Page 85 of The Ruthless Laird's Virgin
“Callum!” she suddenly cried out, feeling her legs shake as wave after wave of delicious release spasmed through her core.
It did not take long for Callum to join her as his body suddenly stiffened, giving one final thrust before he, too, cried out and groaned in pleasure.
Their bodies tangled together in the sheets as he rolled her over and placed her on his chest. They took a moment to catch their breath before Eleanor finally opened her eyes and smiled at him.
“Did ye enjoy that, macree?” He smiled down at her, running his hands through her tangled, loose hair.
“Aye,” her cheeks filled with color as she felt a little embarrassed in the aftermath of what they had done. Had she really been as bold as to take him in her mouth and express the longing she had felt?
As if he could read her thoughts, Callum’s smile broadened. “And where did ye learn that little trick of yers?”
Her blush deepened as she drew her lower lip between her teeth and began to draw lines on his chest with the tip of her finger. “I didnae learn it, it just felt natural in the moment. Ye did the same for me, and I wanted to return the favor.”
His smile broadened into a smirk. “Aye, I did do that to ye, macree. Did ye like it?”
Her words suddenly failed her again as she averted her gaze, utterly mortified at the fact that she had loved his tongue caressing her.
“Ye daenae need to be shy around me, macree. Ye express yer feelings, especially when it comes to pleasure.” He laughed softly under his breath and continued to stroke her hair.
Feelings.
Eleanor’s mind suddenly drifted in a different direction as she thought of how she had never told him how she truly felt. How she had longed for him long before he had come to her in the garden. “Can I really tell ye how I feel?” She regained her composure and propped her chin up on her hand while leaning on his chest.
Callum seemed to soften as he continued to play with her hair. “Aye, macree, ye can tell me whatever ye feel.”
“I love ye,” she said in one breath before she lost her nerve.
The deep look of passion in his eyes only intensified as he stopped stroking her hair.
“I… I wanted to tell ye on the day of the battle. I realized how much I cared for ye, but there wasnae time.” Her heart began to beat even faster when he remained silent. “I…” she began again, but felt her words being cut short when Callum suddenly gripped her shoulder and rolled her over, positioning himself above her as he looked down.
“I love ye more than words can say, macree. I wanted to tell ye even before the battle. Ye had crept into me mind like the traitors of the castle.”
Bursting out with laughter, Eleanor shook her head. “Well, that isnae romantic,” she continued to giggle at the serious look on his face.
“Nae, it isnae romantic, but it is the truth. Ye got under me skin and crawled yer way into me heart.”
Her laughter stopped as she took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “And is that a bad thing?”
Callum shook his head. “Nothin’ ye ever do can be a bad thing, macree. I will love ye until the end of time, nay matter how badly ye get under me skin.”
“I love ye too, Callum, and shall continue to love ye until the very last breath leaves me body.”
EPILOGUE
ONE YEAR LATER…
“Are ye still choppin’ wood when ye have more servants than any other laird in Scotland?” Eleanor asked as she neared the section of the courtyard that was used for chores. The sun shone down on them all, creating a warm atmosphere that warded off the chill from her bones.
Servants and soldiers alike milled about the courtyard, going about their duties as the humdrum of the day continued in peaceful solitude. It was not even eight in the morning, and already, Callum had built a pile of wood at his side. It was not like him to leave her alone in bed, but she knew that his mind was full of the things to come in the future.
More and more lairds had come forward after the incident and swore their allegiance to Callum and the Fraser clan. The result had been that Callum had gained more lands than he knew what to do with.
Swinging the axe one last time, Callum brought it down with a mighty blow, sending splinters of wood flying into the air. The heady scent of sawdust carried on the breeze as Eleanor held back, moving her hand in front of her face to ward off some of the dust.
“The servants have enough to occupy their time,” Callum said as he took a step back and left the axe embedded in the wood. Sweat beaded his brow as he dusted his hands together. His off-white shirt was covered in dust, but Eleanor still felt as if he were the most handsome man that she had ever seen.
“And ye daenae have enough to occupy yer own time?” Eleanor cocked her head to the side as she tried to wrap her arms around her ever-growing belly.
