Page 56 of Taken By her Highland Enemy

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Isabelle was still trembling from just murdering a second man on the same day, and she was concerned that the thought did not bother her. However, she was now rid of the two most selfish and devious men in her life, the two that were keeping her trapped in a life she did not want and could not escape. It felt freeing to have the world be emptied of their power and influence.

Now, she was with Eamon, and she pushed him down onto the mat on the floor of the tent before unbuttoning the man’s shirt she was wearing and pulling off her trousers to reveal her soft, pale, and newly cleaned skin. “Lass, I have thought of little else but ye these last days. The way ye felt in my arms, it is imprinted in my memory.”

Isabelle leaned down with a smile and helped divest Eamon of his cloth shirt. “And I you.” She was feeling bold that day, ready to give herself to Eamon over and over. She wanted to think of nothing else, not even the future. All she wanted was to be in that moment and loving Eamon with her body. His kilted area lifted slightly, and she smiled. “I see that you desire me. I remember the feel of you inside me, and those thoughts filled my mind as I sat in the dungeon, cold and tired.”

Hastily, Eamon pulled off his kilt at a speed that made Isabelle laugh. “I know that I am new to this, but since you are injured, does it work if I sit on top?”

Eamon growled with desire, grabbing her towards him. “Come here, lass. I shall show you.” His member stood up tall and strong and putting her legs over him, Eamon took her small waist in his hands and lifted her over his thick hardness. Lining himself up at her entrance, he pushed her down onto his length.

Isabelle cried out and shuddered with the pure pleasure of a hot, slick Eamon sliding inside of her, filling her tight space with his fullness. She saw Eamon lean his head back, his eyes closed. “Och, lass, I have dreamed of this.”

Isabelle leaned forward to place her hands on his smooth, muscled chest, enjoying the feel of its ridges and curves underneath her fingertips. She wanted to explore every inch of him. “Let me know if I hurt you,” she said softly.”

He chuckled. “I am feeling something far from pain.” He grinned and then lifted her waist again to slide her up and down on his cock, slowly at first, but then he began to push his hips against her with increasing rhythm, and soon the sound of their quickened breath filled the room.

Isabelle wanted to close her eyes and feel the heated pleasure swim around her veins, but she also wanted to watch Eamon, this man she had fallen so in love with and was ready to give everything to. This union of their bodies was more than just passionate lust, for besides filling her core of need, the time with him only served to swell her love and affection for him.

His rhythm increased even more, and Isabelle began to moan with delight at the beautiful feeling of wet, warm friction between her thighs. She called out his name, not caring if everyone else in the camp heard them. Her mind was focused wholly on the feeling that centered in her core, the throbbing growing to an almost unbearable level.

She cried out once more as her ecstasy lifted and then burst, rolling through her like waves, causing her muscles to twitch and tremble, and she laid spent over his chest. He thrust into her once more, and then she heard the sound of his own release as he sighed and laid his head back onto the mat.

Smiling, she lifted off of his body, and he made room for her to sit against him on the mat, curled into his chest, her long brown hair piling in curls on his skin. “I love ye. I love ye more than I could ever express, Sassenach. I have waited too long tae say it.”

Isabelle smiled. “You know, I was wondering when you were going to. I was waiting for it. I thought perhaps you just wanted to make love to me and then leave me behind as one of your spurned lovers.”

Eamon laughed and pulled her even closer to him. “Never. But in a few short moments, I will be able tae make love tae ye again. I think I have enough energy tae last the whole night through.”

Isabelle kissed him, reveling in the final reunion of her and her truest love, and another chance at life.

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The next morning, they packed up their camp and began to ride, Isabelle sitting happily in front of Eamon, adorned with a set of clean clothes. Unfortunately, there were no women’s clothes to be had, but Isabelle found the man’s breeches and loose linen shirt comfortable enough. She had been used to dressing as a man for many weeks after all, while she was pretending to be the spy. Now, she could leave her playacting behind her forever. She was free to do as she pleased, and she hoped that her life would be with Eamon.

Looking forward to getting back to their home, the group rode hard and fast, hoping to get back to the confines of their village early the next day. They were happy, but they were focused on their goal, and so there was not much resting when they did stop for refreshment.

Hours later, the familiar dark forest near The Scots’ village loomed in everyone’s view. It had held so many dark pieces of the past for them all. Leaning down to Isabelle’s ear, Eamon whispered, “I confess, I hate this forest. It has held so much darkness for me. Each time I entered it or passed through it, there was always some trouble that had tae be rectified. There was always something dangerous that I was entering intae.”

“But now you can enter it with your heart light. You are going home.”

“Am I?” Isabelle could hear the apprehension in his voice. “I still havenae spoken tae Sean about it all. I was a little busy.” Isabelle giggled at Eamon’s teasing voice.

She replied, “Well, now is the time. Talk to him before you enter into the village when he will again be with his wife. I am certain he will be busy then.”

“That is a good plan, lass.” Slowing the company down, he called to Sean, “Brother! Can we speak for a moment? We can send the others ahead.”

“Aye, of course. Go on, Scots! Return tae yer families! We shall be there soon, and what a celebration we shall have!” Cheering, the others rode on ahead, and followed by Eamon’s men. He knew they would be most welcome.

Slowing, Eamon and Sean descended from their horses, and Isabelle stayed atop Aine, not wanting to intrude too much upon the reunion of brothers. Sean walked up to Eamon and said, “Ye are right tae stop me now afore we got lost in drink and celebration. I have thought about what tae say these last hours. Ye have done me a great service, Eamon. I dinnae ken how I could thank ye.”

Eamon smiled. “Sean, it is what I owed ye after all. I dinnae need thanks, but I did hope that we could put the past behind us now and be brothers once again.”

Sean laughed. “And so it shall be! Lord knows we have punished one another enough.”

“We each have scars now tae prove our loyalty tae each other.”

“Aye. Come. Let us see Rose and make amends. We will break bread taegether in a long-awaited reunion. Yer homecoming and our victory over evil!”

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