Cailín (Lass) (Anam Céile Chronicles) (24 page)

B
eyond
ready I be to become Donovan’s wife!  Even still, nerves were beginning to get
the better of me as I sat there upon me bed, thinking on what the next day
would hold, the utter significance of it to me, to me life.  Anxiously I
fondled the exquisite— albeit still too extravagant— gown that Deirdre had had
fashioned fer me, contemplating on the following day, all that I had planned to
vow to him . . .
 

Each
night when we are apart, Donovan, I pray that you be safe . . .  I cannot
imagine any greater fear than waking up without you here beside me . . .  And
though the sun would surely still rise anew each day, me whole world would be
dark.  On the other hand, were it merely the world that did end, disturbed in
the least I would not be, if still near to me you be.  Yer love be the calm within
me, the place where I can freely breathe. 

Donovan,
our love be the truest thing ever I have known.   The one thing that carries me
so high, no fear have I at all to fall so deep and lose meself completely. 
Nothing, not even God above, could turn me away from yer love.  Me love fer
you, never could it grow cold.  I vow to show you all that you make me feel. 

Since you, I now see with clearer eyes.  And in
yer eyes there lives a smile . . .  they see straight through me, and speak to
me without a sound.  Somehow, you view me in every conceivable light and still
you think me beautiful.  I only pray I will not disappoint you. 

Enraptured
I be by yer boundless grace . . .  I love how you smile at me, the way yer
hands reach out to hold me near.  I rush to them, fer within yer warm embrace,
all me pain evaporates.  I believe you must be me angel, sent to save me from
the darkness of this world!
 
Yer love be the light of me soul!  To
me, our love ‘tis as the sea, deep and vast. 

Where
once me soul be naked and cold, now ‘swathed tis in the warm transparent garment
of yer love.  Once, a thousand desires I had.  And then in me sole desire to
know you, Donovan, all else melted away, leaving the one thing remaining which
matters to me now.

You and
I will be together ‘til the universe dissolves . . .  Fer in the heavens I see
yer eyes.  In yer eyes, I see the heavens. 

Since
ever I can remember, when I be silent, I inevitably fall into the place within
meself where everything be music.  Beautiful music!  Yet yer love be more than
even the most beautiful music me soul has ever received.

Then me
thoughts inevitably wandered to what at long last that
night
would
hold.  I drifted to sleep fantasizing of Donovan’s hands, his lips upon me, at
last all over me completely uninhibited, as fer too long I had so yearned. 

Gently
Donovan pulls me into his arms, burying his nose in me hair.  With the back of
his fingers he gently strokes me cheek gazing into me eyes lovingly.  Fer the
first time, I can see he be holding nothing back, does not feel the need to
restrain himself.  His gaze it be utterly pure.  Takes me breath away it does! 
Oh, how long I have waited fer this moment!

Our
bodies unite in love and once again me whole world alters— solidifies, if that
even be possible!  This final element, merging our souls in this uniquely
shared way fer eternity.  Something utterly beautiful be happening within me .
. .  All feelings of emptiness inside of me fading away.  Mesmerized I feel. .
.  I have truly found heaven!

Donovan
moves within me, luxuriating in me, his eyes fixed into mine, transmitting naught,
save the purest love.  Slowly he swivels his hips from side to side. 

Oh! 
The feeling it be exquisite! 

I
tighten me legs about him, urging him deeper within me.  Instinctually me eyes attempt
to close from the overwhelming pleasure, but I inspire them to remain open, not
wanting to disrupt the blissful spell he has upon me, not wishing to disconnect
from this love in any possible way fer even a fragment of a second!

Reveling
in his every thrust which fills the depths of me, me whole body moves to his
rhythm, embracing the warmth of his skin, of his flesh within me.  Each and
every moment growing more unbelievably pleasurable, I feel meself spiraling up
to some inexplicable heavenly sensation.

Feeling
a delicious build-up, me body becomes only me sensations as I throw me head
back, unable to maintain me hold upon his eye contact.  Donovan lets his face
fall into me, I feel his breath hot upon me as he nuzzles the curve of me neck,
kissing the dew that be materializing upon me skin.

Within,
I sense a vague and faraway quickening.  As though somehow linked to me breath,
it rises just as me each breath becomes more rapid.  It be gaining beautiful
momentum.  Me insides commence to quivering and quickening.  Pushing me higher,
higher into the air, adrift from reality.  I be losing meself, yet
simultaneously found, truly alive fer the first in this glorious ethereal place
which always I have sought out, yet never knew . . .

On and
on as this it goes, cradling me in ultimate bliss, beyond the measure of time. 
Time it does not exist in this place.  Our bodies blend blessedly together,
lost I be in him.  The only place I ever wish to be, this place I have yearned
fer so long now . . .

Me
dreams continued, but the fantasy became astonishingly beyond lifelike as
though I actually felt his body moving against me, within me.  Even as me body
quivered with those gently rolling orgásams in me sleep, something seemed off. 
The bliss be interrupted by an unwelcome restlessness creeping into me soul.

Then me
dreams did take a definitive unsettling shift.  Suddenly Donovan not be the one
making love to me.  Instead ‘twas a man unbeknownst to me who be moving himself
inside of me— though not gently, but rather forcefully.  At that moment, and
quite against me will, I felt me body being impulsively overcome with yet another
orgásam.
 Refusing assent of it, I fought against it desperately, still
reaching fer the place from which I had been ripped— fer Donovan— alas to no
avail. 

