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escape you even when I am home or in battle.  Nay lass, I do not hate you.  I cannot.”
    His lips found hers again and he felt like he had found something he had searched for all of his adult life.  Home.  This was what his heart had sought.  Everything he had longed for was here with this one woman.  How was it possible to feel this way about a woman he barely knew?
    She made a small sound that ignited his desires to a point of almost pain. 
    He felt as if his body was being torn apart.  He was shattering and the only thing holding him together was this one English woman.
    He took her face in his hands and marveled at the softness of her cool skin.  Her arms circled his neck and her soft breasts pressed against the hard wall of his chest. 
    He growled as he devoured her.  He couldn’t sate his hunger for her.  He needed more and he cursed himself for a weakling.
    “I need you Anne.  God how I need you.”
    Her fingers wove into his hair and pulled him close for another kiss.  Her innocent movements and openness made him burn hotter.
    She wore no corset and his hand traveled down her body to cup her one perfect globe.  She wasn’t overly large, but she filled his hand nicely.
    She gasped when he squeezed, telling him she had never been touched like that before.  The knowledge caused his mind to blank, nothing mattered but claiming her.  He wanted to plunder and claim her as his own so no one would dare touch her again.  Anne belonged to him.  Any man that touched her would taste the edge of his broad sword.  He would spill the blood of any man who dared touch what was his. 
    Alliances be damned.  Anne was the only woman for him, the only one who would ever share his bed or his heart.
    “Anne, tell me to stop and I’ll stop, but tell me now before I am past my strength.”
    Her voice was barely above a whisper.  “I don’t want you to stop.”
    With a growl he tugged at her clothes.  Before either could regain thought they were both naked.  He laid out his kilt to make the straw more comfortable and then he covered her with his body.  Nothing had ever felt so right, nothing had ever felt so important.
    “Have ye ever been with a man lass?”  He asked, but he already knew the answer to his question.
    “No.”
    She sounded lost in passion, but a little scared too.  Malcom kissed her until she was relaxed in his arms.  Then he let his hand trail down her body again.  She was so soft he feared he would hurt her just by running his roughened hands along her body. 
    Her sighs filled his head.  He had to go slow, to prepare her.  He teased the taught peak of one breast and then the other before he let his hand travel further.  He replaced his hand with his mouth and suckled her breast lustily as his fingers found the dark nest of curls between her thighs.  He was rock hard and aching to fill her, but he had to take it slow.  He didn’t want to hurt her.  It seemed of the utmost importance that he not hurt her more than nature required.  Nothing would ever hurt her again.
    She tensed when he pressed one finger into her moist opening and he thought she would protest.
    “Shh lass, I’ll be easy with you.  It will hurt a little this first time, but I’ll make sure you’re ready to take me.”
    His words didn’t seem to ease her.  He found the little bud between her thighs and rubbed it in slow circles as he rose to look into her eyes in the dimness of the barn.
    “I’ll take care of you Anne.  I will always take care of you.  I swear it.” 
    When she started making pleasure noises he probed her again while continuing to rub her with his thumb.  Her hips moved restlessly as he worked her.  She tensed again when he added another finger and worked at stretching her.  He was a large man and she was tiny, fragile.  He shouldn’t even be touching her at all, but he was weak.  He was weak and a fool, but he would die without her.
    “I need you to be ready for me lass.  I’m