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Aimil eyed Parlan intently. “I dinnae suppose ye may have changed your mind.”

“Nay. I was determined to have ye as soon as I kenned ye werenae a child too young for the having.”

Parlan scooped her up in his arms and gently deposited her on the bed. It astounded her that such a large man could move with such silent speed. When he partially covered her body with his own, she shivered slightly. His large, strong body made her feel very small and very fragile, yet she was not really afraid. Instead, she felt the desire she craved to taste eke into her veins.

“Dinnae be afeard of me, sweeting. I mean only to pleasure ye,” he whispered, brushing soft kisses over her cheeks.

“Pleasure yourself, ye mean,” she grumbled, but felt an odd tingling where his lips touched her skin.

“Aye, but ye as weel, Aimil. Just relax and give yourself over to me.”