He drove himself into her, over and over again, watching the beautiful expressions of passion and joy move over her features. The moments when she chanced to open her eyes, love gleamed there… a love such as he never could've imagined. A love that his own heart reflected. Now, he knew what a soulmate was. Now, he knew why love could heal all wounds—because it was the most powerful force on earth.
"I love you, Anna," he breathed against her ear, not stopping. With his body, with his soul, he wanted her to feel how much he loved her.
"And I love you." Her words were broken, heated, passionate. A moment later, she grasped him in a tight embrace, her legs around his hips. Everything in her pulled at him, demanding he give her everything. And he did. An explosive pleasure burst through him and he poured himself into her.
***
At breakfast the next morn, a guard entered and ran across the great hall between the long tables. "A large force of men is approaching overland, m'laird," he said.
Neacal and Colin arose from the table and, once Neacal retrieved his bow and arrows, hastened up the stairs to the ramparts and the wall-walk.
"Damnation," Colin muttered as they watched around four dozen men, some on horses and some on foot, cross the wet sand toward the island on which Bearach Castle sat.
Narrowing his eyes, Neacal scanned the various plaids worn by the men. "That's Blackburn MacCromar. Not Sleat."
A woman screamed in the distance.
"Who is that?" Colin asked. "Why would a woman be traveling with them?"
Ice slid through Neacal's veins. "God's blood, that can't be…"
"Who?"
"Anna's sister."
