Epilogue

“We will be late for supper,” Maisie said, trying to get out of the washbasin in their bedchamber.

Graeme pulled her more firmly between his thighs, sending water slapping over the edges of the basin to the hardwood floor. He leaned toward her and brushed his lips first to her neck, then to her ear before saying, “Then we will be late. I’d rather do this than eat.” He slid his soapy hands over her belly, just beginning to round with their child, and up to her breasts. His strong hands grazing her skin pushed all thoughts of supper away and ignited a burning need within her.

His fingers found her buds, and he teased them ever so gently until she was pulsing at her core. He trailed his right hand over her belly, into the water, and between her thighs, and he deftly parted her swollen flesh and touched her at the most sensitive spot on her body. Her breath hitched as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She arched back, tangling her fingers in his damp curls while he moved his fingers faster and faster, causing her to release a moan with the building tension. Heat built within her with an intensity that was exhilarating and made her desperate for what was to come.

“Graeme!” she demanded, rising to break free of his sweetly torturous pleasuring. Rivulets of water rolled over her breasts as she stood, down her belly and her thighs. When she glanced down at her husband, the love in his gaze made her chest ache with happiness. She started to lower herself over his thighs, but he stopped her with a gentle touch to her legs.

“Give me a breath,” he said, his voice a rumble from deep within his chest. She quirked her eyebrows for explanation, and he said, “I just want to memorize how bonny ye look in this moment.” He leaned forward and placed a hand on her belly, making her heart lurch, and then he kissed it before glancing up at her. “Thank ye for nae giving up on me, for loving me, and for the child ye are carrying.”

Joyful tears sprang to her eyes as she lowered herself down onto him. Maisie felt the fullness of Graeme inside her, and her heart swelled with love. She rested her forehead against his for a moment, letting her emotions wash over her as she allowed herself to be fully present in this intimate moment. “Thank ye for loving me, protecting me, trusting me, and welcoming my sister so wholeheartedly, even after everything with Brody. I love ye.”

Graeme’s strong arms held her close, drawing him even deeper into her. “And I love ye.”

As Maisie began to ride him, they found the rhythm she was beginning to know so well, and she felt the threads that bound them grow even stronger. Their bodies moved as one, synchronized by the beat of their hearts and their mutual desire. Graeme’s fingers dug into her thighs, holding her close as he thrust into her, each movement filling her with pleasure that built and built until it threatened to consume them both. His hands roamed her body, touching her in places that sent shivers down her spine, while his lips trailed kisses over her skin.

Maisie leaned in close to Graeme, one hand on his chest, the other on his powerful thigh as it flexed beneath her fingertips. “I love ye. I love ye,” she whispered. His heart pounded faster in response to her words, and his breathing grew heavier as they both approached the climax of their joining.

Graeme’s grip on her thighs tightened, pulling her closer to him with each thrust. “I love ye, too,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with passion. His eyes locked with hers, the intensity of his gaze matching the heat of their lovemaking. Love and devotion lightened his green eyes and fueled her desire for him.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through Maisie. The familiar buildup began, a warm sensation starting in her core and spreading outward. She gasped as the need for release grew stronger with each passing moment. Graeme’s gaze held hers as he matched her movements.

“Graeme,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over their ragged breaths. “I’m close.”

He answered with a low growl, thrusting harder and faster into her, and her body quivered with her impending release.

She clenched his shoulders as the pleasure mounted, until it was almost unbearable. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensations washing over her as Graeme continued to thrust deeply into her. Her heart raced as her climax drew nearer, closer and closer...

“Now!” Graeme’s voice was a low rumble that sent shivers down Maisie’s spine. He thrust into her one last time, hitting a spot deep within her that sent her over the edge into pure ecstasy. Beneath her, Graeme’s muscles flexed, and he let out his own growl of release.

They stilled, slick body to slick body, hearts pounding, Maisie draped over him utterly and perfectly exhausted, and she soaked in the moment. After a long stretch of silence, Graeme rose, managing to bring her with him, and he carefully placed her outside the washbasin and then climbed out himself. Before she could make a move toward the drying cloth, he’d collected it and was wrapping it around her. When she was snug inside the towel, he cupped her face, and his mouth descended on hers.

Their kiss was passionate yet tender, a testament to the love they shared. The taste of each other’s breath mingling with the scent of their lovemaking brought a warmth to Maisie’s heart that no words could describe. Graeme held her tightly, as if he never wanted to let go.

Slowly, they pulled apart, their eyes locked on each other’s. The love they shared was evident in their eyes. They were connected on a level that went beyond the physical. It was an unbreakable bond that only grew stronger with each passing day.

“I love ye,” Maisie whispered, new tears welling in her eyes.

Graeme smiled, tracing her cheek with his thumb before leaning in to softly kiss her tear-filled eyes, leaving a trail of warmth behind. “I love ye, too, lass. Now, let’s go feed the little bairn ye are carrying.”

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