Page 104 of The Highlander's Chosen Wife
She pressed closer, feeling the intensity of the mounting sensation, and whispered, “Then show me, Declan.”
His hand moved faster and faster, massaging her rosebud. She wiggled, causing the water splash over the edges.
“Oh, Declan,” she moaned. “I’m losing control.”
Her body shuddered as she released in orgasmic bliss. She watched as Declan’s eyes moved over her body with heat and lust in his eyes.
Isabelle’s arms wrapped around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair, a gasp escaping her lips at the depth of the tremor.
“Ye’re more than I deserve,” he moaned, brushing a gentle kiss across her jawline, and she tilted her face into his hand, feeling her soul ignite under his tender caress.
“And ye’re my heart, Declan,” she breathed, “me strength, me home.” Isabelle smiled— she was finally where she belonged.
EPILOGUE
“They are here! They’re finally here!” Isabelle exclaimed as she stood in the high tower of the castle.
She watched the carriage crunch along the snow-dusted shore of the mainland.
Isabelle’s heart leapt as she spotted her sister, Norah, stepping down, holding the hands of two small boys.
“Declan, they are here! I’m going out to meet them!” she shouted.
“Aye, I shall meet ye with the bairns!” he shouted back from down the corridor, but Isabelle didn’t wait.
She had waited far too long to see her sister and nephews, and the day had finally arrived. Her hands tightened her cloak around her as she descended the stairs, finally making out into the courtyard then out the gate. The commotion and bustleof the guards alerted others to the boats being loaded on the opposite shore of the mainland.
“Killian, oh, I hope they will be alright,” Isabelle said as she got to the docks.
“Dinnae fash yerself, me Lady . ’Tis a fine day for on the water. Nae a wind nor a cloud. Will be a good crossing,” he assured her.
Isabelle looked around at the clear blue sky. The sun shone brightly bouncing off the blinding snow on the ground. Although the air was cold and crisp, it was still, causing the water to look like glass.
“Ye are right,” she agreed. “I am glad for it.”
She anxiously waited as the boats crossed the loch to the island where Castle McCallum sat ready to receive them.
The boats docked, and Norah and her children were helped onto shore by Killian and a few other guards.
“Norah!” Isabelle cried, rushing forward, arms outstretched.
Her sister dropped her parcels with a laugh, embracing her tightly.
Arran, the quiet one, peeked shyly from behind Norah’s skirts, while Hugh bounced eagerly on his toes, waving at Isabelle with a wide grin.
“Is it really ye, Isabelle?” Norah said, holding her sister at arm’s length to look into her face. “It’s been far too long, lass.”
Isabelle laughed, brushing snow from Norah’s cloak. “And I’ve missed ye every day, Norah. Come in quickly; the fire’s roaring, and the children must warm themselves!”
Arran stepped forward “Arran, me love,” Isabelle said softly, bending to his level. “I’ll not let anything frighten ye here. Come, meet the other children, and we’ll have tea by the hearth.” She hugged him tightly.
Hugh, ever bold, had already grabbed Isabelle’s hand. Isabelle kissed his cheek and squeezed him tightly. “Oh Hugh. I’m so happy to see ye.”
“Come into the courtyard,” Isabelle urged.
“Och, me parcels,” Norah objected.
“Dinnae worry, me Lady . I have them and will bring them in straight away,” Killian said with a grin.
