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“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.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The previous week had felt like eons to Valora. Though her life had been turned upside down in mere days, now she knew what she was meant to do, and she couldn’t help but think that things had always been meant to be that way. Meeting Torrin had been jarring at first, what with the way she had been handed off to him by her father, but now nothing felt more natural than being with him.
And after the night they had spent together, she already considered herself his wife.
The wedding would have to take place soon, if for nothing else, then to ensure that Clan Keith couldn’t force her into an unwanted marriage. The very notion that had frightened Valora only a few days prior now seemed like a dream come true, like the one thing she had been waiting for her whole life without even knowing it.
In those few days, she had also gone from trying to avoid Torrin at all costs to craving his presence. After a few hours of tryingto occupy herself with other things—with Arrow, with Daisy, even with embroidery to fill the idle hours of the morning—she decided to give in to her desires and head to Torrin’s study, eager to see him again.
How odd it was that she already missed him. How odd it was that she could so easily miss a person she saw every single day.
Making her way to Torrin’s study, she passed through the sunlit corridors, the light falling in beams through the windows to illuminate the grand portraits and tapestries that decorated the gray stone walls. The guards and servants she passed on her way greeted her with smiles, and it seemed to Valora that everything, from the weather to the people around her, was brighter, filled with joy.
Near the door of the study, she heard voices—Torrin’s unmistakable low burr and Noah’s softer, always quieter tone. Valora paused for a moment when she heard Noah, not knowing whether or not she should interrupt.
The door stood ajar. She hesitated a moment longer, then knocked gently and stepped in.
Torrin looked up first. He was seated behind the massive oak desk, parchment and ledgers scattered in organized chaos across its surface. Noah stood beside him, one finger following a line in a column of figures, his brow furrowed as his gaze searched for something Valora couldn’t see on the paper.
“Valora,” Torrin said, his voice softening at the sight of her. “Come in. Just a moment, I’ll be right with ye.”
She nodded and slipped into the room, moving toward one of the armchairs by the hearth. The fire in the study burned hot, casting a glow on the stone floor. She sat and folded her hands in her lap, listening absently to the final remarks about shipping routes and grain stores, coin owed and coin still to be paid.
“There’s been some talk o’ dwindlin’ reserves, but the Gordons willnae press until after the harvest,” Noah said. “As things stand, they’re nae makin’ any requests so far.”
Torrin gave a short nod, leaning back. “Aye. Make sure the ledgers reflect it. That’s all fer now, Noah. We can talk about the rest later.”
