“Yes, both of those things.” Ivor squeezed her hands. “Without delay.”
“Our trusted guide, Merlin,” Cal began. “Today we present before you Ivor and Nisha, who have defied the odds to find each other. They have seen the truth in your wisdom and in their hearts and now wish to pledge their love before you so they may not be separated for all of time.”
Silence.
Ivor slipped the ring onto her finger. Perfect fit. Made for her.
Silence, except for dripping at the back of the cave.
“You are now married!” Cal slapped Ivor on the shoulder. “Good for you, brother. And Nisha, welcome to the family. I’m so glad it’s you.” He smiled broadly.
“Thank you.” Nisha thought she would burst with love. It felt so right to be bound to Ivor, as if she’d found her path and her future. Now she’d never be alone. She had purpose and meaning. She had a true and loving man at her side who could provide for her and their children and protect them in a way no one else could.
“Are you happy?” Ivor asked, concern creasing his brow. “You look like you’re thinking at ninety miles an hour.”
“If there was a word that expressed more than happy, Ivor, then that’s what I am.” She touched his cheek.
“Love.” Bethany giggled.
“Yes. Love.” Nisha smiled. “So much love.”
“I love you.” Ivor set his mouth over hers.
Devon whooped, and so did Tara, Cal, and Bethany.
The kiss deepened, and Ivor pulled her close.
The intensity caught her breath. Her stomach tightened, and heat formed between her legs. “Ivor,” she gasped.
He kind of growled as he ran his hands underneath her headdress and into her hair.
“Get a room, you two.” Devon laughed. “We don’t need to see this, and young Sigrid definitely doesn’t.”
“That’s exactly what I intend to do.” Ivor suddenly stooped and plucked Nisha into the air.
“Oh!” She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Ivor!”
“We’re going to my bedchamber … now.”
Within minutes, they were alone. Ivor slipped a bolt on the door, and the way he moved as he lit several candles assured Nisha he meant business. This was going to be one hell of a wayto lose her virginity.
A nervous tremble caught her belly, and she rubbed her hands over her decorated arms.
“My love.” He blew out a match and studied her. “What is the matter?”
“Nothing.” She smiled.
“There’s something you’re not telling me.” He was before her in an instant.
“It’s just…” She swallowed tightly. “Well, you know I told you I’m—”
“A virgin, yes, I know, and that pleases me greatly.” He cupped her cheeks. “I also know that I must go slow the first time because I do not wish to give you anything but pleasure.”
She stared into his eyes. “I want pleasure.”
“And you shall have it. This is not a sprint, it’s a marathon. Your first orgasm with my cock deep inside you will be one you never forget.”
She trembled again, not with nerves this time, but with longing.