Chapters (43)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Discover More
- Author’s Note
- About the Author
- Praise for Amy Jarecki
- Also by Amy Jarecki
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“Aye. If ye want to be me husband, ye’ll take me now, ye brawny fiend!”
A low growl rumbled through his throat as he licked her breast. “Fiend?”
“Ye ken what I mean, ye’re torturing me.”
He rose slightly and slid his member along her channel. “Is this what you’ve been asking for?”
With a saucy grin of her own, she reached between them and grasped him, guiding his hard shaft to her entrance. “The question is, are ye ready for me? ’Cause I’m feeling like a wildcat.”
“I like that—you wild island sprite.” He kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck. “Have I wooed you enough, mo leannan? Have I proved my worth?”
She writhed beneath him. “Any more wooing and I’ll go mad.”
Kennan’s entire body shuddered as he slipped inside, his eyes growing glassy. “Dear God,” he gasped. “There is no closer place to heaven than when I’m inside you.”
Divana sank her fingers into his bum and tugged until he was buried to the hilt. “Lord have mercy, it feels like home.”
He grinned, moving slowly, just as his finger had done. “Aye.” His voice strained. “Wherever we may be in this world, we’re always home in each other’s arms.”
She drew in a stuttered breath, tears stinging the back of her eyes. No more words came between them while Divana stared into the gaze of the only man she had ever loved—the man who had enchanted her from the day he came ashore and burst into her wee bothy. He was braw and rugged, and he was hers for the rest of their days.
And as they focused upon each other, the mounting pleasure he’d begun with his fingers inched higher with her every breath. Squeezing him tightly, she dictated the tempo, her breath coming in short gasps. “Faster,” she whispered.
Kennan bared his teeth as he growled, his eyes growing more intense. “Be my bride! Say it.”
The power of their love surged between them, forming a bond that would bind them for eternity. “I will be your wife forever and ever.”
He dropped forward onto his elbows, thrusting into her deeper and faster than ever before. “Then I am your husband. We are man and wife, and no one but God can separate us.”
With his words, his seed pulsed into her, the intensity of his love taking her over the edge of oblivion. Thrusting her head from side to side, Divana soared to new heights far above the crow’s nest on the Lady Heather. She shattered, sailing through puffy white clouds, clinging to her man.
After their breathing ebbed, Kennan cupped her face, his eyes glistening with happiness. “I love you more than anything in this world.”