Chapter 31 #2
Then, she felt the slight pressure of his fingertips coming to rest at the entrance to her sex.
“Yes!” she gasped her consent, any other words abandoning her as he slowly eased two fingers inside her.
She arched at the intensity of the feeling, her mind imagining what it would feel like if that hard flesh was inside her instead, stoking that imagination into a thrilling swell of potent desire.
He slid his fingers in and out in a slow, stroking rhythm, touching upon nerves that fizzed and thrummed upward, joining the perpetual lightning bolt of the rest of her pleasure in a gathering storm of bliss.
It was not long before she felt her entire being rushing toward that point of absolute ecstasy, his tongue and touch working together to tip her over the edge into her climax.
When it came, it hit her harder than any that had come before. Her right hand desperately clawed at the wall while her left hand slid down to grasp Arran’s free hand, sliding her fingers between his as that powerful wave of bliss overwhelmed her.
She half-screamed his name as every muscle tightened and every vein coursed with a scorching current of ecstasy and every nerve danced a merry jig within her, her body in Arran’s complete control.
There was such immense power in knowing that he would only use that control for this, to make her feel as if she could fly, to make her entire being feel as much pleasure as it could.
All too soon, the intensity began to ebb, and as she sank back against the wall, Arran slowed his movements. He carefully withdrew his fingers, bringing another gasp to her lips, and ceased the potent curl of his tongue, turning his head to kiss her thigh instead.
He kissed his way back up to her mouth, where she met his lips with a smiling, satisfied kiss of her own.
“Daenae be sleepy,” he whispered, bending his head to brush his mouth against her neck. “I’m nae done with ye yet.”
“Sleepy? Not at all,” she replied with a chuckle that became a startled yelp as he hoisted her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed.
He lay her down with care, the heat of his bare skin like a furnace against hers.
Nudging her legs apart with his thighs, he rested on top of her for a moment, hands braced so that his strong arms bulged in a way that demanded to be touched.
Lightly, she traced her fingertips down the defined lines of those protective arms, admiring all the years of effort and strain that had gone into honing them.
She caressed the healed scars that marked his skin and raised herself slightly to kiss them.
“Are ye sure of this, love?” he said. “We can wait until the weddin’ if ye prefer?”
She smiled up at him, shaking her head. “I do not want to wait,” she told him. “After all, one never knows what might happen on a wedding day. I might be kidnapped by a handsome, somewhat mysterious, remarkable laird who would do anything to keep me safe.”
He laughed at that. “There’ll be nay more of that. Ye’re already where ye belong.” He settled against her, the pressure of his manhood making her breath catch, though he did not push inside her yet. “It might hurt, love. If ye’re in pain, tell me to stop.”
She gave a small nod, nervous and excited in equal measure. “I trust you.”
“Ye do?” he said, sounding surprised. After all, not long ago, she had said explicitly that she did not.
A wider smile curved her lips. “I would trust you with my life, my love, and I trust you with my heart.”
He kissed her then, slowly and sensually, taking his time to put her at ease. It worked, her body relaxing as she looped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him back in kind.
But soon enough, she was ready for more, ready to experience everything and anything that Arran could show her. He seemed to know it, listening to her body once more, as he took that moment to rock his hips forward.
Her fingernails dug into his back as he eased into her for the first time, slow and careful, inch by intimidating inch. She tried to breathe but couldn’t; a gasp lodged in her throat, as overwhelming pleasure and a slight bristle of pain dizzied her thoughts.
“Do ye want me to stop?” Arran asked, his voice thick with his own desires.
She shook her head, for as he sank deeper into the depths of her and stilled there, the initial sting of pain began to subside, slicked over with the soothing tonic of so much pleasure. “No,” she said with a smile. “No, never.”
He kissed her in that slow and wonderful way, not moving, allowing her to adjust to this new feeling of being so utterly filled, joined to him in heart, body, and soul.
Bound to him in a manner that made her feel like she had won the greatest prize in the universe, rather than shackles of fear and control.
This was a true man, someone who could sink to his knees in front of her and not feel like it made him weak, someone who concentrated on her pleasure instead of seeking his own, someone who loved without shame or inhibition.
