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“Och, ye taste so sweet, me love,” he growled, his hands holding her thighs firmly at either side of his head.
Her back arched, and she panted as he continued, over and over, exploring her most intimate parts. Never had she known such pleasure, and quickly, she began climbing, her body aching for more.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she panted, her insides tensing, her nipples aching, her whole body losing itself in an ecstasy that carried her to a place of utter bliss.
Owen growled beneath her, clearly aroused at her cries of pleasure. When she thought the sensation could not get anymore intense, he pressed himself harder against her, and moved his tongue even faster.
“Oh, me God,” she gasped, pushing her head back against the soft ground beneath her.
Her ecstasy took over, her muscles tensing and her body shaking. She held her breath, her arms and legs trembled, and as she climbed higher and higher, she suddenly cried out as her body spasmed over and over. Ripples of pleasure ran through her, flooding her very being. She felt as though she were floating. Like she had lifted off the ground and now soared far above the earth. For a long moment, she basked in the serene feeling of utter bliss, but clearly, Owen was not finished.
Moving up her body now, Owen slipped his huge manhood inside of her slowly. With a hand resting on either side of her shoulders, he rocked back and forth, gently pressing himself deeper into her.
“Ye are so soft and warm and tight, Iseabail,” he grunted. “I love being inside o’ ye.”
Iseabail could only whimper, for as she started climbing again so soon, she could find no words. He gazed down at her, his face flooded with utter delight, his eyes boring into her very soul. He was trembling now, thrusting into her, deeper, and faster.
“Oh God,” Iseabail cried, grabbing at his shoulders, pulling her into him even more.
Their hips moved in unison, as though they were one, the tension building between them, higher and higher, so close to the edge. Iseabail never wanted to let him go, and gazing up at him, she drank in his face, his lips, his soft, passion filled eyes. They both panted, a sheen a sweat glistening on their bodies, even in the cold of the night.
“Och, Iseabail,” Owen groaned.
And as she peaked once again, her body spasming beneath him, Owen let out a mighty roar, his whole body stilling as he emptied himself inside of her. Still trembling as he held himself above her, he gave her the most intense look she had ever seen.
“I love ye, Iseabail. Nay matter what happens, I will always love ye.”
Later, when they were wrapped up together in Owen’s huge plaid to keep them warm, Iseabail listened to his soft breathing as he slept beside her. She was exhausted, but while sleep had come so effortlessly to Owen, she had not been blessed with the same ease.
More than ever now, her heart pained her, and while he slept, she cried silent tears of sorrow. What a great loss she was about to suffer. The only man she had, and would, ever love would be torn from her grasp. It was an unbearable sacrifice, a sacrifice that now caused her physical pain. Her life would never be the same, and in some ways, she wished she had never met Owen Sinclair. But she had, and he had shown her what love truly looked like.
In a few days, however, she would lose him. He would become just a memory. But a memory she swore she would cherish forever and never forget.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Three days after they had found the crystal, Owen and Iseabail made the final stretch of their journey. They were now on Clan Sutherland’s lands, and to keep from being discovered, they had made their way through forests and over glens. Anything to avoid the main tracks and roads.
Iseabail had already stipulated that she would have no problem getting through. Laird Sutherland was expecting her, and it was likely any guards on his land would know that. She had tried multiple times to convince Owen that she should continue alone, and once more, she had started the same discussion again.
“Ye dinnae understand. Or perhaps ye dae,” she said, “but ye refuse tae listen. Nay harm will come tae me, but I cannae speak fer ye. If ye leave now, ye can return home tae yer family.”
“I dinnae ken how many times I have tae tell ye, Iseabail, but I’m nae leaving ye. I dinnae trust Sutherland as far as I could throw him.”
“Once he gets the crystal, he will be satisfied. Then, when all this is over, I will send fer ye,” she pressed, seeming even more determined than the last time they had talked about it.
He glanced over at her as the horses continued to walk. “Ye dinnae have tae worry about me, Iseabail. I ken that yer concern fer me welfare is the motivator fer yer suggestion, but I’ll be fine.”
She turned away from him, her eyes set ahead. Clearly, much was going through her mind, not least of which, what she was going to find when they arrived at Laird Sutherland’s castle. She had voiced her concerns that her family might already be dead, and Owen understood that likely troubled her more so now, than it had done previously.
He wanted to tell her that her father and brother were fine. He wanted to settle her worry, and tell her that once this day was over, she could go back to her life. But to begin with, he had no idea whether any of that was even true. Her suspicions may well be right, and Laird Sutherland might have broken his word. Knowing that she could not know one way or another, the laird really was holding all the cards.
But even if her father and her brother were safe, could she really go back to her old life? Laird Sutherland already had a great power. With this crystal, he would only become more powerful. From Iseabail’s own lips, Owen had heard the terrors he had committed on her father’s land. Once he had the stone, nothing could stop the laird from taking over Clan Mackay.
Gazing over at Iseabail once more, he suspected that this entire quest had been to facilitate him to do just that. He also suspected Iseabail knew that too. He had told Ada a few days ago that Iseabail was a strong and independent woman, but in truth, he really had not given her the credit she deserved. He knew men who would not have faced the trials and tribulations she had braved over the last couple of weeks. She was a credit to her father and her entire clan, and he could not be prouder of her.
They had just reached the brow of a hill when Iseabail said, “There it is.” There was a sad resigned tone to her voice that hit Owen in his stomach.
He looked ahead, and sure enough, Laird Sutherland’s castle stood proudly, fully surrounded by a high wall. The gates were tall, made of huge timber, and guards stood at elevated posts, looking out.
