"Therefore my favourite part of you. It shows me your strength, determination and courage." He kissed my hands, which were covering my most hated space, his green eyes never leaving my gaze.

I released a shaky breath, and he gently removed one arm at a time, leaning down to dust kisses around my belly button and lower, adoring every mark, scar and imperfection. "Every one of these marks that you hate, I will treasure, always, as they show me how hard you fought to stay alive, that you survived against the odds and it brought you here to me. To be with me."

I think I’m going to cry!

His hands dipped further, undoing my tartan shorts, pulling them down an inch at a time. Tudor’s eyebrows danced as he lowered my clan-coloured pants, “Auck aye the noo!” he teased.

When he reached my feet, he removed the last piece of clothing and he whispered, “Amazing. You’re f**king perfect.”

I blushed and held out my arms for him to come back, I didn’t like the loss. He didn’t waste any time and was on top of me in an instant.

We were all hands and lips for several minutes, until he rose over me and whispered, “I can’t wait, Sunshine… I need you… now. ”

I was nervous, he was just so much more than I had ever had before, and I didn’t just mean in size. I tensed as he slowly moved forward, and gritted my teeth at the initial feeling of fullness.

My invading pirate stopped and fixed his gaze on me, panting furiously. “Are you okay?”

I nodded despite the discomfort. “Just, just, keep going, I’m… it’s… look, there’s a lot of you to take, I’m trying to… adjust.”

He blushed, leaned in and kissed me, using the distraction to his advantage, groaning loudly and ploughing forwards. A light sweat had broken on our skin and we paused, just staring into each other’s eyes – enjoying the ecstasy of finally being together.

He brushed the tip of my nose with his, “Tash… you are… fuck... everything."

My hands ran across his back, feeling his defined muscles pulse with every movement, my hands landing on his firm backside, demanding more.

His hips became erratic and his hands reached for mine, dragging them over my head. He locked our fingers, holding hands tightly and he began to lose control.

“Tash, I need... I need… I-I don't want to hurt you, but... can I–?" he bit my shoulder, sucking the skin, unable to control the pleasure.

I nodded fast, trying to give him permission to release just as my back unexpectedly arched high and fireworks exploded behind my eyes. I could hear Tudor groaning loudly, his pace increasing further at my volcano-esque eruption.

His hands squeezed mine as he bellowed out my name – the most wonderful sound ever. He stilled, muscles straining, eyes closed and mouth gaping, before slumping exhaustedly over me, fighting to regain his strength.

As they say in Hollywood, that’s a wrap! And the Oscar goes to Tudor North and Tash Munro for an outstanding debut performance in a sex scene!

Chapter 19

Getting to know you…

I stared at the ceiling, tracing circles around Tudor’s back with both of my hands, hypnotised by his soothing breath warming my neck, feeling safe as his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me impossibly close.

My God! That was amazing! He actually wants me, he calls me beautiful, he makes me feel beautiful and he likes me for me, flaws and all and he doesn’t need a map to my G-spot – hallelujah!

It was definitely a dream. I subtly pinched myself again. “Ow!”

Tudor exhaled loudly and lifted up his body to move directly above me, looking disapprovingly at the second red mark that was forming. “Tash! Stop hurting yourself or you will force me to restrain your hands.” He smirked with bright eyes. “On second thoughts, we might be on to something there. Bruise away…”

I stuck out my tongue at him in response and he pecked my nose and stared into my eyes.

“Hey,” he whispered lovingly as his finger ghosted along my cheek.

“Hey.”

He closed his eyes and bit his lip, using his strong arms to lift his upper body. “Mmm, I don’t wanna move.” he complained.

“Then don’t. I’m good with staying like this for a while yet.”

He brushed my lips with his. They were so soft. “Did I hurt you? It felt too good and I lost it. I kind of ground you into the mattress towards the end.”

Mmm... didn’t you just. I still have the springs wedged in my spine to prove it.

I laughed and replied in a breathy, light voice, “Why no, but you have stolen my virtue, you thieving rotten scoundrel!”