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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

W ith Valora’s permission, Torrin was stretching over her within seconds, claiming another kiss from her. She sighed into it, melting into the sheets, her hands eagerly reaching for him and pulling him ever closer.

It was as though her body wanted them to be one.

She could only go along with her instincts, surrendering to him and to her desires.

In return, Torrin was gentle with his touches, his hands roaming over her body and leaving behind a heat that lingered everywhere he touched—the hollow of her throat, her collarbones, her shoulders, the swell of her breasts.

“I am falling in love with ye, Valora” he said, his voice soft, reverend. “An’ even if ye dinnae feel the same way?—”

Valora cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “I dae,” she assured him. “I… I’m falling in love with ye too.”

Hearing her name from his lips sent a thrill down her spine. But hearing that one word, that confession, was more than anything she could have ever imagined. A strange knot formed in her throat, and she couldn’t help but be moved by him, by the way he spoke so sincerely of his love for her.

“Ye dinnae ken how happy that makes me,” said Torrin as he leaned in for a kiss. Valora parted her lips for him, welcoming him in her arms as Torrin settled between her legs. It was then that she noticed for the first time his manhood pressing insistently against her thigh.

Her breath caught in her throat. A part of her was apprehensive, but Torrin’s gentle touch was reassuring, his kisses a promise. Even as he reached between them to take himself in hand, he paused, searching into her eyes.

“Are ye certain this is what ye want?” he asked, checking in with her one more time.

Valora nodded. “Aye,” she said. “Aye, I want this, Torrin. I want ye.”

A soft groan escaped him as he slowly—painfully so—began to push into her.

Soon, that groan was joined by a moan of Valora’s own, long and drawn out as he took his sweet time filling her to the brim.

By the time their bodies met, Valora was panting as though she had run all the way to the village, the sensations too much to handle.

“Is this alright?” Torrin asked, and once again, Valora nodded. “If ye want me tae stop?—”

“Please dinnae stop,” said Valora around a gasp. She never wanted it to stop. Never before in her life had she felt such pleasure, such all-consuming desire. She couldn’t help but think that if Torrin stopped now, so would her heart. “Keep goin’, please. I want ye.”

A low growl escaped Torrin’s lips as he grabbed Valora’s hips and began to move in earnest. He was still slow, deliberate, making sure that each thrust of his own hips was as gentle as it could be.

Soon, Valora was completely lost in the motion of their coupling, in the slow drag of his length against her most sensitive spots, in the soft sighs that tumbled past his parted lips.

She couldn’t help but moan in return, her pleasure already overwhelming, almost too much to bear.

“Ye dinnae ken how long I’ve wanted this,” said Torrin, leaning close to press a kiss to her lips, mumbling the words against her mouth.

“Ye dinnae ken how many times I’ve thought about this, about ye like this, spread under me, takin’ me inside ye.

An’, I could have never imagined it would feel this good. ”

Blood rushed to Valora’s face at Torrin’s words, which were as adoring as they were naughty.

But even as embarrassment wrapped its hand like a vice around her, so did excitement.

Her core throbbed with need, with the desire for more, and she soon found that she loved to hear him speak like that—showing not only his love for her, but his desire, the same need that she nurtured for him.

Dragging his hands up her body, Torrin let his fingers close around the swell of her breasts, her ample flesh spilling through the gaps.

His lips parted, his gaze heated and adoring, as though she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

It was almost too much, overwhelming in its intensity, and Valora had to look away as it soon proved too much to bear.

But Torrin was quick to reach for her chin, gently pulling her gaze back to him. “Dinnae look away,” he said. “Look at me… look at us both. Look how well ye part fer me.”

As he spoke, his gaze fell to the place where they were joined, where his manhood disappeared again and again inside her.

Valora followed that gaze, if only for a moment, before her eyes snapped back to his—her deep blue staring into that stormy gray.

All around them, the air was still, silent save for their soft pants and the sounds of their coupling as they writhed against each other.

And Valora could allow herself to believe that she could truly have this for the rest of her life—that nothing could come between them now that they had become as one.

With a strong grip on Valora’s hips, Torrin reversed their positions, and she suddenly found herself sitting on his lap, the sudden movement drawing a gasp out of her. Torrin looked up at her, his lips stretching into a devilish grin as he tried to urge her into a slow rhythm with his hands.

“Take what ye want from me,” he told her. “Show me what feels good tae ye.”

“I… I dinnae ken,” said Valora hesitantly. How was she supposed to know what felt good? She had never done anything like this before.

“We’ll find out together,” said Torrin.

It was those last words that gave Valora the courage she needed to try.

Bracing herself on his chest, she began to move slowly, experimenting with the rolls of her hips as Torrin helped her, guiding her gently.

Slowly, she sank onto him again and again, and soon enough, any embarrassment that still clung onto her vanished and was promptly replaced by lust. There was no stopping her then; her body sang, pleasure coursing through her like a ceaseless river.

Under her, Torrin was in a similar state, his eyes wild as he gazed at her, his fingers digging into her skin.

Even that felt pleasurable beyond any comparison—any touch he could give her would feel good, she knew.

“Ach… just like that,” Torrin encouraged her in a hushed whisper. “Ye’re daein’ so well. Ye look so bonnie, Valora. I wish ye could see yerself. I wish ye could see what I see.”

Valora was too far gone, too lost in her pleasure to feel any embarrassment by then.

She only felt emboldened by Torrin’s words, her hips quickening their pace.

With every movement of her hips, with every groan that Torrin gave her, she was pushed closer and closer to the edge, pressure and pleasure building deep within her until it all exploded, the sensations flowing unbridled from deep in her core.

She reached her climax with a shout of Torrin’s name, her body seizing over him.

Before she knew it, she found herself on her back once more, Torrin plunging into her and prolonging her orgasm, her body twitching pleasurably around him as he chased his own completion.

It didn’t take him long to reach it; soon, he was spilling over her body with a reverent cry of her name, surging forward to kiss her before he had even caught his breath.

For a few moments, they stayed like that, their foreheads pressed together. Then, Valora laughed softly, her joy overflowing.

“What’s so funny, lass?” Torrin asked, but he, too, couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Naethin’,” said Valora, shaking her head. “I’m just happy.”

Torrin’s smile softened as he looked at her.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he came to stretch next to her, using his discarded shirt to wipe her clean before he pulled her into his arms. Valora settled against him, laying her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes with a sigh.

For all intents and purposes, though they were not yet wedded, she considered herself his woman now; his wife.

“Was that alright?” Torrin asked, and once again, Valora had to laugh.

“It was more than alright,” she told him. “It was it was amazing’, Torrin. I had nay idea.”

Torrin echoed her chuckle, a pleased rumble reverberating through his chest. “Good,” he said. “I’m glad.”

Tilting her head up to look at him, Valora said, “I meant it, what I said. I love ye, truly.”

When he looked at her, it was as though she was the only one in the world. “An’ I love ye,” he told her. “Ye have me whole heart, Valora. Every part o’ me is yers.”

And for the first time in a long while, the sleep that claimed her soon after was peaceful.