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Castle Lennox, One month later…

The cèilidh that followed the wedding was a raucous affair. Ivy found herself alongside Liam, surrounded by her new family and a multitude of well-wishers. Together, they laughingly drank the traditional dram of whisky each from the ceremonial quaich, the two-handed cup that signified the bonding of their two clans.

Then, the quaich was passed around for all to take a drink, and Liam paid the piper his traditional dram, upon which the man began to play, and the party began in earnest.

“Ye look amazing, wife,” Liam whispered in her ear, holding her tightly in his arms as he whirled her once again up the column of whooping, clapping couples in a traditional country reel. Next to them were Odhrán and Maddison, and Tadhg and Alana, all caught up the in the joyful dance.

“How many times have ye said that to me since we were wed?” she asked in a teasing voice as they danced along.

“I was nae counting, but whatever it is, it’ll never be enough,” he told her in a low, husky voice, his hands squeezing her waist and making her quiver with excitement. “’Tis a grand party, tae be sure, but I have tae admit I can hardly wait tae get ye alone. Lovely as ye look in that gown, I have an urgent need tae get ye out of it and ravish ye.”

“Ooh, is that a promise?” she teased as they reached the top of the column, then parted at the top to run down to the start and meet again.

“I’m a man of me word, Ivy, as ye ken,” he told her with a cheeky wink.

“Aye, I ken, and I lookin’ forward tae keepin’ ye tae it,” she whispered back, panting with exertion as she planted a kiss on his lips. It was simply impossible to look at him and not want him. “When can we decently take our leave, d’ye think,” she added with a mischievous giggle.

“Well, I think because everyone’s gone to such trouble to make this a happy day fer us, we owe it tae them stay at least another five minutes,” he said with a suggestive quirk of an eyebrow.

“Wheesht, Husband!” she cried, pretending to be shocked. “Ye ken very well it would be rude nae to stay a wee while longer.”

“Ten minutes it is, then,” he shot back, flinging them back into the fray, his laughter vibrating against her cheek as she clung to him, giggling.

Night had fallen when they finally announced their departure and were serenaded up the stairs and into Liam’s chamber, which was now theirs to occupy as a married couple, by raucous and vulgar roistering from the company, most of whom were now deep in their cups.

When everyone had gone, Liam kicked the door shut, scooped Ivy up in his arms, and carried her across to the bed. He threw her down and stood towering over her. “At last, I’ve got ye all tae mesel, Wife,” he said, gazing down at her so hungrily, she reached up and pulled him down on top of her, entwining her arms about his neck. The flame he always kindled inside her had ignited with force.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, wanting to feel his weight on her, for it excited her beyond words.

“Och, I’ll be kissing ye all over all night, dinnae ye worry about that,” he told her hoarsely, brushing her hair back from her face and gazing intently into her eyes as his mouth met hers. Hers answered his equally hungrily. “Every night, in fact, if I get me way,” he murmured against her lips, making her whole body quiver. She felt the sudden urge to be free of her clothes.

“Help me with me dress,” she murmured, shrieking with surprise when he flipped her onto her stomach and began undoing her laces.

“I was just thinking the same thing meself,” he told her with a wolfish grin, his fingers nimbly working to free her. Before long, she felt the dress loosening and wriggled to help Liam slide it down over her hips, leaving her in her chemise and stockings. “Ach, ye’re a sight fer sore eyes, me Ivy,” he breathed. She reveled in the groan that came from him as he paused, clearly admiring her from behind.

Deftly, he flipped her onto her back and pulled the chemise over her head. She lifted her arms obediently, smiling at him, eager for his gaze on her, for his touch. Soon, she was naked but for her stockings. He rolled each one down carefully, tracing a molten hot trail of kisses and nibbling bites up and down her legs as he did so, deliberately teasing her and making her moan and wriggle beneath him. Already, she felt the wetness of her desire pooling between her legs.

“I notice ye’ve still got yer clothes on, Husband. Will ye nae take them off so I can get at ye?” she invited in between the small moans prompted by his caresses that were escaping from her lips. She was desperate to feel his naked skin against hers. The moans became squeals of delight as his kisses reached her inner thighs and brushed teasingly across her sex before moving upward to her belly.

