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Watching her now, he moved his hand beneath her frock, and grabbing his erect member, he guided himself inside of her.
“Oh,” Iseabail gasped, feeling him slipping inside her, and filling her up as she lowered herself down onto it.
Owen reached behind her and with a buttock in either hand, he gently lifted her up and down, while at the same time, moving his hips to meet her. Pressing her knees into the bed, and balancing herself with her hands on his taut stomach, Iseabail moved with him, feeling him filling her. It was intensely pleasurable, and she found herself panting as the two fell into a rhythm.
He did not take his eyes off her, but even with the intensity of his gaze, Iseabail did not turn away. She wanted to drink him all in. His smile, his beautiful eyes, and every inch of his face.
He moved his hips a little faster, and at each thrust, he slipped deeper inside of her. Iseabail once more, felt herself climbing with the friction between them.
Owen’s brow now furrowed as he breathlessly moved with her. She watched as he got closer and closer to his peak. It only aroused her more, as she too, climbed higher and higher, nearing that ecstatic explosion he had elicited from her only moments before. Their bodies clashed together as they both reveled in that moment. A moment of connectedness, a moment of utter rapturous joy, a moment of love.
Owen continued to watch Iseabail as her body inched closer and closer to bliss, and teetering on the edge, she cried out once more as she jerked and convulsed. With him inside of her, it made the experience far more intense, the pleasure taking her to an even better place than earlier. Only after that, did Owen fully let go, letting out a mighty roar as his entire body stiffened while emptying himself inside of her.
Exhausted and delirious in her ecstasy, Iseabail fell forward onto his chest. Beneath her, she could hear the strong and rapid thumping of Owen’s heart. They were both still breathless and panting, and in that moment, Iseabail felt an immense contentment wash over her.
By the time Ada returned, they were both dressed again. The old woman made them something to eat, and after supper, she relayed to Iseabail what she had told Owen earlier.
“Like I said to Owen,” Ada said, looking across the table at them both, “I cannae ken if the crystal will even be there.”
“We have tae look,” Iseabail replied. “After all we’ve gone through, it’s the best news we’ve had so far.”
The following morning, Iseabail and Owen readied themselves to leave for the waterfall. When they entered the kitchen, Ada handed them a bag.
“It isnae much, but I’m sure ye’ll get hungry and thirsty along the way.”
Iseabail ought not to have been surprised by her kindness, for the woman had showed nothing less since they had arrived, yet, still, she was astonished at her thoughtfulness.
“Thank ye, Ada,” she gasped. “Ye truly have a heart o’ gold.”
“Indeed, ye have,” Owen added. “I will be certain tae travel back this way and pay ye fer all ye have done fer us.”
The healer swiped a dismissive hand and snorted. “I dinnae want yer coin. Sure, I’m an old woman. What would I dae with a great amount o’ money? If ye want tae pay me back, be kind tae another. That’s all I ask.”
Owen and Iseabail nodded. “We will indeed,” Owen said.
As the two reached the door, the healer said, “And if ye dinnae have any luck, be sure tae come back tae me. Ye’re welcome tae stay as long as ye need.”
Again, they thanked her, and then stepped out of her cottage and into the daylight.
CHAPTER TWENTY
While Ada had said the waterfall was not too far from her cottage, it still took them an hour to get there. It would have taken far less time had they been riding, and Owen made a mental note to try and secure a horse when they returned.
They had found the river, and had been following the trail that ran beside the bank. For some time, Owen wondered if they had not taken a wrong turn, but then, after a little while, Iseabail said, “Dae ye hear that?”
Stopping on the track, he strained to listen, and sure enough, he could hear the faint sounds of thundering water.
“We’re close,” he said.
Not long after that, they came across the waterfall. Iseabail gasped, and Owen could understand her shock, for while the healer had told them where they would find it, she had certainlyneglected to mention the size of it, for it must have been thirty feet high. Perhaps the old woman had thought it of little consequence, but then, she was not the one having to climb it.
Water battered down into the river, causing what looked like mist to form on the larger body of water beneath it.
“How are we supposed tae get up there?” Iseabail cried, looking at Owen worriedly.
Owen shook his head. “I dinnae ken, but we have tae try.”
After the initial shock, they continued on, the thunderous noise becoming more deafening the closer they went. The climb up to it consisted of a steep wall of jagged rocks, and upon reaching the foot of it, Owen turned to Iseabail.
