“It’s yer turn now, Emma,” Jaime said, struck by the overwhelming emotions that flowed between Gavin and Emma. Even a fool could see that they were deeply in love.

  “I, Emma Abernathy, in the name of the spirit of God that resides within us all, by the life that courses through my blood and the love that resides within my heart…” Emma’s voice began to tremble as she spoke her vows. She broke off, collecting herself, and was strengthened in her resolve as Gavin squeezed her hands encouragingly.

  She swallowed the lump in her throat and repeated the words after Jamie. “I take the, Gavin Mackinnon to my hand, my heart, and my spirit, to be my chosen one. To desire thee, and be possessed by thee, without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again.”

  Emma’s resolve crumbled when she spoke these words. Could she live out the remainder of her life without Gavin? Could she make it to heaven so that she would be reunited with him? Losing Gavin would be more than she could bear.

  “It’s alright, sweetheart,” Gavin said tenderly, understanding the reasons behind her tears. He knew exactly why she was crying and there wasn’t a damn thing that he could do to prevent her tears.

  Emma shook her head briskly from side to side. It wasn’t alright. Gavin was leaving to war, and that certainly was not alright.

  “Carry on, Jamie,” she said tersely as she collected herself.

  “Repeat after me if ye will,” he said, swallowing hard as he watched Emma struggle to contain her emotions.

  “Ye are blood of my blood, and bone of my bone,” Emma said, looking up and speaking directly and fervently into Gavin’s green eyes. “I give you my body, that we two might be one. I give you my spirit, until our life shall be done.”

  “I love ye, Emma,” Gavin said softly and lowered his lips to hers. His lips were warm against her skin, and Emma savored his sweet touch, hoping that her memories of his kiss, his gentle touch against her skin would be enough. They would have to be enough.

  Gavin broke the kiss and moved away from Emma so that Jamie could unbind their hands.

  “Jamie, with ye as our witness, we are handfast from this day. For a year and a day, Emma Abernathy, ye are mine,” he said, beaming now. A soon as his hands were released, he reached up and wiped away her tears, just as he had been longing to do. “I intend tae wed ye properly in kirk when I return,” he said, kissing Emma on the forehead and pulling her into his embrace. “And Jamie, if I doona return, ye shall see tae it that Emma moves on. With God as my witness I intend tae get back tae ye, woman, but in the event that I canna, ye willna just lie down and die.”

  Chapter Three

  Upon entering Mackinnon keep, Gavin swept Emma into his arms and she let out a surprised squeal of delight. He took the stairs up to his chamber two at a time. Emma giggled softly against his chest and he couldn’t help but smile. The sound of Emma laughing was beautiful to behold.

  “I can’t believe that it’s proper for us to do this! What if someone see us? What if your mother…”

  “We’re all but marrit, Emma. And when have ye ever been concerned with what’s proper?” Gavin asked, silencing her concerns with a possessive kiss as he opened the door to his chamber and carried Emma inside. He slid the deadbolt into place and turned his attention back to his bride.

  Emma fitted her hands behind Gavin’s neck and opened her mouth so that he could deepen the kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth and pressed deliciously against her own, and she moaned against him.

  “Gavin,” she whispered as pleasure swept over her senses. Goosebumps broke out on her flesh and her body thrummed with desire that was ignited further by Gavin’s kiss.

  Continuing his complete possession of her mouth, Gavin gently slid Emma down the length of his body and settled her feet on the flagstone floor. His hand moved to the base of her neck and he pressed his lips eagerly against hers. The way that Emma’s desire matched his own pleased him. She was bold in her kisses, she hungered for him. Her tongue dueled with his, sweet and yet insistent. Her aching need was evidenced in the way that she kissed him.

  Gavin broke away slightly and rested his forehead against Emma’s.

  “I want ye sae bad, love,” he whispered, trembling with his need. His cock was hard and ready beneath his kilt. He ached to be inside of her.

