eternity.
The angel would be his until time ended.
Nerves churning his stomach, he followed Duncan outside and rapidly understood why the ceremony was being held outdoors. Every man, woman and child of the clan was present and he scoffed when noticing most of them were weeping, even the blasted men. He grimaced in disgust, they were certainly an unhappy bunch and emotional as well. He had to admit, though, at least they weren’t senseless when they gazed at the wench.
A snort at himself, he set his mouth in a grim line and strode towards the priest. He stood tall and proud while he waited for his bride to arrive. He would not let his thoughts dwell on what would happen later tonight. Good Lord, if he did there would be no way he could hide his erection under his kilt and every person young and old would certainly know how much he lusted after his bride.
At the sound of all the loud gasps, he spun around watched his bride step outside, he lost his breath, his thoughts and he didn’t know it then, but also his heart. With each step she took towards him, his heart thumped against his chest when she finally reached his side, he vowed that no matter what happened he would never let this woman go. She would be his forever.
He took her hand and through the filmy veil, he saw her beautiful , big copper eyes were filled with fear and something else; he could only guess that it was loathing. He didn’t know why it should matter that she disliked him, but it did. Well, not for long he was determined to find some way to change her feelings towards him. He had no plans to spend the rest of his life with a wife that detested him.
Chapter Seven
Within moments, Della knew she would be joined to the odious, rutting goat for life and all her dreams of a happy, loving marriage with Robert would be gone forever. As her father led her towards the man that would now own her, she promised herself that if he hurt her or treated her cruelly, if he ever took another woman to bed she would do whatever it took to return home. Up ahead she could see the large powerful figure of the man she was about to spend the rest of her days with. With each slow step she took in his direction, her fear and animosity grew.
The only thing that kept her from lifting up her dress and fleeing to find somewhere to hide was her father’s promise that if she was unhappy she could return home. She desperately hung on to that thought as the distance between her and the despot was shortened.
Her limbs trembling , she shifted her gaze and noticed the large crowd gathered to witness her marriage. She was humbled and when her eyes returned to the man standing tall and proud beside her, the first thought she had was how handsome and powerful he looked. She felt a fluttering in the pit of her stomach as she remembered the strange and wonderful things he made her feel when he kissed her and she needed to firmly remind herself just what sort of man he really was.
Now as she stood facing him and he stared down at her, she let him see how much she detested him and when he gave her a crooked smile, became confused. She ducked her head, turned to face the priest, and prayed that the next few hours would go quickly and that her plan would succeed. She trembled at the thought of what would happen to her if it didn’t.
A disappointed sigh passed his lips when his bride turned away, Tarrel also moved to face the preacher. Once the ceremony started he said his vows loud and clear. He peeked out the corner of his eyes and watched this woman commit herself to him forever. When she hesitated, he stiffened only when she started to stumble over the words of commitment did he let himself relax.
It was over, relief and possession filled him, it was a unique feeling and it disturbed him slightly, but it soon passed. Eagerly he gathered his wife in his arms and lifted her veil; he kissed her with heated passion and ownership. Only when he felt the
The angel would be his until time ended.
Nerves churning his stomach, he followed Duncan outside and rapidly understood why the ceremony was being held outdoors. Every man, woman and child of the clan was present and he scoffed when noticing most of them were weeping, even the blasted men. He grimaced in disgust, they were certainly an unhappy bunch and emotional as well. He had to admit, though, at least they weren’t senseless when they gazed at the wench.
A snort at himself, he set his mouth in a grim line and strode towards the priest. He stood tall and proud while he waited for his bride to arrive. He would not let his thoughts dwell on what would happen later tonight. Good Lord, if he did there would be no way he could hide his erection under his kilt and every person young and old would certainly know how much he lusted after his bride.
At the sound of all the loud gasps, he spun around watched his bride step outside, he lost his breath, his thoughts and he didn’t know it then, but also his heart. With each step she took towards him, his heart thumped against his chest when she finally reached his side, he vowed that no matter what happened he would never let this woman go. She would be his forever.
He took her hand and through the filmy veil, he saw her beautiful , big copper eyes were filled with fear and something else; he could only guess that it was loathing. He didn’t know why it should matter that she disliked him, but it did. Well, not for long he was determined to find some way to change her feelings towards him. He had no plans to spend the rest of his life with a wife that detested him.
Chapter Seven
Within moments, Della knew she would be joined to the odious, rutting goat for life and all her dreams of a happy, loving marriage with Robert would be gone forever. As her father led her towards the man that would now own her, she promised herself that if he hurt her or treated her cruelly, if he ever took another woman to bed she would do whatever it took to return home. Up ahead she could see the large powerful figure of the man she was about to spend the rest of her days with. With each slow step she took in his direction, her fear and animosity grew.
The only thing that kept her from lifting up her dress and fleeing to find somewhere to hide was her father’s promise that if she was unhappy she could return home. She desperately hung on to that thought as the distance between her and the despot was shortened.
Her limbs trembling , she shifted her gaze and noticed the large crowd gathered to witness her marriage. She was humbled and when her eyes returned to the man standing tall and proud beside her, the first thought she had was how handsome and powerful he looked. She felt a fluttering in the pit of her stomach as she remembered the strange and wonderful things he made her feel when he kissed her and she needed to firmly remind herself just what sort of man he really was.
Now as she stood facing him and he stared down at her, she let him see how much she detested him and when he gave her a crooked smile, became confused. She ducked her head, turned to face the priest, and prayed that the next few hours would go quickly and that her plan would succeed. She trembled at the thought of what would happen to her if it didn’t.
A disappointed sigh passed his lips when his bride turned away, Tarrel also moved to face the preacher. Once the ceremony started he said his vows loud and clear. He peeked out the corner of his eyes and watched this woman commit herself to him forever. When she hesitated, he stiffened only when she started to stumble over the words of commitment did he let himself relax.
It was over, relief and possession filled him, it was a unique feeling and it disturbed him slightly, but it soon passed. Eagerly he gathered his wife in his arms and lifted her veil; he kissed her with heated passion and ownership. Only when he felt the
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