He nudged her knees apart, lowered his hips, and exquisitely, slowly, pushed himself inside her.
“Ye are mine lass,” he breathed into her ear. “Forever.”
Lily arched her back and gasped. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into the taut muscles. She breathed heavily, trying to adjust to his size.
Oskar stilled above her, his gaze focused on her face. “Are ye all right?” He was always gentle with her, careful of her long-standing injuries. She knew he would never, ever, hurt her.
Lily nodded, a shiver of delight running across her skin as she felt him twitch inside her. “Yes,” she assured him in a breathless whisper. “I’m more than all right.”
Oskar began to move. Each thrust was slow and deliberate, each pullback a sweet torture. Lily matched his rhythm instinctively, their bodies moving in harmony. She could hear the sound of his harsh breathing mixing with her soft moans and gasps.
Lily clung to him as they moved together, gasping his name as she felt herself spiraling towards the precipice of ecstasy. Oskar seemed to sense it too—he quickened his movements, pushing them both to the edge.
“Lily. My wife,” Oskar breathed out, his voice gravelly and low, his expressions contorting with pleasure. He was close, she could tell, and so was she.
“Oskar,” she whimpered, her body trembling as waves of pleasure began to wash over her.
And then, with one last powerful thrust, Oskar sent them crashing over the edge together. Lily clung to him tightly as they rode the waves of ecstasy, their gasps and cries mingling in the warm afternoon air.
Spent, Oskar collapsed onto the soft grass next to her, pulling her into his arms. Lily snuggled against him, her head resting on his broad chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heart.
In the distance, she could hear the music and hubbub of their reception in full swing but here all was peaceful.
Oskar broke the silence first. “Do ye think they’ve missed us yet?”
Lily laughed softly. “Probably,” she admitted. She pushed herself up onto her elbow. “I suppose we should go back now,” she said reluctantly, gesturing towards their discarded clothing. “They might start thinking we’ve run off together.”
Oskar smiled. “Perhaps we should.”
Lily grinned mischievously as she considered Oskar’s words. “Nah. I don’t think we’d get far. Anna would catch us before we’d gone a mile.”
The deep rumble of his laughter echoed through the woods, a sound that filled her with joy. She rolled away from him and climbed to her feet. They began to re-clothe themselves and once they were decent again, Oskar stretched his hand towards her. Lily took it, her fingers fitting perfectly into his.
They set off, the faint sound of laughter and music guiding them back to their guests. The wedding party was in full swing, unaware of the bride and groom’s brief disappearance. From their seclusion, they watched as their guests drank and danced.
Oskar looked down at Lily, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Ready to face them?”
She chuckled softly and nodded. “I suppose we should.
He offered her his arm and together they stepped out of the woods and onto the gravel path that led to where the pavilion had been set up.
Lily spotted a wooden bench on the path up ahead and her breath hitched as she saw someone sitting there, waiting for them. That someone was small, elderly, and had gray hair pinned into a bun.
Oskar missed a step, clearly having seen her too. “Is that—?”
“Ah! There ye are!” Irene MacAskill called brightly, patting the bench beside her. “I’ve been waiting to talk to ye. I can see ye’ve been...busy.”
The old woman’s dark eyes swept up and down Lily and Oskar appraisingly, sparkling with mischief. Lily felt herself blush.
Irene cackled at their discomfort and then patted the bench again. “Come, sit with me.”
Lily shared a look with Oskar then the two of them warily lowered themselves to the bench beside her.
“What are ye doing here, Irene?” Oskar demanded. “This is our wedding day. We dinna need any Fae intrigue—”
“Canna an old woman just come to wish newlyweds good luck on their wedding day?” Irene cut in, her eyes gleaming with humor. “Or is there a law against that now?”
Oskar frowned, looking as though he was about to argue. But before he could, Lily squeezed his hand and smiled at Irene. “It’s good to see you, Irene. Oskar and I have a lot to thank you for.”
