C4 Chapter Four
“Isla,” Alexander said.
“Aye?” It came out as more of a gasp than a word.
“Are ye sure? Are ye sure ye dinnae mind bein’ the lass that was bedded by a Gordon? Are ye sure…that ye want to be my wife?” His cock pulsed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh as he spoke, a hair’s breadth away from penetration.
“I havnae ever wanted anythin’ more,” she said, and it was true