The dress was a simple sheath of pale blue velvet with a modest train behind it, and an overdress of cream satin. It fitted Cora’s shapely body like a glove, and as she approached him, Clyde smiled and shook his head as though he could not believe what he was seeing.
“You look like a queen,” he whispered as she stopped beside him.
Clyde took something out of his pocket.
When Cora saw the shiny object she could not believe her eyes at first. It was a golden ring with a rose engraved on it!
“I hope this will allow you to break your promise. And make a new one, that you will keep forever.”
“Thank you, my love,” she whispered with tears in her eyes.
Clyde looked magnificent in his red Munro tartan kilt plaid and snow-white shirt that stretched over the breadth of his wide shoulders. The crest of his clan, an eagle with spread wings, and the wordsDread Godwas pinned to his shoulder. However, his heart was beating faster than it had the first time he went into battle against the English.
Presently, the nuptial Mass began, and the priest invited them to say their vows.
“You first, Clyde,” he invited, smiling.
Clyde turned to his love and took a deep breath. “Cora, you are the vessel into which I pour all my love, and whether my life is long or short, whether we are blessed with children or not, I will spend it protecting and caring for you, my sweet Cora. Will you have me as your husband?”
The love in the green eyes looking down at her made her want to weep with joy, and she replied with tears in her eyes. “Yes, Clyde, I will, with all my heart and soul,” she replied tenderly. “I will be your lover and your comforter, and I will be your home, the place you come to when the world is cruel. I will always be by your side. Will you have me as your wife?”
“Oh, yes, my love,” he breathed as he slipped the gold ring—his mother’s wedding ring—on her finger. They smiled at each other joyfully as Father Timothy pronounced them married, then gave them a final blessing. It was done, and after all the trials they had been through, they were finally husband and wife.
After Clyde swept her off her feet and carried her, giggling, out of the great hall to the cheers of their guests, Cora realized that she was finally alone with her husband, free to express her love for him in the fullest way, the way she had wanted and dreamed about for months.
Clyde placed her tenderly on their bed and lay down beside her, then did nothing but gaze at her for a long time. His body was desperate for her, but he wanted their first time to be unhurried and sensual, not a frantic coupling that would scare her into pushing him away next time. “Would you like some wine?” he murmured, as he caressed her cheek.
Cora swallowed nervously. “Afterwards,” she answered softly. “Now, all I want is you.”
“Thank God!” he breathed, and lowered his mouth to hers.
When Clyde had kissed her before, it had been gentle and sweet, like the first time, but now that Cora was his wife, it was different. When she ascended the stairs to the bedroom in Clyde’s arms, it had been with a mounting sense of anticipation and a little fear. She had been told that the first time she lay with a man would be painful, but she did not know how much.
As he looked into her eyes and felt her trembling, Clyde wrapped his arms around her, as he always did when she needed comfort. “We can wait ’til you are ready,” he whispered, kissing her cheek. “If you want to, that is.”
“No, no!” she cried. “I want you to make me yours. Now, Clyde.” Her voice was trembling, but certain. “I have never wanted anything so much in my life. I am a little afraid, because I have never lain with a man before, but then I have never wanted to ’til now.”
“I am so glad,” he whispered. He captured her lips with his and kissed her with a hunger born of desperate need. He thrust his tongue into her mouth to taste her sweetness and heard her moan softly, while her hand on the back of his head held him so that he could not move away.
Cora felt his hands undoing the laces on her bodice. He eased his hands inside her dress to cup her breasts, sliding his thumbs over her nipples so that she instinctively raised her hips against him, crying out his name. He bent his head to lick and suckle one of her rosy buds while he rolled and teased the nub of the other between his finger and thumb before changing sides. She had never felt anything so wonderful as darts of pure pleasure shot straight to her core.
Clyde suddenly raised himself to a kneeling position and tore off his shirt to reveal the magnificent body he kept underneath it, and Cora gasped in surprise.
“What is it?” he asked as he saw her startled expression.
“You—you look so different from me!” she said in amazement. “You are so big, and hairy, and you have muscles everywhere!”
Clyde looked down at himself for a moment, laughing, then back at Cora. He smiled. “What did you expect me to look like, Cora?”
“I don’t know,” she said faintly. “I—” She reached over to unfasten his belt, but when his kilt slid down, she gave a squeal of fright. His shaft was pointing at her; big, engorged, and threatening. How could her body possibly receive this?
“Do not be frightened,” he said huskily as he peeled away her dress. “This is how we are meant to be, my love—opposites in every way. And now, my lovely wife, we are going to become one.”
He gazed down at the beauty he had just uncovered. She was everything he had imagined and more. Her breasts were full and round, her hips flared out from a tiny waist, and as his gaze drifted downwards, he saw an enticing tangle of dark hair between her legs.
He pushed her legs gently apart and knelt between them, then he began to kiss her from her lips to her throat to her breasts, pausing to lick and suckle each one again, then he did something absolutely shocking. He pushed two fingers inside her, moving them slowly in and out, then caressed the tiny nub of flesh at the center of her core with his tongue. Cora screamed as an intense wave of pleasure washed over her, but Clyde was not finished yet.
He began to rub his manhood down the slick wet flesh of her core until she was in a frenzy of desire. She wanted something desperately, but as yet, she had no idea what it was.
