Chapter 20 #2
She soon got her answer. The quaking sensation in the pit of her stomach expanded to fill up her whole body.
It snapped and thundered and she squeezed her eyes shut as she braced herself against the rampaging sensations that gushed out of her.
Niall was the only thing holding her trembling body steady as he continued kissing her.
He groaned as the energy pulsed out and left him with glistening lips.
She gasped. Her skin was flushed crimson as the pleasure threatened to recede, but then Niall continued with what he was doing.
His tongue and lips worked in tandem as they brought forth the pleasure again, stoking the fire until it spewed out its fierce sparks again and again, leaving Moira delirious and dazed, wondering if this was normal, if anyone else had ever experienced this much pleasure before.
Her hands groped at his head. One of his long arms stretched up and reached to her chest. He caressed her breast and then rested his palm against her frantically beating heart.
As she looked down through her fluttering eyes, she saw him gazing up at her, and there was a wicked gleam in his.
He reared up, his masculine body on full display.
Moira groaned when she him, so thick and hard, so primed with lust and passion.
He looked like a god. His strong arms groped her thighs, digging into her flesh.
He parted them; she was so limp, she couldn’t have offered any resistance if she had wanted.
She licked her lips as she watched him descend closer towards her, the wide tip of his manhood growing closer and closer until it touched…
and then she was in sweet heaven again. Warmth spread through her and she welcomed him into her.
He fell upon her, every sinewy muscle in his body primed to make love toher.
She held him close. They were caught in a primal, savage dance that was beautiful in its feral nature.
Their bodies melted into each other, sweat dripping and trickling down in thick streams. Their lips crashed together.
Their breathing became one. Their moans were hard and sharp.
With every thrust Niall brought with him a new world of delight, and Moira’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Niall kissed all over her lips and her neck.
His desire was rampant, and she loved that he felt this way about her, that she could inspire such intense feelings.
He whispered sweet things that were meant for her and her alone to hear.
These played on her heart and added a romantic undercurrent to the animalistic intensity.
Niall’s hands moved down. One of his arms slid underneath her body, shifting her position slightly.
It was only a minute adjustment, but it made him reach even deeper inside her.
She burst with pleasure as she felt this, just as Niall’s other hand stretched out and clasped hers.
Their fingers entwined and they gripped each other tightly as they shared pleasure.
Moira could feel the tension growing within him and she wanted him to feel good.
She so badly wanted him to feel good. She urged him on, coaxing and tempting him with soft whispers and sweet promises.
Niall buried his head in her neck, breathing in all of her feminine scent.
Moira gulped in his masculine musk and felt his body became a mess of hard angles and taut skin.
Everything about him was hard as he thundered into her and exploded, as vibrant and vivid as a storm.
He was so strong that his grip almost crushed her hand as he gave her everything he had, but she took it.
She took it because she was his wife, and she loved him.
They lay together in the afterglow of their passionate love. Niall had slipped off her, his body dripping with sweat.
“That was…that was something,” she said.
“Aye, that surely was,” he said, each word punctuated by a gulping breath.
He gazed up at the ceiling and then turned to her, smiling widely.
He was still clasping her hand, and he brought it to his lips, kissing it softly.
Her heart still thrummed violently with happiness.
“I love ye, Moira,” he said. “I’m sorry if I hae nae made that plain enough, and I’m sorry for not telling ye sooner. ”
“I love ye tae,” Moira said, smiling sweetly, happiness imbued in every word. “When I came here, ye charmed me, Niall. Ye charmed me all the way tae the marriage bed.”
“Aye, and I will charm ye a wee bit further than that as well,” he said, laughing as he kissed her. Everything seemed joyous and happy. Moira nestled her head against him and enjoyed the comfort of the pillow.
“Ye know, after we were married, I started tae think about the future we might hae taegether, but then when we argued, I thought we haed lost it. It wasn’t until then that I realized how much ye mean tae me, Niall.
How much this place and this marriage means tae me.
