolutely wonderful.”
Table of Contents
Loved by the Duke
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Loving My Savage Russian Billionaire
Italian Billionaire’s Holiday Bride
Becoming The Mobster’s Bride
Tamed by the Russian Billionaire
Wanted By The Outlaw
The Lion’s Secret Baby
Mated To The Lion
Protected by the Soldier Bear
Rescued By Billionaire Dragons
Cowboy’s Mail Order Bride
Loved By The Seal
The Billionaire’s Baby
The Renegade’s Bride
Russian Roulette
Taken By The Highlander
Russian Billionaire’s Holiday Bride
The Only Promise
Charmed by the Wicked Billionaire
Touch Down For Love
The Highlander’s Surrender Bride
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