“Yes, my love,” she urged. “Yes!”
Listening to her body and her voice, he kept up the pressure, moving his hips quicker as he heard the shift in her breathing. Taking hold of her waist with his free hand, he lifted her all the way up, propping her on all fours. That way, he could tend to her needs more easily, bringing her to her conclusion with glorious swiftness.
As she began to cry out with the gathering tension inside her, Owen released his control, plunging into her with all the power and liberty he could muster. All the while, his fingertips continued their caress, until he felt the pull of his stomach muscles, bracing for his conclusion.
“Oh, Owen! Yes… My goodness, yes! It is… It is happening!” she screamed, pushing her hips back with equal abandon.
The moment he felt her tighten around him, in that delirious grip of ecstasy, he tipped over the edge into his own conclusion. He gripped her hips and sank into her, as he called out his pleasure, feeling his seed spill within her welcoming warmth.
“Och, Lass!” he moaned, pulsing his hips twice more before he stilled altogether.
Satisfied and breathing hard, Heather collapsed onto the bed. Not wanting to leave her warmth just yet, he fell with her, slipping his arms underneath her so he could hold her in his embrace. He always worried that he was too heavy for her to bear, but whenever he tried to move away, she always pulled him back, as if she liked the sensation of bearing his weight for a while.
“Good mornin’,” he whispered, close to her ear, smiling wide.
She chuckled. “It is averygood morning, my love.”
They stayed like that for a while, before Owen withdrew and twisted onto his side, tugging her into his arms. He liked nothing more than to stroke her hair as she lay upon his chest, both of them basking in the glory of their coupling.
“Must you go?” She peered up at him.
He nodded. “In a moment, love. The Clan and the castle clearly daenae understand that I’ve got more pleasurable things that I’d rather be doin’. Selfish of them, really.”
“Very much so.” She laughed, cuddling into him.
For the time being, they were living in a fragile bubble of peace and tranquility. A letter had been sent to Elias, just shy of a week ago, but there had been no reply. Nor had there been any sign of Englishmen marching on Castle Dunn. It truly seemed as though Elias had decided to let it lie, likely because he lacked the soldiers and the influence to take his daughter back by force.
They wouldn’ae send an army for a lass who’s made her decision,he mused inwardly. After all, both Scotland and England were tired of war. They would not seek another battle without valid cause, and an errant daughter who had run away to be with her lover was not considered important.
“What are you thinking about?” Heather propped herself up on his chest.
He smiled and bent to kiss her slowly on the lips. “Nothin’ much, love. I cannae think of much after I’ve lain with ye. Me head is filled with only ye.” He paused. “What about ye?”
“Everything and nothing,” she replied, with a small sigh. “I am so deliriously happy, my love, but it all feels too wonderful. I am scared that it will be taken away.”
He shook his head. “It willnae, love. I willnae let it. Perhaps, the heavens have seen fit to give us this peace, after all we’ve endured.”
“Mmm… I like the sound of that.” She nestled back into his embrace, apparently soothed. “You are not the only one with much to attend to, today.”
“Oh?”
She smiled against his skin. “Edith and I are making final preparations for the wedding. I do believe it has been a welcome distraction for her, even if you have delayed it.”
“I didnae!” Owen protested playfully. “We’re to be wed in two days, Lass, and I’m lookin’ forward to it with all me heart.”
She sighed, flashing him a mischievous look. “But you said we would marry within a week, and it has been longer than that. One might think you were having second thoughts.”
“Never,” he growled, lifting his hands to cradle her face, before catching her mouth in a searing promise of a kiss. Breaking away, he added, “In two days, ye’ll be me wife and Lady of Clan Dunn. That day cannae come quickly enough. If ye want to blame someone for the delay, ye must blame yer faither.”
Heather’s brow furrowed. “Do not speak of him. I would not ruin my pleasant morning with such thoughts.”
“Apologies.” He kissed her again, to bring the contentment back to her demeanor.
Although, itwasthe truth. The happy couple had delayed their wedding, in the hope that Elias would reply to the letter with a formal acceptance of their union. It did not matter if he refused or did not reply, for they would marry regardless, but Owen knew that Heather would have preferred her father’s approval.
But we cannae wait for somethin’ that will never come.He was very glad that Heather had decided not to keep waiting for that letter, otherwise it might have been years, if not forever, until they were able to marry.
Heather stretched out her arms. “I hope there is word from Brandon soon. I feel rather guilty, lying here, enjoying you, while he his riding around the country trying to uncover a mystery that clearly wishes to remain buried. Nor do I know if I could marry without him being present.” She hugged Owen around the waist. “He is the closest thing I have to a brother, now.”