I used tae think I was happy being alone, but I realize now that that’s nae the case. ”
“We can hae this future taegether,” Niall said, and in his eyes, she saw the very future that she wanted. Suddenly all the doubts vanished from her mind, and she was confident that nothing would get in the way of her happiness.
“Now then, I believe ye hae a story tae tell me.”
“Ah yes,” Niall said. “It’s about a man, the finest man tae ever hae lived.
His name was Jeralt…” They basked in the glory of their love as they shared stories long into the night.
Neither of them knew for certain if spirits existed or not, but they decided that if the spirits wanted to be left alone, then left alone they would be.
They had other things to think about, like their own happiness.
One year later…
Moira was staggering out of bed, hair matted to her scalp with sweat, and legs wobbling.
“Moira, what are ye daeing? Get back intae bed!” Isobel said, rushing to Moira’s side. Moira tried to bat her away.
“Dinnae fuss over me. I should be helping. I need tae make sure that everything is ready,” Moira said.
“Everything is gaeing tae be fine. The healer said ye need yer rest. Ye dae want tae enjoy taenight, or dae ye want tae fall asleep while ye are eating? Trust in Niall. He’ll make sure that everything gaes according tae plan.”
Moira relented and sank back onto the bed. She needed to trust Niall as much as he needed to trust her, and in truth, it was a little more difficult to move than she remembered. “I’m just a wee bit nervous, that’s all. It’s been a while.”
“Aye, but they’re yer family. It’ll all be well. Jamie should be back soon with them in tow.”
Moira smiled. “I’m just glad that we can hae them here without any feeling of animosity. And I’m glad that ye and Jamie are still with us.”
Moira was grateful for every day that she got to spend with Isobel, and the others who had recovered from the illness.
As far as their health was concerned, nobody had died, and there hadn’t been any lasting effects.
Indeed, sometimes it seemed as though the whole ordeal hadn’t happened at all, but Moira would never forget because it had meant so much to her on a personal level.
She doubted her marriage would have been the same without it.
In a way, it was good that it happened, as it helped to dispel any lingering doubts about the marriage that might have festered otherwise.
“Hae ye heard any more about yer wedding?” Moira asked.
Isobel sighed. “Nae yet. Niall still thinks I’m tae young, but I keep telling him that he haes tae start making arrangements soon. I want tae live a life just like ye, Moira.”
Moira wore a smile of genuine warmth. She had never thought of herself as a role model or someone to admire, but Isobel was always so gracious and warm with her affection.
She was impressed with Moira’s life and wanted the same excitement and adventure for herself.
Moira had tried to tell her that things weren’t always as easy as it seemed, but Isobel was convinced that she wanted the same kind of thing, and who was Moira to dissuade her?
“I’ll hae a word with him for ye,” Moira said with a wink. Isobel clapped her hands together and did a little dance.
“What are ye two talking about?” Niall asked as he walked in, holding a baby in each arm.
Moira’s face lit up and her heart leaped when she saw her children.
She had twins with Niall, and they had called them Ruairi and Maura.
They were both the prettiest things that Moira had ever seen, and every time she saw them, she thought she was going to burst with love.
Niall was the perfect picture of a father as well, and she wondered if he knew how attractive it made him.
Those three were her perfect family, and she was grateful to the gods and the spirits for granting her this blessing, as well as her brother.
Niall walked towards Moira and bent down, kissing her gently before he gave her the babies.
Moira groaned when she felt their weight in her arms.
“They’re getting bigger all the time,” she said as she rocked them. “Hae they been good?”
“Oh, aye, and Grizel enjoyed seeing them. She already started telling them stories and she said she’s gaeing tae bring a trinket for each of them later tae ward off the evil spirits.” Niall rolled his eyes as he said this, and his voice was strained.
“Ah, they can use all the protection they get,” Moira said.
“And it does no harm in continuing this tradition. Even if the spirits dinnae exist for real, they still exist in stories, and stories are our legacy. One day we’re just gaeing tae be a story,” Moira said, looking at Niall and Isobel.
Niall smiled and placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder.
“Aye, there is wisdom in yer words,” Niall said, nodding.