Page 34 of Across a Windswept Isle
Epilogue
Four Months Later …
“This is just how I saw ye in my dreams, my love.” Lachlan shifted one of the flowers to lay on the swell of Ailis’ naked breast. “Covered in blossoms and yer hair and nothing else.”
They’d taken advantage of one of the last days of summer weather and ridden off into the hills above Aros. Then, he spoke of the visions of her that had helped him survive the worst of his pain and suffering. Now, it was time to make more pleasurable memories.
He slid the back of his hand over the tight nipples of her lovely breasts and was rewarded by a sigh. Tracing over her ribs, he reached the slight swell of her belly and laid his hand there.
A bairn.Hisbairn grew within her body. A miracle for certain.
“And nothing else?” she asked in a breathy voice.
“Well. …” He outlined the curves of her hips and laughed. “I covered ye, my love.”
He must have been too slow for her needs for she covered his hand with hers and guided it lower still. She pressed his fingers between her legs and he smiled. Impatient as ever. Lachlan laid his head on her belly and did as she wanted him to do. Watching as her legs moved restlessly and her hips canted up to meet his strokes, he kissed a path down to that sensitive flesh that readied for his cock.
“Lachlan!” she moaned. “Have mercy!”
His flesh urged him not for mercy but for satisfaction, so he climbed between her legs, lifted them over his shoulders and tasted her arousal. Sweet. Salty. Ailis. His tongue laved the folds and the tiny bud until her moans became screams and he felt her climax against his mouth. Letting her body ease, he lifted his mouth from her and noticed the small mark on her thigh.
He’d not remembered himself or even her identity, but that mark had been clear in his visions of her. He pressed his lips to it before beginning his attentions to her other places once more. This time, he kissed around her waist to her arse, turning her onto her belly as he did. With an arm beneath her, he lifted her to her knees, allowing his cock to slide between her legs. Then, with one arm encircling her belly and the other covering her breasts, he thrust into her tight, wet channel.
Ailis angled her hips to allow him in deeper and he went there, filling her. With powerful thrusts, he moved in and out, over and over, until her woman’s flesh tightened around his cock and he felt his seed spilling. He held her so closely, barely breathing, while feeling her reaching her own satisfaction.
With a care, he eased them down to the blanket and to their sides. He kept her close, remaining within her until they dozed.
Together.
Lachlan heard her whispering and leaned closer to hear her words.
“I canna believe I didna ken it was ye,” she said, turning her head to him. He kissed her gently and smiled. “I should have recognized yer touch. Yer mouth. Yer body on mine.”
They’d discussed it many times and understood that Ailis never sawhimbecause she never expected a dead man to rise.
“I canna believe I found my way back to ye,” he admitted. Dark months had tried his resolve to survive and only the visions of her guided him through the struggles and pain.
“But ye did,” she said, staring at his mouth.
“Aye, I did.”
As he kissed her, the randy fellow still within her roused.
“All the days of our lives,” she promised, pressing her hips back against him, accepting him, allowing him … loving him.
Lachlan slid his hand around her body, cupping her belly and the promise she carried there. This time, their joining was slow and quiet, as though they had accepted the truth of their lives, for there was no need to rush any longer.
They would have all the days of their lives together.
