I snagged her around the middle just as she went to leap over a large boulder, yanking her backward, crashing her against my chest.

“Running was a bad, bad idea,” I growled, loving that she’d run because I was desperate to punish her.

My hands groped her chest, fisting her breasts through the corset while cursing the fact that I couldn’t cup them through the restrictive boning.

“Let me go!”

“Never.” Grabbing both sides of the corset, I tore it down the middle. The fine ribbon holding it together snapped, freeing her breasts and leaving her gown gaping all the way to her belly button.

“Oh, my God.” She scrambled to get free, her willpower to run fading beneath her own lust. My teeth found her neck and clamped down hard while my fingers found her nipples and pinched with no mercy.

Her spine bowed, shoving her ass into my cock, giving me something to grind against.

We stood there, in a Scottish ruin set in some wooded battleground between Redcoats and Jacobites, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

Marching her forward, still squeezing her breasts and biting her throat, I found a rock large enough for her to lean on then spun her around.

She gasped, her eyes glowing with silver desire as I dropped to my knees and shoved her stupid petticoats and silk gown over my shoulders.

The world went dark as the fabric settled over me. The scent of her lust was heady and hot beneath the material, and I tore at the pantaloons, making a hole over her pussy.

Her hands landed on my head through the thick dress as my tongue lashed over her clit.

Her scream was muffled, but her full-body tremble made me groan with my own pent-up hunger.

I wasn’t gentle.

I’d gone past gentle the moment I’d dragged her from the carriage with full intentions to take her ruthlessly for using this stretch of road.

I devoured her with my tongue and punished her with two fingers as I speared them deep inside and found precisely how wet she was.

Drenched.

Her release fisted my two fingers as I bit her clit and thrust into her. Short and fierce, her orgasm was over as quickly as it’d struck.

I wanted what she’d just had.

I wanted to be inside her when I did.

Withdrawing my fingers, I fought my way out of the dense jungle of her dress, sucking in tree-green air instead of her heady musk.

Her hair stuck to her cheeks, and she blinked in a daze, unprepared for me to swipe at her legs and send her tumbling to the dirt beside me.

I caught her before she landed, then spread her gently on her back.

That was the only thing I’d do that was gentle.

The next moment, I shoved her skirts up to her waist, ensuring I didn’t cover her naked breasts or the red bite mark on her throat from my teeth.

She squirmed beneath me, her own greed splaying her legs wide. The urge to continue playing in character fought against our bond, giving her a flash of ferocity and fight.

“Get off me!” She shoved my shoulders, failing to push me off her.

“Not until I’ve fucked yer.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Lies. Yer want me to touch yer. Yer’re begging for it.” My hips pinned her down, all while my right-hand pulled up my kilt and removed any obstruction between us.

“No!”

“I told yer, yer mine.” I surged up.

My cock pierced her.

She screamed as I mounted and sank deep.

Holy.

Fuck.

Tight and deep and hot.

The urge to let go and spill inside her cramped my balls, and I pressed my forehead to hers, grappling for control.

“Fuck, yer feel too good.”

Her fingers yanked at my long hair. “Deeper.”

I chuckled. “Told yer, yer wanted me.”

“Do it.” Her hips arched, forcing every inch of me inside her.

We both groaned and shuddered.

Electricity zapped from her skin to mine, turning sex into magic.

I thrust, sending another crackle of fireworks through my blood.

“Oh—” she moaned and rocked with me, crushing our bodies together so no space, no air, no clothing existed between us.

I would never get sick of being inside this woman.

Never get over how perfectly we fit, no matter who we pretended to be.

Her mouth opened wide as I thrust up, filling her as much as possible. Her legs spread wider, her ankles trying to lock around my ass but failing with the heaviness of her dress.

I rutted into her, sharp and quick, taking her as viciously as she would’ve been taken by a Scottish highwayman if this was real.

“Feel that?” I growled into her ear. “My cock is inside yer. That means you can’t marry that codfish because you’re sullied. No longer a virgin for marriage.”

Her lips twisted. “Sullied, huh?”

I grinned. “By the worst kind of cur.”

Her fingernails scraped my shoulder blades as I continued to drive into her. “Sullied by Sully. It seems you have a knack—” She gasped as I thrust harder.

“Seeing as I’ve taken yer virginity, I might as well take yer dowry too and make yer an honest woman.” I kissed her, nipping at her lower lip, plunging my tongue in time to my cock thrusting inside her pussy. “I suppose yer’ll do as a wife.”

“You suppose?” She bit my bottom lip in retaliation.

I fucked her harder, making both of us breathless. “I’m not the marrying type, but if you let me fuck yer like this every day, marriage won’t be too bad.”

Her back bowed as I quickened our maddening pace. Our hearts pounded to a chaotic beat, pushing us closer and closer to an orgasm. “You can have me any way you want.”

“That a promise?” I dug my elbows into the ground, driving up and hard.

“It’s a vow.” She kissed me.

Our tongues lashed and our bodies thrust, and we rode each other up the mountain, through the clenching waves of bliss, and clung to each other as those waves turned to jerks of oversensitivity and aftermath.

Our orgasms crested and ended at the same time, leaving us boneless in each other’s arms.

Breathing hard, I looked down at the redheaded beauty who had mud smeared on her cheek and leaves tangled in her hair. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breath as I cupped her jaw and ran my thumb over her well-kissed bottom lip.

I wanted to tell her I loved her.

My entire chest swelled with overwhelming affection, but I had no words to give depth to what she did to me or reveal just how much playing with her in this way meant.

She was everything.

And I would never stop being humbled and awed that she loved me back.

“You’re looking at me that way again.”

“What way?” I cocked my head.

“The way that makes me think you’re contemplating how to cut your heart from your chest to hand it to me.”

“My heart belongs to yer.”

“And mine to you.” She kissed me sweetly. “Always.”

I shivered and rocked into her, keeping us joined. “I’ll hold yer to that.”

“Good.” Wriggling a little under my weight, she sighed contentedly and looked down at her naked chest. “Good job I don’t have to return to my carriage in shame. My dress is in pieces.”

“Yer breasts are too pretty to hide.”