Epilogue

EPILOGUE

T wo weeks later…

Cillian roamed the castle with a letter from the king clutched in his hand, looking for Enya, only she was nowhere to be found. He had checked her chambers, the great hall, the drawing room, the library, and even Skye’s cottage, but it was as though she had disappeared off the face of the Earth.

He wasn’t too worried as he had come across Thora in his search and she had assured him she had had no visions about her sister. Sooner or later, he was bound to find her.

In the end, he spotted her just as he was passing the training grounds. It was a cold day, even colder than usual for the time of the year, and the ground was slippery and covered in frost, so he hadn’t expected to find anyone there. Enya, Kai, and Archibald were there, engaged in some strange three-way fight where it seemed that everyone was against everyone.

Cillian came to a slow stop, watching as the three of them exchanged blows. Ever since her ordeal in Duncan’s hands, Enya had been more insistent than ever that she had to be prepared for any eventuality and she had taken to training with her siblings and Archibald, who was always glad to help. He seemed to have taken a liking to Kai, too, after losing Duncan. Though nothing could replace the friendship they had had, Cillian was glad to see the first hints of a smile gracing his face once more whenever he spent time with Kai.

For a while, Cillian stood there to observe, as he didn’t want to cut them off in the middle of their practice. They seemed to be having fun and he thought it was important after everything that had happened, especially Archibald and Enya, who had both gone through so much. When Enya spotted him, though, she tossed her sword aside and broke into a sprint, eager to greet him after spending an entire morning away from each other.

“I have news,” Cillian said before Enya could even come to a proper stop. Her gaze fell to the letter in his hand and she promptly snatched it, quickly perusing it as Cillian waited for her with a smile.

“He agrees?” Enya asked, her voice full of disbelief.

It hadn’t been the most usual request to marry the sister of his betrothed, but Cillian had done his best to express just how much he and Enya loved each other and how this union would surely be more beneficial in the long run rather than him getting married to a woman he didn’t love and who didn’t love him. He had spent two weeks agonizing over the kind of reply he would receive, oscillating between thinking the king would have no reason to disagree and being certain he would forbid it.

“He does,” Cillian confirmed, nodding enthusiastically. “We can wed whenever we wish.”

Throwing her arms around Cillian’s neck, Enya pulled him into a searing kiss, one which sent a wave of desire through him. With everything that had happened, they hadn’t been with each other except for a kiss every now and then, and Cillian missed having Enya in his arms, pleasuring her and watching her fall apart. Now, even a simple kiss was enough to arouse him and if Enya’s devious look was any indication, she had instantly noticed.

Enya glanced over her shoulder at Archibald and Kai, who were still fighting—if Cillian could even call it that. They were mostly showing off to each other, employing acrobatic moves that would never be a good choice in a real battle. They were distracted, though, and that meant they wouldn’t miss Enya if he borrowed her for a while.

Enya seemed to have had the same thought, as she leaned in and said, “Take me tae bed.”

Cillian didn’t need to be told twice.

It had been a struggle to keep their hands off each other while running through the castle corridors and the moment they were behind closed doors, Cillian had torn off Enya’s clothes without a second thought. Once nude, though, Enya had been the one to eagerly pull him to bed, unable to hold off a moment longer.

It had been so long since she had last had this and now, she craved him so badly that waiting any longer seemed impossible. Once in bed, she pulled him into a tender kiss as they laid next to each other, her fingers tangling in Cillian’s hair to keep him close.

For the longest time, he indulged her, the two of them sharing deep, passionate kisses. With a strong hand, Cillian pulled Enya’s leg over his hip and that new angle left her breathless as they ground against each other, her slick folds brushing over his thigh. Each drag of her against his skin sent a ripple of pleasure through her, a sensation that was little more than a tease but which had her throbbing with need until she couldn’t bear the tension anymore.

“Please,” she said, mumbling against Cillian’s lips. She could feel his manhood between them, hard and twitching with every particularly pleasurable roll of her hips, and Enya reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his length to give him a few slow, sensual pumps. The groan he gave her was like music to her ears and so she did it again, shuddering when Cillian moaned as she brushed her thumb over the tip.

Rolling onto his back, Cillian pulled Enya on top of him, never once breaking their kiss. His hand traced a path over her back, fingers running down the length of her spine until they reached her entrance, one of them slipping inside with ease and drawing a moan of her own out of her. She wanted nothing more than to be filled by him completely, to feel his release inside her now that they would soon be husband and wife, but Cillian didn’t seem to be in the same hurry she was.

