Page 30 of Hiding Her Highland Heart Away

ONE MONTH LATER…

Orla stood in the great hall of the keep in which she had grown up. Around her were her family, all of them, and friends, which now included Ethel as well. As a way to try and make up for her behavior, Orla had befriended Ethel and found her a rather wonderful companion. Halle and Charles were there with their children too, and of course Nova and Edward were sitting there happily, having been privy to the blossoming romance between Orla and Hamish. But the man who was proudest of all was her father, Laird Stewart. He had been brought to tears at the ceremony, and he dabbed his eyes even now.

The marriage ceremony had been a traditional Scottish one. It wasn’t the kind of thing that Orla had believed she had ever wanted, but during the day she realized that all that mattered was the man beside her, and she loved him with all her heart. Hamish was everything that she could ever want in a man. He was strong, humble, compassionate, loyal, and kind. They relationship had deepened quickly and it soon became the case that Orla could not understand how she had ever lived life without knowing him. He made her feel so utterly complete, that it was as though she had been empty before, without knowing it at all.

The guests at the wedding ate heartily and drank well, sharing stories and song, and lots of dances. Orla barely left as she danced with everyone, even Hamish’s father, who was an upright and proper man. Towards the end of the evening, Nova pulled her aside.

“I’m sae happy that ye hae found ye match, even if he is nae English,” Nova said with a slanted smile.

“Naebody is perfect,” Orla replied in jest.

“There’s something I want tae tell ye, Orla, something that I want ye tae be the first tae know, well, aside from Edward and me. Something wonderful happened in London. I dinnae want tae tell everyone now, because I dinnae want tae take the attention away from ye on ye special day, but I am with child. It hae finally happened,” as Nova said this, her voice cracked on emotion and tears filled her eyes. Orla flung her arms around Nova and held her tightly.

“That’s wonderful, but ye should nae keep news like this tae yeself. Da deserves tae know. It will make him sae happy,” she said, insisting that Nova reveal the truth. Good news like this did not deserve to be kept hidden.

* * *

It was not long after this that Orla and Hamish took their leave of the gathering and went to spend their first night together as husband and wife. Orla was filled with nerves as the door closed behind them, but they were excited nerves. Hamish lit a few candles and amber flames flickered, making shadows dance on the walls. He took her to the wide bed, and they sank onto the sheepskin rug. He held her delicate hand and kissed her softly, starting at her lips and then moving across her cheek. She nuzzled into him.

“I hae never been this happy. It’s better than I even dreamed,” she whispered.

“I feel the same way. And I want ye tae know something, Orla. If ye wish tae travel the world and live a grander life than what Scotland can promise, I will try my best tae make it happen for ye,” he said, which she knew was a grand gesture from him, as he had never wanted to leave the Highlands. However, she just smiled.

“I’ll be happy wherever I am, as long as it’s with ye,” she said. Then she kissed him and swung her legs over him, straddling him. “The Highlands does hae its advantages, like the fact that there are fewer clasps on the dresses,” she said with a teasing look in her eyes. Hamish’s smile broadened as he reached around and undressed her, exposing her pale, milky skin. Heat washed over her body as the flames of desire were stoked. She cupped his cheeks, feeling the thick beard under her fingers as she kissed him. Her fingers then worked busily too, unbuttoning his jacket and pulling it away. The intense dream she had experienced had been eerily accurate. Every muscle was perfect. He was immaculate. The musky scent filled the air and she was filled with an impulse to throw herself at him.

Her dress was pushed down to her waist, while his jacket and shirt were thrown aside. She dragged her hands down his torso, feeling the beat of his powerful heart. He kissed around her shoulders and the hollow of her throat, whispers of how perfect she was accompanying his gifts of affection. He soon reached her breasts though, his huge hands taking her voluptuous curves easily. Her sensitive nipples were awash with pleasure and sent tendrils of delight lashing into her mind. She groaned as she buried herself into him, grinding her hips as she felt his arousal swell. He took her nipples in his mouth and teased them with his tongue, all the while she felt herself falling back until her head hit the soft bed. It creaked under the weight, and he moved down her body. She was left breathless at the trail of kisses that peppered her body, while he had no trouble in pulling the dress all the way down, leaving her naked and exposed.

