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Before she knew it, his kilt was off, and he covered her body, pressing her into the mattress and kissing her fervently. She didn’t know how, but her clothing was off too, and his mouth was on her, kissing, licking, and biting every inch of her body.

“Mine,” he growled between the kisses, claiming her body like he had already claimed her soul.

It was gentle and passionate, rough and tender, skillful and desperate all at the same time. Their every breath and every moan mingled as one until she didn’t know which sound came from whom, which breath belonged to whom, and where he began and she ended.

The only thing she knew was that when he finally thrust his length into her core, and they both paused, looking into each other’s eyes, she finally felt complete.

He kissed her then, their bodies touching from head to toe, their souls connected, mingled, and intertwined.

Then he moved within her, and they were lost in a captivating dance of love.

She surrendered her body and mind at that moment, no longer caring to think, only to feel, until he brought her to the highest form of bliss.

* * *

Ian.

Helen awakened with a blissful smile on her lips and a pleasant, languid feeling in her body. She turned to the side and stretched out her arm, only to encounter the warm body of the man lying next to her.

Her smile widened, and she opened her eyes, staring at the gorgeous man lying before her. Her man.

He was still asleep, which made it so much more odd and sweet at the same time when the arm that was snaked around her waist tightened and pulled her closer. Helen traced her finger on his chest, studying the topography of his body until a warm hand settled over hers.

Helen looked up to a smiling Ian. He still had his eyes closed, but his cheeky expression spoke volumes.

“Good morning,” she murmured and pressed a quick kiss to his chin.

“Mmm,” Ian answered as he turned his head and captured her lips for a deep kiss. He moved on top of her, covering her body with his, his hands roaming her naked skin.

Helen’s fingers sifted through his hair and held him tightly to her, as her knees spread, letting him settle between her thighs.

A knock on the door startled them both before the door opened and Anna, Ian’s sister, sauntered inside with no care in the world. “Are ye awake?” she asked without bothering to look at the bed. “Father w—”

Helen yelped and struggled to scoot out from Ian’s embrace.

“Get the devil out of here,” Ian growled as he covered Helen with a blanket and shielded her from Anna’s view.

“Ian!” Anna yelped before running away from the room as if the devil himself was on her heels.

A nervous laughter burst out of Helen’s lips as she sank deeper into the bed and covered her face with her hands.

“How absolutely embarrassing,” she murmured between bursts of laughter.

Ian grunted. “Who comes in without waiting for a reply to a knock?” His voice sounded so annoyed that Helen couldn’t help but renew her laughter.

“I need to go and apologize to her,” Helen finally said.

Ian looked at her as if she was mad. “She is the one who needs to apologize, not you.” He scooted closer to her and pulled her against his body, his voice dropping lower by one octave. “And we need to continue what we started.”

Helen let out a chuckle. “We can’t. I can’t. Not after Anna walked in.”

Ian raised his brow. “I wager I can make you forget.”

Helen didn’t doubt it for one moment, but she shook her head. “I need to speak to Anna. Perhaps she wanted to tell me something urgent.”

“What if I want to tell you something urgent?” he pouted gruffly, the way she hadn’t seen him do before. The way that made Helen love him more.

She leaned in and kissed him slowly, their tongues entwining and gliding in a sinful dance. She pulled away before he could pull her closer and shook her head. “Later.”