Pressing her hips back against him, she welcomed him deeper, relishing the sensation of his firmness filling her. With a contented sigh, she nestled against his chest as they moved together, their bodies synced in a slow, profound rhythm. A gasp escaped her lips, a mingling of pleasure and surprise, and he instinctively adjusted his hold on her and murmured, "I’m sorry. I didna mean to hurt ye. But I do want to be in ye, to stay in ye, sae deep. I want to leave the feel o’ me deep inside ye wi’ my seed. I want to hold ye sae and stay wi’ ye ’til dawn and leave ye sleepin’ and go, wi’ the shapes o’ ye warm in my hands."