  “I want you too,” Emma said boldly, her eyes smoldering with passion. Truth be told, she didn’t know exactly what it was that she wanted, but she knew that whatever it was, whatever would quell this lovely ache between her thighs, Gavin would give to her. “Show me,” she whispered as she bit her lower lip and took Gavin’s hand. She led him towards the giant four poster bed, butterflies of anticipation fluttering anxiously in her belly.

  Gavin laughed softly. His cock pulsed beneath his kilt when he thought of how good it would feel to bury himself deep within Emma’s tight, wet heat. He made a conscious effort to slow down. This would be her first time and he vowed to make it perfect even if it killed him in the process.

  “I want tae take this slowly,” he said huskily as he trailed after Emma towards the bed. “I want both of us tae remember this, tae think back about how beautiful it was tae make love tae each other for the rest of our lives,” he said.

  Pain flashed into Emma’s eyes. “Don’t talk like that, Gavin,” she scolded, straightening her spine. “You talk like there’s a possibility that you won’t come back. I know that you’ll come back to me,” she whispered. Emma laid her head against his chest and focused on the hammering of his racing heart beneath her hear. She slid her fingers boldly up under his linen shirt, her pulse racing in tandem with his as her fingers grazed over his taught abdominal muscles.

  Gavin shuddered and fitted his arms loosely about Emma’s waist. His hand slipped down to cup her bottom and he pulled her against his desire.

  Emma felt the length of Gavin’s erection against her belly. She pressed herself against him experimentally and was rewarded by Gavin’s immediate response. He growled low in his throat and squeezed her bottom, pulling her more firmly against himself. Emma smiled wantonly against his chest. She loved that her slightest movement could affect him so.

  Her fingers slid from underneath Gavin’s shirt. She delighted in the feeling of his sinewy abdominal muscles beneath her fingers. She slowly withdrew her hand from the warmth under his shirt. Her fingers found the buttons at the top of the shirt and deftly undid them. At last, she helped Gavin remove his shirt and she had him where she wanted him.

  Stepping back, she appraised her lover openly now. His chest was broad and expansive, covered by rippling sinewy muscles. Gavin worked hard in the lists, and the fruits of wielding his sword in preparation for battle were evident in his muscular physique. Her bare-chested warrior was a sight to behold and her breath caught in her throat as her eyes worshiped his beautiful body.

  Emma’s eyes were clouded with desire and they flitted up to Gavin’s. He was pleased when he saw the raw desire simmering in her blue eyes. The only thing that would please him more would be to get her naked.

  “Fair’s fair,” Gavin chided as he glanced down at Emma’s blue silk wedding gown. The dress hugged her curves perfectly and he watched how her breasts rose and fell with each breath that she took, teasing him as they peeked above the low neckline of the gown. Gavin fought the urge to tear the fabric from her body.

  Color flushed Emma’s face, as she seemed to read his very thoughts. She bit her lower lip in anticipation and turned her back to Gavin so that he could undo her laces. His eager fingers fumbled with the lacings and at last he tore them free, loosening the gown from Emma’s thin frame.

  Emma looked over her shoulder continued to bite her lower lip, as she did when she was nervous. The love and desire that burned in Gavin’s eyes emboldened her, and she allowed the dress to slide down her body while her back was still turned to Gavin. She wore nothing beneath the dress.

  She watched as the heat in Gavin’s eyes intensified. His eyes scanned over her body, burning her flesh with the intimacy of his gaze. His desire for her body played openly across his handsome face. Emma let the dress fall to the ground around her feet, and she slowly turned towards Gavin.

  Gavin swallowed hard. His cock pulsed painfully with arousal. Emma was so beautiful, so perfect. Best of all, she was his.

  “Emma,” he whispered huskily as he beheld his beautiful bride. She stood before him proud and unashamed. She was perfect in every way. Her long blonde hair was unbound, just how he liked it, and cascaded in waves mid-way down her back. Her waist was slender and her belly flat. Gavin’s eyes lingered lower. Emma had a beautiful thatch of blonde curls that shielded her womanhood and Gavin fought to remain his composure when he looked at her just there. Tonight he would bury himself inside of her. He would be surrounded by those very curls tonight, and his pulse hammered in his veins with this very thought.