“Mmm,” he mumbled, his hands now on her naked breasts, cupping and squeezing them in a leisurely fashion with obvious enjoyment. He sucked and nipped at the peaks playfully as they hardened with desire, watching her through slitted eyes, to see the effect of his caresses.

Ivy moaned louder and pulled him closer. His body lay atop hers, and she could feel the length of his aroused manhood pressing against her. The urge to have him inside her was so powerful, it was overwhelming.

“I want ye now, Liam, please,” she murmured softly, her hands pulling at his clothing.

A devilish glint in his eyes, he stood up from the bed. His gaze never left hers as he tore off his sword belt, tartan plaid, and coat and threw them over a chair, missing it completely. With a comical shrug, clad only in his shirt, he kicked off his boots. His tipsy stumbling had Ivy laughing despite her lust.

Finally, she could hardly wait any longer as he tugged off his shirt and heedlessly tossed it aside. Ivy gasped in pleasure as always to see his naked body revealed to her. The sight of the broad expanse of his softly, furred chest and the hard, bulging muscles of his arms and shoulders thrilled her. But it was his fully aroused manhood that stood up proudly to greet her she craved the most.

Liam joined her on the bed again, resuming his sensual exploration of her body with his hands and lips. His manhood nosed gently against her thighs, and she abandoned herself to the luxurious pleasure of his ministrations, eagerly returning his kisses and caresses.

She slid her palms across his smooth skin, delighting in the feel of him, marveling at his strength. Her fingers traced a path along his tattoos, his scars, then down his belly. She took his now rigid shaft in her hand, eliciting a loud and satisfying groan that made her burn with wanting.

“Love me, Liam, please, I cannae wait any longer fer ye tae be inside me,” she pleaded softly, her fingers tangled in his hair. Provocatively, she slid down, her legs encircling his waist, opening herself for him. The way he looked at her then, with such heat in his eyes, sent her into a kind of delirium. Slowly, he positioned his manhood at the center of her hotness and pushed into her.

As his full length slipped inside her, filling her to the brim, he grunted low in his throat. The feel of him inside her and the animalistic sound forced a scream of pleasure from her, and she pressed her hips upward to meet him. They fell against each other, lip to lip, almost breathless, in white hot passion. Holding her tightly, with his whisky-scented breath hot on her skin and driving her to distraction, Liam began to move his hips.

At the same time, he leaned above her on one elbow, freeing one hand to strum on her excited rosebud until she could only thrash beneath him helplessly, desperate for more. As her moans mounted, his rhythmic thrusts grew harder, driving into her, filling her completely.

The excitement was building inside her now with every movement, a wave of heat rising inside her with his every thrust. His groans of pleasure undid her, and she met him every time, sensing that he too was approaching the climax of their lovemaking alongside her.

When it came like a racing tide, they clung to each other, bucking wildly, crying out together, united in an ecstasy that Ivy felt carried them far away from this world and into one made just for them.

“I love ye, Ivy,” Liam panted in her ear as they lay together in the aftermath.

She smiled in deep contentment, hugging him to her. “And I love ye too, Liam. Forever.”

He rolled over, encircling her with his arm. She lay happily against his chest, running her fingers idly across it.

“We’ve come a long way together, have we nae?” he asked, kissing her hair. “I can hardly believe we’re man and wife now, and we can be like this every night from now on.” He gave a satisfied sigh.

“Aye, I ken. It all seems like a dream. A wonderful, magical dream. I’m so happy.”

“Ye ken, I always wanted ye, even when I thought I could never have ye and told mesel’ I’d never wed. Thank the Wee Man I got that stupid idea out of me head.” He spoke in tones of wonder that touched Ivy’s heart.

“I’m so thankful I was foolish enough tae agree tae wed ye,” she joked, tickling his ribs.

“Foolish, is it,” he said in mock umbrage, tickling her back and making her shriek with laughter. “Well, now, I’m going to have to punish ye fer being so disrespectful tae yer husband.” Effortlessly, he rolled her on top of him, clasping her body to his, and soon, they were kissing again, and then one thing led to another. They made love another time, tenderly, leisurely, before they curled up in each other’s arms and fell into a deep, contented slumber. The first of many such nights and a new, happy life together.

The End.

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