“Make love to me,” she urged, her hands sliding down his rippling back.
To prove that she was unharmed and longed to continue, she moved her hips downward, her breath catching at the slick friction.
His breath faltered too, his teeth grazing across his lower lip as if he could barely contain his need for her.
And when his mouth caught hers again in a fierce kiss, he pulled back, withdrawing to the tip, before sinking back into her once more.
Heeding her wishes, he made love to her, his hips moving fluidly in slow, measured strokes that set the world spinning.
Victoria had never felt so much, all at once, her body writhing and bucking to the rhythm of her bliss, her breath becoming ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. It was everything she could have imagined and more, though she was rather annoyed that no one had gone into so much detail in the books she had kept hidden from her more public shelves.
If women knew it could be like this, I suppose there would be a rebellion.
She smiled at the thought and lifted her hips to meet Arran’s intense thrust, stirred up by the sound of his harsh breaths, for there was a thrill in knowing that he was experiencing so much pleasure too.
They moved as one, entwined and entangled, Victoria growing in confidence with each passing moment. She let her hands explore his hot skin, her fingernails lightly raking over that smooth flesh, pleased when a scratch or two elicited a gasp and a smirk from him.
With each measured stroke, he rolled his hips at the last moment, creating an electric friction against her secret bud that began to build toward another soaring climax.
A teasing caress that made her crave more…
and more… and more, until her hands settled on the pleasing muscle of his firm buttocks, urging him deeper, faster.
“Yes, my love,” she cried out as he quickened his pace, striking that bundle of nerves like a flint spark flying toward kindling.
She moved with him, meeting his every thrust, arching her back and digging her fingernails into his skin, needing to feel everything as intensely as possible. All the while, rushing faster and faster toward that delicious conclusion.
“Oh!” she cried out, her eyes squeezing shut as a great maelstrom of bliss caught her up in a spinning, surging, pulsing burst of pure euphoria. “Yes, my love! Oh… oh, yes!”
Her entire body trembled with it, her muscles seizing, her veins alight with lightning, her breath lodged in her throat as that feeling pummeled through her in the most extraordinary, glorious way.
Each thrust of Arran’s hips only deepened it, making it last, making it all the more potent, wondering for a moment if it could last forever.
Just as it was beginning to recede, releasing her into a new world of satisfaction and relaxation, Arran plunged into her with a tantalizing abandon…
until, with a growl of pleasure, she felt him throb, deep inside her.
A feeling that set off a fresh burst of sparks within her, her legs instinctively locked around his waist to keep him there, wanting him as close as possible.
He thrust twice more, slowly, before he stilled inside her.
“Och, love,” he murmured as he collapsed onto her, his arms sliding around her to hold her tightly.
She embraced him in return, nuzzling into his neck, kissing the sensitive spot just beneath his ear. “If you had done that in the gardens,” she whispered playfully, “I would never have dreamed of setting foot outside the keep grounds.”
He laughed against her shoulder and pulled back. “Are ye teasing a man at a time like this?”
“A little,” she replied, grinning.
“Ye’re a troublesome woman, Victoria,” he said, amusement in his green eyes, “but I’ll be damned if I daenae love ye.”
“I love you too,” she told him, breathless. “And I cannot wait to be your wife.”
He dipped his head to kiss her. “Then, let’s nae wait.” He kissed her again. “We can marry as soon as ye please.”
“Tomorrow?” she joked.
“Aye, if that’s yer wish,” he replied, smiling against her mouth. “It still wouldnae be soon enough.”
She chuckled. “Maybe a little longer than that, so your mother has time to plan.”
“What a kind lass ye are.” He grinned, kissing her harder.
She held him close and kissed him in return, thanking the heavens for the day that he had stolen her away from a miserable life so that she could find her path to this: untold happiness, with a future ahead of her that was brighter than anything she could have ever hoped to imagine.
“I love you,” she whispered, knowing she would never tire of saying it.
“I love ye too,” he murmured in reply, and she knew she would never tire of hearing it, either.