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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,”