Epilogue

Rósmire Castle, Scotland, One Week Later…

Isabelle, Madden, and Keelin sat upon the raised dais at Rósmire Castle with Edith. Isabelle was holding baby Teigue on her lap and cooing over her adorable baby cousin. She had not seen Edith for many years, and it had been a lovely reunion. Edith was happy in her new life with her husband and newborn son. Braden was a loving and attentive husband and father. "I am happy fer ye," Isabelle murmured for Edith's ears alone.

"I am sorry that ye didnae have the same joy," Edith replied with sympathy in her eyes. Their reunion had been an emotional one with much talking, crying, and laughing.

"I have it now," Isabelle answered, smiling at Madden who leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

"Oh, aye?" Edith asked with interest. "Dae ye plan tae wed?"

Isabelle smiled and nodded. "We plan tae wed as soon as possible."

Edith's face split into a wide smile and she hugged her cousin. "That is wonderful!"

"What is wonderful?" Braden asked, upon entering the room and hearing his wife's joyous exclamation.

"I have asked Isabelle tae wed me and she has accepted me proposal," Madden announced, with a proud smile on his face.

Braden's face lit up. "That is indeed wonderful news!"

"We will have the wedding on MacKay Clan lands and we would like fer all of ye tae be in attendance," Isabelle informed them.

"We would be happy tae attend," Braden accepted on behalf of his family.

"Ye could nae keep me away," Edith proclaimed enthusiastically.

Baby Teigue gurgled enthusiastically in reply to the adults smiling faces causing everyone to laugh at the adorable sound. "It sounds as though Teigue approves as well," Keelin observed with a chuckle.

Madden leaned forward and nuzzled Isabelle's ear. "Ye look bonnie with a bairn in yer arms."

Isabelle looked up into his face, her eyes uncertain. "I may never be able tae bear a bairn of me own, of our own," she reminded him. "Are ye certain that ye wish tae bind yerself tae a barren wife?"

Madden brushed the hair back from her cheeks. "I love ye, Isabelle. I dinnae love ye fer what ye can or cannae dae fer me. I love ye fer ye and nothing more. If ye wish tae have children, there are many children who have lost their families that need loving care."

Isabelle softly kissed him on the lips. "Ye are a good man, Madden Kinnaird."

"I am a man who wishes tae make love tae ye," he whispered for her ears alone.

Isabelle smiled, blushing. "That could be arranged."

"Oh, aye?" Madden smiled in anticipation.

"Aye," Isabelle breathed, brushing her lips against his once more.

"Come with me," he instructed, rising from his chair.

Isabelle handed Teigue to Keelin and stood to follow Madden. Everyone at the table gave them a knowing smile but said nothing to discourage them. Madden led Isabelle to his bedchamber and barred the door behind them. "I love ye, lass," he whispered, as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

He kissed his way down her neck to her breasts where he nibbled her nipples with his teeth through the fabric. Isabelle arched her back giving him full access. Reaching down, he pulled the fabric of her dress up over her head, then took her shift as well. He returned his attentions to her breasts, first one and then the other. In the meantime, he moved a hand down between her thighs and inserted a finger, and then another, into her slick folds. He continued to lick and suckle her hardened peaks until Isabelle was nearly delirious with need.

Grabbing the fabric of his shirt, she nearly ripped it from his body as she pulled it up and over his head. Returning the favor, she kissed her way down to his chest and nipped at each of his nipples with her teeth. Madden blew air out through his teeth, giving her a lustful look. Isabelle continued to kiss her way down to the fabric of his trews. Pausing, she loosened the laces and let his trews fall down to the floor. Madden stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

Isabelle returned her attentions to the flesh of his abdomen. Kissing and licking her way down to where his hair created a path that led down to his erect member. Smiling, her heart beating nervously, she reached out with her tongue to lick the smooth pink tip. His member jerked in response. Isabelle's smile widened and she reached out her tongue to lick it again.

"Mmm," he hummed in pleasure.

Encouraged by his positive response, Isabelle took the tip of him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Madden groaned, his hand reaching out for her head. He tangled his fingers in her hair but did not push her. Emboldened by his reaction, Isabelle began to imitate the motion of their bodies when they made love, moving her mouth up and down the full length of his shaft. Her wet tongue and lips glided up and down the smooth pink skin. She was careful not to use her teeth.

"Gods, woman, the things that ye dae tae me," Madden groaned, as his fingers tightened their grip in her hair.

Smiling, Isabelle began to move up and down his shaft with her mouth faster, with more intensity. Madden's muscles tightened, his breathing coming faster. To her surprise, his response to her actions were causing her own desire to rise, working her most secret places into a state of wet lustfulness. The more pleasure that she brought him, the more that she wanted him.

"Och, lass, if ye dinnae stop, I am going tae spill my seed right here and now," Madden groaned, his muscles hard as stone in their tightness.

Isabelle smiled, lifting her head. He pulled her up to stand with him and moved them both over to the bed. Isabelle, feeling pleased with herself and her newfound power, pushed him down onto the bed. Madden look up at her in surprise at first, then smiled, lifting his brows in invitation. Isabelle crawled slowly up his body to hover above him, his hardened member resting against her nether lips. She slid the tip of him through her wetness, moving her hips back and worth. His manhood jumped once more, coming to rest at the opening of her lips.

Madden looked up at her with love and desire in his eyes as she lowered herself slowly down onto his hardened length. Once she had taken the entirety of him inside of her, she began to move, slowly at first. Madden massaged her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Isabelle leaned forward, her hair falling all around them, so that he could suckle her breasts while she moved atop of him.

The sensations that were coursing through her body made her feel as if she were simultaneously on fire and flying. The friction of their bodies reached such a height that she felt as if she might lose her mind before she reached her climax. She stopped before going over the edge and looked him deep into the eyes. Then, hypnotizingly slowly, she started moving her hips again, increasing the speed as she went along. Their rhythm became frantic, frenzied, and they both started moving erratically, until suddenly and violently, they both fell together over the abyss into oblivion. Stars exploded behind her eyes, and her head spun, as pleasure coursed through her body to a nearly painful excess.

"Madden!" she cried out in ecstasy, as she milked him of his seed.

"Isabelle, me Isabelle," Madden groaned, pulling her down to lie atop of him, his cock still inside of her.

When their bodies finally came to rest, they both let out a sigh of contentment. Madden cradled her in his arms, while Isabelle snuggled against his chest. She did not move, still straddling him. He gently stroked her hair, kissing her forehead. God, I thank ye fer sending me this man, she prayed in silent gratitude.

"I dinnae ken what I did tae deserve ye," Madden murmured, "but I am glad that God saw fit tae lead ye tae me."

Isabelle smiled at the similar vein of their thoughts. "I love ye, Madden Kinnaird."

Madden smiled, lifting her chin so that he could kiss her on the lips. "I will love ye till me dying day, and I suspect long after that." He reclaimed her lips, and they made love all throughout the night.