When he pressed his mouth forward and found her nub of pleasure, his tongue and teeth drove circles around her.
Cries of pleasure at the intimacy of such a caress wailed from her lungs. Her hands clenched the sheets balling them in desperation. Currents of pleasure coursed through her blood.
With every moan, he moved faster.
She thrashed, lust pouring through her limbs.
When she thought she could take it no longer she begged him to take her. “Please, Duncan, I need you in me. All of you.”
He pulled up and in one swift motion drove himself home. The waiting did have its advantages.
“Heaven,” he murmured, sheathing himself to the hilt in her warmth. With each thrust he branded her his.
Mine. He chanted in his head.
Tara heard him and smiled. He possessed her mind, body, and soul, and she would have it no other way. Love poured out of her when they crested together.
Love floated over them as they fell asleep still joined.
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It took several days for the wedding festivities to end, and even longer for the last of the guests to leave. Several times during the celebrations, Duncan and Tara rode off together for a few hours of alone time. They often returned to heckling.
Settling into a routine once the Keep was rid of its guests had a calming effect on Tara. She worked in the gardens tending the vegetables and herbs.
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and mineral we can grow.” She dug into the soil with the help of a small wooden hand tool. Duncan stood over her with a scowl.
“We have servants to do this, lass. I don’t want to see you covered in dirt.”
Tara glanced up, sent him a chaste smile. “You didn’t mind a few days ago.”
She referred to the day when they didn’t make it all the way into the cabin where they had first made love. It was a good thing the cabin was sheltered by a grouping of trees. Otherwise, anyone could have seen the future Laird of Coinnich rolling around in the grass with his wife. She didn’t even try and explain the dirt stains on her dress when they came back to the Keep.
“Still...” Duncan bent down and stopped her from digging.
“Try to understand. I’m not good at needle point and every time I go to the kitchens someone chases me away. At least out here I can do something useful.”
“But...”
“And I like it, I really do. Just look at this.” She stood and walked him to a plant with huge green leaves and a bright yellow flower. “It’s my first Zucchini. I never had time to do this before, now I have more time than I know what to do with.”
“I don’t know.”
She saw a crack in his resolve, and drove her point further. “If I can have a little help from my big powerful husband, and his special gift, I’ll be able to keep this garden going all winter. Or at least most of it.” “What kind of help?” he asked.
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“You want me to heat the soil?”
“Yes, and maybe a quick little dehydrating of a few seeds.”
“Tara...”
“I’ll make it worth your while.” She moved closer, until she felt her breasts push up against his chest. “Very worth your while.” She nibbled a sexy little spot on his neck.
You’re wicked.
And you love it!
By the time Duncan walked away, a small section of Tara’s garden had a lovely warm temperature that would germinate the seeds placed under a layer of rich soil.
Tara talked to the plants while she finished up her work for the day. “Now you be sure and grow quickly. I have an appetite for a rich tomato sauce, and the garlic is almost ready.” She picked a wayward weed and tossed it aside. She added a splash of water before brushing off her hands for the last time. “There.” She looked down at her handiwork. “Not bad for a day’s labor.”
Several rows of newly planted seeds waited for a bit of sun to peak into the courtyard. “Hmmm.” She clapped her hands together as the idea formed in her head, then went in search for her father-in-law.
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Fall closed in, bringing the bite of winter to the morning hours. The family gathered around the fire after Amber and Cian had gone to bed.