Dragonfly in Amber (Outlander, #2)

by Diana Gabaldon

He held my face between his hands and kissed me, and for a moment, the fear of the future and the terror of the night fell away.

I was helpless; powerless to move as a dragonfly in amber.

I felt my knees give slightly at sight of him, and put out a hand to steady myself on the cottage’s wooden chimney. He had been looking for me; his eyes darted around the room before they lighted on me, and a heart-stopping smile lit his face.

Seldom speaking, he had a slow, shy smile that blossomed out of his beard like a night-blooming flower, rare but radiant.