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muscles quivered, seized, then contracted, only to repeat over and over.
    “Dinnae come. Hold on to that edge and wait for me.”
    She wanted to obey him, but her orgasm sat so thick and full and heavy in her body. Ripples began to wash through her. She couldn’t control it. “I cannot.”
    “Ye can.”
    Sharp daggers of desire ripped through her body. Icy air hissed over her teeth. Her pelvis shot up, forcing his fingers deeper inside her, but he jerked them out, stealing her climax, making her crazed with lust.
    “Wait for me.” He set his cock at her opening and positioned the candle overtop her breasts.
    “Nay!” Her heart punched her ribs, waiting, fearful, expectant…
    He pushed the head of his cock inside her and tipped the candle on its side. Fiery wax dripped over her nipples, between her breasts and down her belly in a rain of burning heat. Her entire body lurched at the pain, then shuddered with pleasure as he filled her canal with his thick erection.
    She screamed, overwhelmed with sensations. Her body burned inside and out as he thrust a little deeper, pushed a little harder, stretching her sheath inch by inch until, at last, he was buried to the hilt inside her.
    Her chest hurt, her throat burned. She was surely going to die.
    He returned the candle to the bedside table then leaned into her ear. “Now ye may come.”
    Her orgasm broke through her like the tide crashing against the rocky crag—fierce and violent. She surrendered to the clawing need and melted as wave after glorious wave of blissful release flowed through her womb. “Oh, Magnus!”
    He kissed her while she rode to the peak of the summit. She’d never experienced anything quite so intense, so heavenly, so utterly divine. She felt weightless now, like she was falling, like she was floating.
    “Ye are beautiful.” He rocked back and forth with deliberate slowness and kissed her cheeks one at a time.
    She felt beautiful and free and treasured. “Thank ye. Thank ye…” she repeated, still lost in this world of ecstasy.
    When the initial surge finally faded, she opened her eyes just enough to see the smile lift his handsome face. “’Twas my pleasure.”
    He continued a steady rhythm in and out of her until his moans turned to grunts. His pace quickened, grew fervent, carnal. Soon, he raised her hips off the bed and impaled her a final time with a guttural roar. Hot bursts of semen filled her belly, heating her womb, making her pine for life, for family…for him.
    “I’m so grateful ye changed your mind.” He hovered over top her for long moments, eyes boring into hers. The current of emotions passing between them touched her deeper than any physical caress. She could trust this man. She could let him into her heart.
    She could love him.
    Her arms ached, wanting to touch him, wanting to hold him. “Release me.”
    He untied the knots, then easily gathered the chunks of wax off her oiled skin and returned them back to the mouth of the pillar.
    “Ye might have warned me about the wax,” she scolded him with little effect.
    “I might have.” He grinned and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. As they lay in a tangle of slick limbs, she rested her cheek on his chest and waited for her misgivings to return.
    But they didn’t.
    Everything about this felt right—the way their bodies curved together, the way their hearts beat in unison. ’Twas all so…perfect.
    He caressed her hair. “Why did ye change your mind?”
    She rose up and stared at him, searching for an answer. She could hardly tell him she’d been protecting Vanna. Not that it mattered now. He’d made his decision. He’d chosen Effie. Vanna was sure to be angry at first, but Effie vowed to find her sister a suitable husband. Whether she intended to be faithful to that husband would be up to her.
    “Effie?” He coaxed her for a response.
    Effie offered him a reason he would likely believe. “I wanted to know if I was still desirable.”
    He pulled her