Chapter 37 Eredine
EREDINE
Iwoke an hour before the alarm was set to go off and blinked sleepily, the vision before me clearing.
Arran lay beside me on his stomach, one arm stuffed under the pillow, the other over the top of it.
Not for the first time, I noticed his long lashes, but you almost couldn’t see them because they were so fair.
His features were soft in sleep, his mouth looking fuller, more tempting.
My gaze stroked his angular jawline and down to the hard muscle of his biceps.
His arm from the elbow was hidden by the pillow beneath his head.
Need pulsed between my legs. Not just lust or desire, but pure need.
Noting that I felt no pain in my arm this morning, I smiled.
Despite Arran’s promise that we’d have sex the day after we’d finally confessed our love to each other, we hadn’t.
It was day four after the attack, and because I woke every morning needing a painkiller, he’d evaded my attempts to seduce him for fear of hurting me.
But I was free of pain this morning.
I’d given another witness statement to the police, and Arran had given his. They had charged Maranda Peters with attempted murder upon her own confession, and she was undergoing a psychological evaluation. Whatever happened, I was quietly confident she wouldn’t be bothering us again.
With her incarceration, the creepy gifts had stopped, and it really felt like the dark clouds over our heads had drifted away. Relief made me buoyant.
And my hot, sexy, kind, protective boyfriend made me feel several levels of turned on.
Biting my lip to stop my wicked smile, I sat up to remove my nightie, trying not to overdo it with my arm because it still stung when I stretched it too much.
Once my nightie was off, I moved closer and caressed Arran’s side.
He was lying on his front, which made it difficult to slip my hand down his boxer briefs, but I was determined.
Arran groaned in his sleep, and my skin heated as he instinctively turned his hips toward me, giving me better access.
Fondling him, I felt him grow hot and hard in my grasp and brushed a kiss across his sleepy mouth. When I pulled back, his eyes were at half-mast with sleep and arousal.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice hoarse and grumbly.
My hand squeezed him as my belly flipped in reaction.
“What does it feel like?” I murmured and kissed him again. “No pain this morning.”
And just like that, Arran was fully awake.
I laughed as he lunged and suddenly found myself flat on my back.
He moved over me, straddling me, his hands braced at either side of my head. His heat engulfed me as he stared into my eyes and smoothed his hand up my naked thigh.
My inner muscles tightened. “I love you, Arran.”
His expression darkened. “I’ll never tire of hearing it. I love you so fucking much, woman.”
I grinned at his guttural words, happiness flooding me. And then more than happiness took over as Arran slid his thumb between my legs, watching me with all the love and desire in the world. My breath caught as he circled my clit, tingles moving through me as I lifted my hips.
He stopped teasing and slid three thick fingers into me and grunted, his eyes flaring when he felt how wet I was.
My inner muscles clamped around him in desperate need.
“Ery, fuck.” His hips undulated a little, mimicking his fingers.
“You are spectacular.” He thrust his fingers faster in and out, and my toes curled into the bedding.
“Arran—oh!” He caught my clit with his thumb again, sparks of pleasure shooting through me. “Don’t stop.”
But he did, his eyes filled with a fierce desire that made me breathless with anticipation. I felt overwhelmed by the size of his body, and I loved it.
Arran bent his head to mine, and that masculine, spicy scent rushed over me, sending a new set of tingles straight to my nipples.
My mouth begged for his kiss, and his lips touched mine. His tongue pushed between my lips, and we danced in a dirty, deep, wet kiss. My hips pulsed toward him at the feel of his hard cock rubbing against my belly.
And then he was gone, taking his mouth from me. His fingers trailed teasingly down the soft skin of my inner arm, under my arms, and down the sides of my breasts as he stopped to stare at them. I loved how Arran adored every inch of me.
A tugging ripple low in my belly caused a rush of wet at the heat of his mouth wrapped around my left nipple. Arran licked and sucked.
Hard.
He hadn’t shaved in a few days, and the scruff scratched my skin in the most delicious way as my body writhed, bucking off the bed.
Forgetting my wound, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, stroking his hot, smooth skin.
My fingers curled tightly into his hair as he tormented my nipples until they were swollen, almost painful, buds.
