Gifted

Too Much

Magnus yanked Alina from Jamie's cabin and left her no choice but to run along beside him to keep up. His heart stopped when he returned to the long hall to find no sign of his wife. Laird Campbell assured him that Jamie was sufficient guard for both women. The laird tried to explain why they sailed to Helmsdale. Magnus only half-listened as he honed his true sight in on Alina. When his mind found her, he left the Campbell mid-sentence.

Now, he had dragged her to his cabin. He'd had servants prepare the space for her. There was a fire crackling and extra furs were laid on the bed. The cabin would be warm enough for her but it remained a spartan dwelling for a simple soldier. Her avid mahogany eyes scanned the room before they landed back on him. She stepped into his arms and they banded around her of their own volition. He lifted her up and breathed her in.

Later, there would be recriminations and explanations but right now he was too busy convincing himself that she was real. There were times in the past month when he thought he'd imagined her. He'd folded back into his old life so easily that the things he'd felt and experienced with her felt like a dream. A frozen numbness had slowly crept back in. Now he was thawing. And it hurt.

He quickly stripped her naked and pushed her down onto the furs with her lower legs still dangling over the edge of the bed. Her golden brown skin was illuminated by the afternoon sun streaming in through the shutters. He couldn't fling his clothes off fast enough.

"Turn over," he commanded as he loomed over her from the side of the bed.

She did and he filled his hands with the globes of her arse. He couldn't help but take a greedy bite of one.

Then he burrowed his face between her thighs until he found her wetness. She cried out when he speared his tongue into her. He couldn't wait any longer.

He pulled her hips off the bed and positioned himself behind her. Her hands clawed at the furs as he slowly sunk his engorged cock into her tight quim. They groaned together when he was inside her as far as he could go. She felt like home.

He ground his hips into her then reached around to rub at her pearl. She writhed back against him and moaned.

He progressed to rolling thrusts that straightened as he built speed. He was not being gentle. Her body's response to him never ceased to amaze. Her sheath gripped at him even as anger increasingly fueled his movements.

It enraged him that she was determined to put herself in danger. She seemed able to talk anyone into anything. This bewildering, indomitable spirit inside this all-too fragile frame was his to protect if only he could convince her to let him.

He braced his foot on the bed and forced her hips higher so he could ram down harder into her. Her cries got louder and more strident and she buried her face in the furs to muffle them. She was close. He picked up the pace and drove her over the edge screaming.

She felt so good pulsating around his cock that he considered giving in to the temptation to join her. His ballocks were certainly ready to empty. But there was so much he still wanted to do to her, so much churning inside him that needed an outlet.

He pulled out still fully aroused as she continued to quiver in the aftermath. She clung to him when he scooped her up and laid her on the furs. He spread her thighs wide and climbed in between.

She arched up off the bed when he plunged all the way in with one shove. He pushed her knees up to her sides and held her down by her shins to penetrate deeper. He invaded her body again and again, seeking to take up more and more space inside her.

When she started to climb to another peak, she begged him to join her. She'd wrapped her hands behind his neck and pressed kisses to his bearded jaw but he resisted letting her capture his mouth with hers.