  His gaze shifted up to her beautiful, full breasts. His lips ached to kiss them, to shower them with his love. He planned to suckle her pert pink nipples until they stood erect from the assault of his kisses.

  If only I had more time. I’d worship every inch of ye if I had more time!

  Gavin closed the distance between them and pulled Emma against his chest. He cupped her delicious naked bottom and pulled her intimately against his erection. His lips claimed hers possessively and she yielded to him by opening her mouth to welcome his invasion. Gavin growled appreciatively at her response to his kiss. She wanted him and it pleased him greatly.

  Emma sensed the urgency in his kiss and she met his desire, hot and fervent. Gavin deepened the kiss, kissing her nearly senseless. He plundered her mouth until she was breathless in her desire for him. She wanted more of him, needed more of him to quell the delicious burning deep within her belly.

  Gavin’s lips left hers and he trailed kisses over her collarbone. His lips found her nipple and he began to suckle. Shivers of pleasure shot down Emma’s spine. She cried out with surprise at the newness of this sensation. The feeling of his lips against her sensitive nipple made the blood course through her veins as if it was on fire. Emma moaned loudly and felt as though her knees would give out. Never had she experienced such exquisite pleasure.

  Gavin tugged gently on her erect nipple with his teeth. Emma cried out again and cupped his face between her hands. Her hands moved up and raked though Gavin’s hair. She held his lips to her breast, urging on his sweet torment. His lips worked her nipple expertly. His tongue circled around her deliciously, causing her to arch against him.

  Emma seemed to melt against him and Gavin thought it wise to lower her onto his massive bed before her knees gave out. He spread her out before himself, taking a moment to drink in her beauty before covering her with his fevered body as she lay naked atop his bed.

  “Ye liked that, did ye no?” Gavin chuckled as he placed light kisses down her side. He avoided kissing her breasts deliberately, seeking to drive Emma wild with desire for his kiss.

  “Yes,” Emma moaned against him. Her hands knotted in his unbound hair. “Do that again…please,” she begged.

  “Gladly,” Gavin growled as his lips claimed the nipple of Emma’s other breast. He palmed her sweet globes and tormented her with his tongue until she was arching against him. Gavin’s mouth became more demanding, harder against her breasts, and Emma found that she liked that. She loved the need that she felt in his touch. She loved that she could feel just how much he wanted her.

  He smelled spicy yet sweet and his unbound hair tickled her breasts in the most delicious way. He regained control of himself and nibbled at her breasts as he alternated suckling her nipples with tracing his fingers lightly over her delicate skin. Gavin wanted to pleasure Emma thoroughly and he took his time worshiping her beautiful, full breasts. He wanted her mad with desire and he could tell that the lass enjoyed what he was doing to her. When he at last lifted his mouth from her breasts, Emma found herself gasping for air after his sweet assault.

  Gavin’s lips trailed down to press soft kisses down her belly and Emma arched instinctively against him. Her nails scored the flesh of his shoulders as he kissed his way languidly down her body.

  “Yer sae beautiful,” he murmured as he tasted her sweet, warm skin.

  Emma’s heart fluttered at his words. She lay completely naked before him and she had not a shred of embarrassment. Being this way with Gavin seemed so right.

  Gavin kissed the warm skin just above her thatch of blond curls. Electricity shot through Emma’s veins at the touch of his lips on her very sensitive skin. The throbbing between her legs intensified.

  “Do ye like this?” he whispered, his breath warm over her newly sensitized flesh.

  She threaded her hands in his hair in answer. “Yes,” she admitted brazenly, her response spurring him onward.

  “Good. Then I imagine ye will like this as well,” he whispered huskily as he trailed his tongue over her hot skin, causing tingles to race down her spine.

  Her nipples puckered in response to his tongue gliding over her heated flesh. Gavin’s touch made her ache deep inside. Her fingers explored his skin, memorizing the contours of his muscled back and shoulders. Her body trembled with anticipation as Gavin’s tongue slid lower. Emma wanted, needed something more from him now.

