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Having ensured that he would not cause her pain, he thrust his manhood into her, filling her in a single stroke.

Isabelle gasped at the sudden wave of sensation that coursed through her as he began to move inside of her. He reclaimed her lips as he kept thrusting inside of her, using one of his hands to hold himself up, while the other hand teased her nipples. The myriad of sensations caused Isabelle’s head to spin. She had never felt so much pleasure in her entire life.

“I didnae ken that it could feel this way,” she gasped against his lips.

“Just wait,” he breathed in promise as he began to move faster inside of her. As he picked up speed, the feelings inside of Isabelle grew and grew until she feared she might explode.

“Madden!” she started to cry out his name, and quickly covered her mouth. She knew that she needed something from him, but not what. Within the next moment, Isabelle fell over the cliff of pleasure into blissful oblivion.

Madden followed after her, spilling his seed deep inside of her, not able to stop himself. “Isabelle,” he breathed, leaning his forehead against hers as he emptied himself into her. Removing himself from her, he laid down on the bed beside her, drawing her into his arms. “How dae ye feel, lass?”

“Good,” Isabelle answered with a pleased smile. “I didnae ken that it could feel that way.”

“It should always feel that way,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “It saddens me that ye have nae been pleasured as ye should have been.” He did not ask any questions about who she had been with or why, he simply accepted her as she was.

“Is it always this way fer ye?”

Madden lay in thought for a moment, then shook his head. “It is always pleasurable, but being with ye was better than most.”

Isabelle felt some small amount of pleasure at his words. “Thank ye,” she whispered.

Madden looked down into her face, his eyes meeting hers. “Ye should be pleasured every day of yer life. A lass such as ye should never be forced tae bed a stranger tae find pleasure. It is I who should thank ye fer the honor of having shared yer bed, and I dae,” he murmured lowering his head to kiss her softly.

Isabelle kissed him back, softly, sweetly. A sound from outside of the door reminded her that they were not truly alone. She wished like anything that he could stay there with her through the night, but she knew that he could not. “I am sorry, but ye must go,” she whispered.

He nodded in understanding. Rising from the bed, he retrieved his clothing from the floor. Once he was dressed, he bent over the bed and kissed her one last time. “Ye are bonnie in every way.” He moved towards the door and panic seized Isabelle’s heart.

“Ye cannae go through the door,” she reminded him. “Me fellow clansmen would be certain tae see ye.”

Madden nodded in understanding, then moved back towards the window. “I would nae wish tae be responsible fer ruining yer reputation.”

Sighing in relief, Isabelle arose from the bed, donning her shift. Walking over to the window, she bid him a final farewell. “Go carefully,” she advised, as he lowered himself over the side of the window and found a foothold on the wall. Isabelle watched as he made his way back down to the table and chairs below, then dismounted to the ground. Raising his hand in farewell, he smiled up at her one last time, then disappeared into the darkness leaving nothing but the memory of himself and the throbbing between her legs.

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning, Madden met Keelin in the inn’s dining room to break their fast. “Did ye find ye a lass last night?” she asked, shoving a spoonful of parritch into her mouth.

Madden smiled. “A gentleman never speaks o’ such things.”

“Ye are nae a gentleman,” Keelin reminded him laughing. “I take yer answer tae mean that ye did find a lass.” She studied his face for a moment. “Yer eyes are telling me that she was more than just a lass. What happened last night?”

Madden shook his head. “She was unlike anyone I have ever been with. She was fire and passion personified. She was bonnie, intelligent, sweet as honey.” He stopped speaking, unable to put the night into words, nor sure that he should.

Keelin’s eyes widened. “Ye care fer the lass.”

Madden shook his head. “We are strangers. It was just one night. Besides, she is already gone. I asked the innkeeper about her, and he did nae ken anything.”

Keelin smiled. “Ye asked after her?”

“Aye,” Madden gave her a warning look not to make too big a deal about it. “It was fer naught.”

“Can ye nae inquire after her name?”

“She only gave me her Christian name. She did nae tell me her surname. The innkeeper was nae willing tae give me any information about her or the room that she was staying in.” Madden shrugged his shoulders. He had not been able to get Isabelle out of his mind, but in the end, he knew it had been for just one night and that was all. “There are many more women in the world.” Even as he said the words, he knew that there were no other women such as the one who had shared her body with him the previous night. Sighing, he leaned back in his seat and stared out of the window at the village beyond.

“I am sorry, Madden,” Keelin murmured.

Madden shook his head. “Such is life. Let us change the subject, shall we?”