If anything, his movements were slow, deliberate, meant to tease and give her just enough pleasure to drive her wild. The drag of his lips against hers, the gentle, barely-there licks of his tongue, the finger which pumped slowly inside her only a few times before he idly circled her entrance with the pad of it, were all designed to set her entire body on fire.

“Let me taste ye,” Cillian said as he sank two fingers inside her, reaching as deep as he could. Enya gasped, rolling her hips to take them deeper as she nodded wordlessly, all thoughts already wiped from her mind.

Without wasting any more time, Cillian grabbed her and manhandled her as though it was nothing for him, and suddenly Enya found herself straddling his face backwards, his tongue already licking a hot trail over her folds. The position left her entirely exposed, her cheeks heating at the thought, but at the same time, she was powerless against that all-consuming pleasure as Cillian grabbed her rear with both hands and licked into her, moaning as though he was the one getting pleasured.

In that position, Enya realized, she could give him as much as he was giving her. Tentatively, she reached for him, fingers wrapping around his length once more to tug at the silky flesh, his groan reverberating through her as he pressed his lips against her. Enya was lost in her pleasure, mindless as she rocked against him, her hand matching the rhythm of her hips as she stroked him, and once she became particularly bold, her tongue darted out to lick over the tip of his length.

With a broken moan, Cillian’s hips stuttered, his hands tightening around Enya’s ample flesh, and she loved the effect her efforts had on him, so she took him in her mouth, suckling on the tip and stroking the base that she couldn’t reach.

She understood, then, why Cillian loved pleasuring her like this so much. Hearing him moan and seeing him struggle to stay still, overwhelmed by his desire for her, excited her just as much as receiving pleasure did.

“I willnae last like this,” Cillian warned, pulling back with one last lick over her sensitive folds. Once again, he manhandled her until she was facing him straddling his hips, pulling her down for a quick kiss before he took himself in his hand and guided his manhood to her throbbing entrance. Enya sank down slowly on his length, taking him deeper and deeper until he was buried inside her to the hilt, her eyes rolling back with the intensity of it as he rubbed against a spot inside her which had pleasure exploding all over her body. Like this, she could feel him deeper than ever before, and once she began to move, slowly rolling her hips in a rhythm and angle she could set, she quickly found that she enjoyed the control.

As she bounced on Cillian’s length, his hands roamed over her thighs, her hips, her waist, until finally settling on her breasts. Large as his hands were, they cupped her breasts fully, his palms warm and rough, and Enya placed her own hands over them, anchoring herself as she picked up the pace.

The change in speed had Cillian moaning loudly and shamelessly, his fingers pinching and tugging at her hardened nipples. When he planted his feet on the mattress, his hips jerking up to meet her movements, Enya cried out, the feel of him so deep inside her that it punched the air out of her lungs.

It didn’t take long for her to reach her climax like this, pushing down on him one last time as she fell apart around him, her walls clenching rhythmically around his length. The pleasure spread out from her core all the way to the ends of her limbs, a tingling warmth that left her shivering and panting, trying to catch her breath. Then, she was boneless in Cillian’s hands, all the strength leaving her.

Cillian held her up as he thrust into her, chasing his own release. It only took a few more thrusts before he, too, reached his orgasm with a moan of her name, his eyes wide and fogged up with lust as he spilled into her, just like Enya had been craving.

Rolling her hips with what little strength she had left, Enya helped Cillian ride the aftershocks of his orgasm, until they both collapsed in a pile of limbs on the bed, tangled together. She couldn’t help but laugh, the sound breathless and delighted, and Cillian pulled her into a kiss, the two of them still intertwined.

“I love ye,” he said as he brushed his fingers through her hair, pushing back the strands which had escaped her updo. “I love ye so much, mo ghràidh . More than anythin’ in the whole world.”

“I love ye,” Enya said, her chest bursting with warmth at hearing those words from him. “I cannae wait tae be yer wife.”

Nothing and no one could pull them apart anymore. Enya thought back to the day she had met Cillian; the way they had treated each other, Enya preparing for a fight even before she had met him, Cillian already angry before she had managed entered the castle. It was nothing short of a miracle that they had grown as much as they had in such a short amount of time, just by falling in love with each other, but then Enya remembered what Thora had said.

Cillian was her true love. There was no other explanation for what she had managed to do or for how close they had become when they were both so determined to hate each other. Fate had always had different plans for them, and now that they were finally together, nothing could feel more right than this.

In the end, they were never meant to hate each other.

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