Heedless
to me wishes, the fierceness of it quaked through me body violently, as though fully
intending to crumble me apart.  It took me to quite a divergent place than the
heavens I had been floating upon.  Thought to where I did not know, but the
darkness of this place I could sense, me soul now shuddering violently in
fear. 

I
compelled meself awaken, muddled and repulsed by it.

A
lone.

Something
. . .  everything, seems strange somehow.
 

There be
an extraordinary pull compelling me body.  It does not feel right. 

I do
not understand . . . I cannot remember anything, though I distinguish that
there be something of substantial significance I should remember . . .

Before
even prying open me eyes, I discern I cannot be in me own bed.  Beneath me, I
perceive the coolness of smooth satin sheets, foreign and unwelcome against me
acutely sensitive skin.  ‘Tis then I realised I be completely nude.  Not
knowing why, suddenly I feel vulnerable, so ashamed.

What’s
this?  Certain I be that I retired to bed with me nightdress on . . . 
 

Suddenly
I felt completely disoriented, me head swaying. 

I do
not feel right
. . . 
What hour it be?  What day this be?

I
blinked me eyes open and rather than the sleek white French inspired bed in me
bedchamber at Deirdre’s home, I be looking up at a massive, dark wooden bed
towering above me with its carved bedposts and crown.  I shake me head and
blink me eyes rapidly, and still it be all about me.  

I be in
it!
 

Panic
gripped me as I speculated that which could be transpiring. 

Why I
not be in me own bed?
 

Clinging
to me body the luxurious crimson satin bed linens, me upper half sprang up.  Me
eyes darting about, I discovered meself to be in a great chamber, the walls of
obviously ancient stone. 

Light
poured in through the small opening of a window, signaling the arrival of a new
day.  Rising to an impressive height, the walls met the heavy wooden vaulted
ceiling where a considerable candelabrum of black iron suspended at the centre
from a heavy chain. 

It be
unlike anything ever I had seen before.  It reminded me of many of the ruins I
had stumbled upon while playing as a child, yet instead, it be in pristine
condition. 

This
NOT be any room in Deirdre’s house!
 

I don’t
understand!  I don’t understand any of this.

I
blinked repeatedly, anxious to wake meself from this peculiar dream. 

The
heavy door opened then and into the room strode a towering and rather handsome,
yet formidable looking man.  His eyes beheld a most unnerving expression.  The unnatural
shade of blue eyes light as that of ice stared from behind his otherworldly
skin, so pale it glowed as if in the moonlight.  The sharply angled facial
structure be framed by the sleek, flaxen hair sweeping past his broad
shoulders.  A deep red glow of light surrounded him. 

In a
billowy shirt of white linen he be clad, tied loosely to reveal his muscular
physique and black trousers.

Displaying
a clear lack of discretion, he continued to walk toward me.  Me eyes flared
with dread as I gripped the sheets higher about me, feeling ever more
vulnerable as nearer and nearer to me he drew.  And as he did, I sensed a
rather faint humming in the space about me. 

Then
all too soon he be standing right next to the bed where I still sat, naked and
scared.  The peculiar humming infiltrates me.  Afraid I be to make eye contact
with him.

“Ah, Aislinn. 
You have awakened!” he pronounced with enthusiastic reception, as though this
not be a strange situation in the least.  His voice ‘twas low and smooth, and
under different circumstances I do believe I would have found it rather
appealing.  However, as I looked up into a pair of eyes which have been long
frozen, I found there be not a sign of lingering warmth in them.  Although
quite warm I actually be, I feel chills rush up me spine.

Perceiving
me trepidation, he reached out and stroked his finger down me cheek.  Hot
against me skin it be— even hotter than meself.  The buzzing vibrated through
me strongly, bringing with it a sense of disorientation. 

“Shh. 
All is well, my child, you are safe now,” he murmured.  “I trust you slumbered
restfully?”

Safe
now?  Be I not safe formerly, in me own bed?

“Um, I
. . . er, not entirely,” I stuttered confused, feeling meself unwillingly
pulled into his trance.  Determined to keep me head, I fought against it. 
“Tell me why I be here, and what be this place?” I queried, the panic rising in
me throat.

“You
must remain calm, Aislinn,” he says, his voice velvety, as he stroked me hair
with his long fingers, causing me head to tingle with the buzzing sensation. 
His hand ‘twas very warm, abnormally hot actually, his touch heating me hair as
would the sun.  Nevertheless, I stiffened under his touch.

How
does he know me name?  And who be he?  Why does he touch me?

“Calm?”
I repeated, me voice becoming heated, as I tried to shake his hand from me. 
“You tell me to remain calm when I have awoken in a strange bed in a strange
place and you will not tell me what be occurring . . .  who
you
be?”  I
stared at him anxiously, waiting fer the rational explanation that could not be
possible. 

He
merely continued staring at me tolerantly as though I merely be an errant
child, amusement clear upon his face, and went on stroking me hair.  I became
quite irritated with his cool silence.

Instead
of responding to me demands, he uttered, “Your hair is absolutely breathtaking,
my beloved,” rhythmically stroking the length of it down me naked back to where
it skimmed along me hips.  The buzzing sensation grew stronger, really
beginning to aggravate me.  I clutched the linens to me tighter yet.