We are destined to be as one and we will, for all of time. Elizabeth ached to feel his arms around her again. To know the kiss of his mouth on hers. Memories of nights not long past tortured her with reality. She knew the bed of Ian and the strength of his affection for her, but she could not bear the thought of sharing that affection with anyone, especially a serving wench.
Fate plays wicked games with fools.
I canna deny I am but a victim of my own fanciful notions. He moved closer and pulled her to his chest. Our caresses are not those of fools. I know only the cries of my heart each time you are near. I long for the feel of my seed spilling into you.