Chapter Twenty

Clothing was dispensed with haste, articles falling askew across the bedchamber's floor, some landing across chairs.

Too impatient to wait, Gavin had practically torn the layers of clothing from her body until he left his bride totally naked. Her beautiful body enhanced by the flames in the hearth.

For a moment they hesitated next to the bed, unsure who would move first.

Freya was hungry for his body, her eyes taking in the expanse of his chest before traveling down past his stomach and hesitating at his already engorged sex. Her intake of breath was like a caress across his heated core.

Unable to withstand it, he lifted the beauty and placed her on the bedding. It was impossible not to gawk at the vision. From her full breasts to the delicate indentation of her waist to the flare of her soft hips she more than he could have ever dreamed for.

Away from her would be the makings of sleepless nights, tossing and turning wishing to be able to reach out and slide a hand from the silken waves down the soft skin.

The way Gavin openly studied her body made Freya reach for the edge of a blanket, but he stopped her. Taking her hand, he held it. "I can never tire of looking at ye like this. A beautiful sight to behold."

After holding her gaze, his eyes down to her breasts and then swept to between her legs, which gave her the opportunity to study him in turn. She could repeat his words when describing him.

The man was perfectly made as if sculped masterfully from a stone. Muscular arms and thighs, slender hips and ridged stomach.

Finally, he came over her, the weight of his body making her sink into the bedding. It felt wonderful when his mouth finally covered hers. The kiss explored and took from her what she offered and more.

Every inch of her body was live, each touch of his hands sending tingles of excitement throughout.

A moan escaped when his tongue traced circles around the tip of her right breast before moving across to pay the other homage. Freya moaned loudly, allowing herself freedom to not hold back one single bit. This was her night to enjoy, and she would fully.

They'd not been intimate, deciding to wait until the wedding night and it had been excruciating.

"I want ye so badly," Freya whispered into his ear then licking along the edge of it. She was rewarded by his intake of breath and soft grunt.

She slid her right foot up the side of his leg, loving the feel of the firm muscular tones.

"I cannae wait," Gavin said coming over her. "If it happens too quickly, I promise to make it longer for ye next time."

In truth she was as desperate for him. When he took himself in hand, Freya almost screamed for him to hurry. Finally, he prodded at her entrance, and she practically jumped out of her skin.

"Impatient are ye?" Gavin attempted to tease, but his breathlessness gave away that he too wanted to hurry.

"Gaaaviiin," she moaned moving her hips up in an attempt to take him.

When he slid between her sex, the length rubbing against the most intimate part, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck, Freya's back arched as she let out a loud gasp.

Gavin's lips curved and he slid his hardness up and down the same spot until she cried out.

"Ye are as much in need as I am," he whispered into her ear as he slowly inched into her body.

Freya was incoherent, still floating from the surprising reaction of her body to his.

When he thrust fully into her, Freya moaned.

He filled her completely, the silky staff sliding easily in and out of her slick moistness. Freya grasped his bottom with both hands loving the feel of his body, the way the muscles contracted with each movement.

In that moment they were one, fully joined in a way that only a man and a woman could be. Gavin was hers. Her husband, her lover.

They were and always would be, husband and wife.

Gavin pulled out, not all the way, then sunk back into her. Freya gripped his shoulders and lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist to allow him more freedom of movement.

He continued plunging in and pulling out. Each time Freya urged him to move faster, to not stop, her heated sex demanding to be drenched, while at the same time growing hotter.

Hard as she fought to stay grounded, it was impossible. An all-consuming pull pushed into the edges of her consciousness until she had no choice but to let go and fall into a heavenly abyss.

In a haze she realized Gavin continued moving, his body's own need taking over, all sense or rhythm dissolved. The sounds of their bodies colliding, and his deep moans filled the air around her ears, it was a delightfully sensual sound.

He tensed, then let out a guttural moan, his body trembling.

Freya wrapped her arms and tightened legs around him wanting to soak up every bit of what he gave.

When he collapsed atop her they remained joined.

"I love ye Gavin," Freya whispered, her breathing ragged. "So very much."

He lifted to look at her. "I am glad because I love ye as well."

Rolling from her, he brought her against his side, his arms around her, cradling Freya as if she were the most precious of things.

They were silent for a moment, then his breathing became slow and steady. Freya looked up to see that he'd fallen asleep.

A hand sliding down from her side to her hip woke Freya. She wasn't sure how long to have slept, but the fire in the hearth was only embers now.

Her breathing hitched when Gavin slid his hand from her hip and his fingers moved to between her legs. She bit down on her lip, but the whimper escaped nonetheless when he circled the nub between her folds, his breaths fanning across the side of her face.

Gavin brought her to the edge rolling her to her side facing away from him. "I need ye again," he murmured into her ear, his thickness pushing into her already burning sex.

With each movement in and out of her, his fingers continued their wonderful assault. Freya cried out and crested her sex tightening around his.

Hands on her hips, Gavin drove in and out of her in a steady rhythm until she began meeting his thrusts, pushing backward.

His fingers dug into her flesh as he buried deeper into her and spilled.

Freya fell into a sated sleep.

They were awakened by soft knocks, then Edina and another young woman brough in trays with food and beverages, which they left on a table by the hearth. Neither looked to the bed nor spoke.

Other than that, no one came to the bedchamber. Gavin guessed it was their family's attempt to give them time alone to discuss the particulars of their upcoming days.

It was hard to keep his mind focused as Freya rose from the bed, her mussed hair a tangled mess fell past her shoulders and over the tops of her small but shapely breasts. Her slender body beckoned, and he had a hard time keeping from pulling her back to the bed. Thankfully, or perhaps not, she donned a robe and tied a belt around her waist. As much as he hated that she covered herself, it helped him to think clearer.

He rose from the bed and wrapped the discarded tartan around his hips and then joined her at the small table.

"I have a wedding gift for ye," he said as he settled into the chair.

Freya's gaze moved from him to scan the room. "What is it?"

Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips. "I am going to live here with ye. It has been decided."

For a moment he thought she was disappointed as her face crumpled and Freya covered it with both hands. But then she leaped from her chair and threw herself into his lap covering his face with kisses. He'd never been so sure of a decision in his life.

"I cannae believe it. Say it again Gavin, so I know it is true."

"Alexander agrees. Although there is much to be done in Skye, he thinks it would be best for me to live here in this beautiful home and land with ye."

She kissed him on the lips, then on each cheek. "I am nae sure what to say. I am so very happy. What of the attackers? What of yer duties with the clan?"

"Knox, Munro and Cynden will help Alex. I can go and help if they need me," he told her. It had been his eldest brother who'd suggested that Gavin remain there. On Skye he would not have his own region, his own home since he was third born. Here he would have more than on Skye and it would add to Clan Ross holdings. It was a win for both his and Freya's family.

"I spoke to yer uncle, and he is relieved that his brother's lands will be well taken care of and that ye will continue to live here. Ignall is yer uncle's only male heir and expects to take over that land once it is time."

Freya's mouth covered his, her inexperienced kiss the sweetest he'd ever tasted.

Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears when meeting his. "Ye have made me so happy. I am nae sure to ever be able to demonstrate to ye how glad I am to be yer wife." Freya wiped an errant tear. "Thank ye." She kissed him again.

"Thank ye." She pressed her lips to Gavin's jaw. "So much for the perfect gift."

Gently, he pushed her from his lap and stood. When he lifted her into his arms and walked toward the bed, Freya gasped.

"Again?"

"Aye… Again."

They remained in the bedchamber for the rest of the day.