Isabella felt her body clenching, her climax getting closer, but she tried to hold on, to wait for him. And then he was pumping deep inside her, and with a cry he moved jerkily against her, and Isabella let herself come with him, the walls of her core contracting about him, milking his seed.
They would have children, she thought drowsily, as she lay in his arms, and they would wed and live at Godestone some of the year and Wenton the rest of the year, and whatever happened in this war they would be together.