Her legs parted naturally for him, for they burned and ached in between. His hands rested against her thighs and he grazed against her skin, making her gasp as every sharp breath burst out of him. Then his lips met her dewy glaze, and his tongue darted out and she shuddered with utter bliss. A haze settled in her mind, and hot energy pulsed through her. As she twisted her head from side to side, her eyes cracked open and she saw the blurred outline of the flames. It felt as though the melted drops of wax were dripping on her body, such was the heat that burned within. Sweat sizzled on her skin and trickled in the valley between her breasts. Her hips writhed as his tongue reached inside her, kissing her inside and out, and the orgasmic pleasure that surged through her came in one endless thrum, like a song that continued all through the night, its rhythm rising and rising into multiple crescendos, and she was left breathless.

Eventually Hamish rose and towered above her. She pushed herself into a sitting position and leaned against him. His strong arms supported her, and she was left to gaze at the strong, thick manhood that protruded from his body. It throbbed with heat and it was illuminated by the candlelight, and all she could think was that it looked beautiful. She reached out and curled her hands around it. It was hotter than any other part of his body. His eyes closed with pleasure and a terse moan slipped out of him. She wanted to please him in the same way that he had pleased her, so she dipped her head and opened her mouth, sweeping her tongue along his shaft, leaving his tip glistening.

Hamish reached down and brushed hair away from her face. Then he pulled her away and kissed her. They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and lust, their lips now crashing against each other in frenzied passion. Their hands groped and ran down along their flesh, while their mouths were locked together. He was hard and she was wet, and both of them were filled with this sense of utter dependency on each other. The urge they had to be together was like nothing either of them had experienced before. The bed creaked as they moaned, and the world seemed to spin around them. It was entirely disorienting and Orla was left delirious, her eyes sparkling with joy. She threw herself into this man, taking quiet note of all the attributes of his body, just as he did with hers. There was no part of them that was left secret to each other, as they hands and lips explored intimately. They discovered secret sweet spots that had never been stimulated before.

The air was filled with terse moans and deep, writhing grunts. He buried his head in the crook of her neck as he rolled her around, his strength bristling within the sinews of his muscles, each one of them taut with desire for her. The heat was all focused in one area though. She lay there and welcomed him, craning her neck to watch with interest at the sight of him entering her. It was erotic and exotic to look at this, to see their bodies literally becoming one, but soon enough she had to fling her head back, as she was overwhelmed by the sensations that flooded through her body.

Pain blurred with pleasure as he loomed over her and locked his fingers with hers. Their palms were pressed together as tightly as their bodies, which stuck together. Their hearts were rampant and she could not tell which rhythm was hers and which was his. For a moment it was almost as though she was in his soul and could feel everything that he was feeling. They had blurred together so much, that the two of them now seemed like one, completely inseparable, bonded by love and by marriage vows, and now by this physical expression of their intimacy.

Then he started grinding and thrusting, and it sent new, deeper sensations spearing through her. The high pitched moans shifted into deep whimpers. Orla’s mouth hung open and everything came twisting out, pouring into the air as though she was little more than a cauldron of delight.

One of Hamish’s hands pressed on her hip, as though to hold her in place as he hit the right exact spot that sent her mind reeling. His other hand grabbed a fistful of hair. His head was bent down, and there was a look of awe on his face as he gazed at her breasts, which had been pushed together, seeming even bigger than before. Her gaze was solely focused on his body, where his muscles seemed more angled and sharper, as though they had been chiseled by what they were sharing. The rhythm of their bodies took her away on this rippling wave, making her feel completely out of control and exhilarated.

There was a point where she had no idea if it was going to end or not, but then she felt him getting more tense. She listened to the way his breathing became sharper and more rapid, and how the thrust became deeper, harder and faster, and then his arms were sliding around her even more tightly, cocooning her in his warmth and his lust, and they were both on the cusp of this brilliant, dazzling desire that left them both reeling when it rampaged through them. The explosion only lasted moments, but it resonated within her, and she was left gasping for breath.

Hamish collapsed upon her, and her arms nestled against the slick sweat of his body. Every breath was deep and panting as she clung to him tightly, allowing the pleasure within to dissipate. She closed her eyes and thought about how lucky she was to have him in her life, and how she had been so foolish to think that an Englishman could have compared to him.

“I love ye,” she whispered, her voice as gentle as the first spring breeze that blew away the cold chill of winter. They lay naked and uncovered in front of the candlelight, pools of sweat glistening on their flesh. They were husband and wife, never to be parted again.

ONE MONTH LATER…

“I’m sae happy that ye hae found ye match, even if he is nae English,” Nova said with a slanted smile.