  Surprising her, Gavin parted her delicate folds with his fingers. He groaned loudly when his fingers met her wetness. She was more than ready for him and his cock throbbed in response to this realization. He fought the masculine instinct to rise up and bury himself inside of her. Her pleasure would come first.

  Emma gasped, and Gavin felt her muscles tense beneath him.

  “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he whispered against her skin. “Let me show ye, let me love ye,” he encouraged as he against placed soft kisses on the skin at the tops of her thighs.

  Emma’s breathing was ragged. She was surprised when Gavin touched her so intimately and yet his kisses, his tender caresses felt so good. She drew in a sharp, shaky breath as his fingers touched her again. Touched her there.

  “Och, lass. Yer sae wet for me,” Gavin murmured approvingly as his finger slid over the slick wetness between Emma’s delicate folds.

  Fire shot through Emma’s veins at Gavin’s touch. His fingers slid over her delicate skin and she arched her back, moaning in response to his touch.

  Aroused nearly beyond the point that he could control himself, Gavin gritted his teeth. Touching Emma like this was exquisite torture. She was so wet, so ready for him, and yet he held back. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep within her, to spill his seed in her womb. Yet, he knew that he must go slowly and make this moment right for Emma. He wanted to make absolutely sure that she was ready. He was honored as her husband to be the one to take her virginity and he vowed silently to himself that their first joining would be perfect. Emma deserved nothing less.

  Gavin moved his finger gently, caressing the bead of Emma’s hidden desire. She called out in response to his expert touch and Gavin smiled against her thigh. Oh, how he loved giving her pleasure. Emma’s hips began to shift, pressing back against him as he caressed her. Her sighs now came as raspy, broken breaths. Her moans made Gavin’s cock pulse painfully as he touched her, driving them both to the brink of ecstasy.

  Gavin slid a finger inside of Emma and a whimper of immense pleasure escaped from her mouth. Her response pleased him greatly and he groaned as his finger was surrounded by her slick, wet heat. She was so tight.

  Emma arched back against the bed.

  “Gavin!” she cried out, wrenching her hands in his hair as he pleasured her with his finger.

  “Aye, love. Let me show ye pleasure,” he whispered against her thigh. “Let yerself go,” he coaxed as he stroked her softly.

  He moved his finger slowly, deliberately in and out of her tight sheath, working her to a fever pitch. Emma bent her knees as spread her legs wider in response to his sweet torment. The aching between her thighs had reached a new intensity and she was lost now, completely consumed with her desire for Gavin. She wanted more.

  Gavin flicked his tongue against the bead of Emma’s desire and she nearly screamed as her overwhelming desire intensified. Her fingers tugged at his hair, and her nails scored the skin of his shoulders. Gavin smiled against her and traced his tongue around and around her clitoris. He drove her half mad with his expert tongue, spurring her need with gentle flicks of his tongue as he drove his finger into and out of her tight sheath.

  She was more than ready for him and he could wait no longer.

  Rising above Emma, Gavin swiftly removed his kilt. He settled his engorged cock at the junction of her thighs and gritted his teeth as the head of his erection pressed at the entrance to her womanhood. Her wet skin was feverish with desire, and Gavin’s cock throbbed with the need to be inside of her. His muscles were tense as he fought to remain in control. This had to be perfect. Emma deserved perfect.

  “With this ye are mine, we are bound together as husband and wife,” he said huskily, using every ounce of restraint to keep himself from delving into her hot sheath. “Look at me Emma. Say that yer mine,” he demanded, breathing heavily with the effort that it took to hold back from taking her.

  Emma opened her blue eyes. They were clouded with passion, and she struggled to focus. “Yours,” she whispered with conviction. “And you are mine,” she vowed. “Make me your wife, Gavin.”

  Unable to hold back for a second longer, Gavin drove into her. The sweet glory that he found in entering her consumed him and he growled loudly with ecstasy as he claimed her virginity, tearing through the resistance of her maidenhead.

  Emma cried out in pain and her whimper caused Gavin to freeze. The agony of holding himself still within her nearly killed him.

 

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