He brought me to the edge of orgasm again and then stopped, kissing them sweetly before returning to suck on them.
“Arran,” I groaned, tugging on his hair.
He ignored me and focused on kissing his way down my body, moving down my stomach, his tongue licking my belly button before moving south. My stomach clenched, and my legs parted in invitation. I heard his groan of satisfaction seconds before his tongue touched my clit.
Need slammed through me, and my hips pushed into his mouth. He gripped them, pressing my pelvis back to the mattress, and then the torture truly began.
As his scruff scratched and tickled my thighs, he suckled my clit, pulling on it hard, just what he’d done with my breasts. He tortured me. He studied my body, my reactions, and just when I was about to come, he’d lift his head and tell me he loved me.
And I couldn’t even be mad about it.
“Arran,” I begged.
His grip on my hips became almost bruising.
And then his tongue was back, this time licking inside me. I shuddered, but it still wasn’t enough. Hearing my whimpers, he returned to my clit and thrust two fingers inside me.
“Arran!” I jerked against him. “Yes, yes! Don’t stop!”
But abruptly, he was gone. I cried out in indignation, wondering where he thought he was disappearing to.
My body relaxed when I saw he was pulling a condom out of his bedside table.
I’d never seen Arran so hard and throbbing.
Still, he took his time with it, stroking his cock as he put on the condom, his hot eyes dragging over every inch of my body.
“Arran, please.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw, and he nodded. But before he moved, he said, “Sometimes I can’t believe you want to be here with me. You’re something out of a dream.”
Emotions overwhelmed me even as my body throbbed impatiently. “Arran.”
And then he was over me again. His lips brushed mine, softly, sweetly, surprising me. He he pushed up onto one hand and curled his other around my thigh, opening me, and thrust inside.
Hard.
I gasped his name in utter pleasure. Our eyes held as my breath scattered and as he moved inside me, thick, hot, deep, so deep. Every time he pulled out, tingles exploded down my lower spine. I whimpered, and his grip on my thigh tightened.
He let go only to lift my legs so my hips and ass came up off the bed. His large hands held the backs of my thighs, keeping me at this angle as he got up on his knees. And then he powered hard into me.
It was our favorite position because Arran always hit my G-spot like this.
Incredible pleasure seized my whole body.
I was acutely sensitive to the heat flushing through me, the slickening of my skin, the feel of Arran’s hard muscle beneath my hands, and of him pounding into me, hitting that perfect spot.
I wasn’t cognizant of anything. I knew I was saying words, but they were incoherent. I heard his grunts; I heard my whimpers. I smelled his cologne and sweat mingling with mine. The bliss built and built inside.
And then I shattered, an exquisite release undulating through me. “I love you!” I cried, my eyes fluttering as it rushed through my entire body. My inner muscles clamped around Arran, the sensation so sexy, I never wanted it to end. It felt like it would never end.
Expletives fell from Arran’s lips as his hips slammed hard against mine. Stilled. And then they jerked as he throbbed inside me with his release. “I love you!” he cried out in return and then fell over my body, his face buried in my neck as he shuddered long and hard.
Our chests rose and fell against each other as we tried to catch our breaths.
Love consumed me as I curled my fingers in his hair and whispered his name.
Arran lifted his head, and we gazed at each other, recognizing the miracle of this, before our lips drew together.
I kissed him, sweet and deep. He kissed me back, and I rolled until I was on top of him.
His hands caressed my back, my hair, my ass as we kissed, and I writhed against him, needing more, wanting him hard again, ready.
I didn’t have to wait long, and this time I explored him, feeling possessive, almost like I had ownership over his body.
I rode him slow, the desperation of our need eased by the explosive wake-up sex.
Dragging my nails down Arran’s hard stomach, I moved up and down on him, and I felt my power as he gripped my hips and devoured the sight of me on top of him.
“Fuck, fuck.” He squeezed me harder. “I fucking love you so much.”
I would never get sick of hearing it.
In fact, whatever he saw in my face made Arran climax first, and as his hips bucked beneath mine, his features tight with pleasure, I came just from the sight of him losing himself in me.