Page 81 of The Highlander's Runaway Nun
“I am yers,” she whispered, voice trembling. “All of me, Bradley. Daenae ever doubt that.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, then along her cheek, his lips lingering, soft but demanding, and she trembled at the intimacy of it.
“Nor will I,” he said. “Ye are mine, and I am yers. Always.”
Their bodies pressed together, warmth mingling, breath coming fast and shallow, the world outside forgotten.
Every movement, every touch, made her pulse race and her heart ache with longing. “I’ve wanted this,” she murmured. “Wanted ye… just like this… inside me.”
“Mm, I love to hear ye say that, lass. Say it again, I demand it,” he growled.
“I want ye inside me,” she moaned.
He captured her face in his hands, thumbs brushing her cheekbones, eyes dark with desire and love.
“I’ll give ye all I have, Laura. All of me is yers. Forever.”
Tears pricked her eyes, not of sorrow but of the overwhelming joy of having him nearby.
She leaned into him, her hands over his heart, feeling every beat, every shiver of emotion that passed between them. “And I am yers,” she whispered back. “Always and forever.”
“Oh, lass,” his voice a hoarse whisper as he moved faster and faster.
Laura pressed her fingers into his back. The bed shook beneath them as he moved.
Then he shuddered as he released his juices inside of her with a loud moan.
Bradley held her close, whispering promises over and over, brushing his lips along her hairline, over her cheeks, across her forehead.
Every brush of his hand across her shoulders, down her arms, along her side, sent shivers of ecstasy through her.
She felt alive, cherished, and safe, her body and heart stirred by the intimacy, warmth, and devotion they shared.
“Laura,” he murmured, voice hoarse with emotion, “we have endured so much, but we are here now… together. And I’ll never let ye go.”
Her lips lifted to his, and they kissed, slow and tender, each touch filled with the fire of desire and the weight of love.
She pressed herself against him, feeling his strength, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her hands. “Together,” she whispered, “always.”
He tightened his arms around her, resting his forehead against hers once more.
“Forever,” he breathed.
In the quiet, golden light of the chamber, Laura held him close, letting their love and desire flow without need for words, safe in the certainty of being wholly, completely together.At last….
EPILOGUE
Eight months had passed since Laura had returned to Castle McCormack. She sat in the sitting room of her chambers with Emilie. Laura’s hand instinctively went to the swell of her belly, feeling the small life growing inside her, a constant reminder of Bradley and their love.
Emilie, now Lady McGregor, smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with the contentment of her own life.
“Laura, lass,” Emilie said, “tell me true… are ye truly happy?”
Laura laughed softly, placing both hands over her large belly. “Aye, Emilie… burstin’ with joy, I tell ye. Look at me, almost about to burst with bairn!”
Both women laughed, the sound mingling with the gentle rustle of Angus on the fur nearby.
Emilie leaned back, her fingers clasped delicately in her lap. “And I, too, am happy, Laura. Archer… he is a fine man, and I never thought happiness like this could find me.”
