Chapter 16
Audrey
Hanging upside down over Arran’s shoulder as he rushes down the spiral steps with a sure-footedness I cannot believe is possible, was not the way I was expecting to get down again.
I’m not complaining though. One thing I am absolutely certain of is that Arran won’t drop me or hurt me, not unless I explicitly asked him to.
Besides, braving the turret’s extremely tall staircase on shaky legs is not my idea of fun. Being carried down is a much better alternative.
Who knew I’d be into the whole damsel-in-distress thing? Or maybe it’s just an Arran effect because he’s so unbelievably masculine?
Whatever it is, though, I’m not going to ponder it for too long and simply let myself enjoy the ride.
Tonight there have been a lot of soul-bearing confessions, we’ve shown vulnerabilities and connected on a much deeper level. I’m starting to get in my head a little and overthink things, but it’s nothing a good fuck can’t fix. That’s sure to balance things out.
When we’re finally at the bottom and on flat ground again, Arran doesn’t pause. He strides directly down the long hallway, a door banging open as he barges inside, then deposits me onto a huge bed.
This must be Arran’s room.
I look around me to take in the royal masculine vibes, from the high four-poster bed and the dark velvet curtains tied back neatly to each post, to the same fabric decorating the windows.
There’s a big wooden desk in the corner and leather tomes stacked atop it, an armoire, fireplace, and an unlit candle chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling.
I’m so enamored with the charm of the room that it takes me a minute to notice Arran perched on a leather armchair, meticulously removing his boots and socks as he stares at me with so much hunger I can feel it echoed in my core.
Wordlessly, I strip my shirt off too, my pants and underwear following in their wake.
Arran’s gaze stays locked on mine as he loosens the laces of his shirt and pulls the fabric over his head and places it on the back of the chair.
My mouth goes dry.
He’s impeccably built.
How have we explored each other’s bodies and yet, not until now have my eyes had the pleasure of perusing his sculpted chest, the smattering of freckles across his shoulders, his bulging biceps, and the happy trail disappearing underneath his kilt?
“Your mouth’s gaping open,” Arran drawls, reaching for his belt.
“Do you blame me?” I ask, lowering myself back onto my elbows.
“Not when I look at you the exact same way,” Arran says, his gaze never straying from mine as he removes his kilt and places it on the chair too.
My eyes instantly shoot down to his cock. His very hard, very impressive cock with its magic cross piercing bisecting the crown.
Not that I could forget how magnificent Arran’s cock was, but seeing it again has my pussy dripping, a sight I make him all too aware of as I step my legs apart, putting myself on full display for him.
Arran takes a deep breath in as if scenting the effect he has on me, then he’s across the room and onto the bed. Grabbing me by the hips, Arran pulls me toward him then leans down to lick up from my belly button, swirling his tongue around my nipple before clamping his teeth lightly on it.
“Yes.” A shudder works its way down my spine and I instinctively lift my hips.
“Are you ready?” Arran asks, rubbing his cock between my pussy lips, coating himself in my arousal.
“I’ve been ready for a long time,” I chirp back, somewhat breathlessly.
My words cut off as Arran sheaths himself inside me in a single thrust, my slick pussy welcoming him home.
He’s big, but I’m no amateur.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, darling,” Arran groans as he holds still while I adjust to his size, his jaw locked, breaths shallow like he’s fighting himself for control.
At the first sign that my body is relaxing, Arran pulls back before thrusting into me again. He fucks me with long, hard strokes, driving his hips up at the perfect angle that has his cross hitting that sensitive spot inside of me.
“Yes, Arran. Just like that,” I say, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts.
Arran keeps up the steady pace and it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before my pussy starts to tighten around him. Then, I’m clawing at his back, my nails dragging across his skin as my body convulses and I come with a long moan.
“So fucking beautiful,” Arran praises as he guides me through my climax.
The euphoric feeling of my first ever orgasm from penetration alone has a smile pulling on the corners of my mouth. I’ve heard that it is possible, but I usually need clit action too. This opened up a whole new world of possibilities and I’m super keen to explore them all. With Arran.
Wanting to return the favor, I push at Arran’s shoulder. “On your back. My turn to ride you.”
Arran shakes his head, pure arrogance bleeding from him. “Did you think that was all you’re getting? You’ve not screamed my name yet.”
“But—”
I’m flipped onto my stomach, my hips pulled back before Arran drives into me again. This time, he pounds into me with a relentless rhythm that has me gasping and grabbing at the sheets.
A part of me knew Arran would be good at fucking, that he would know how to use that amazing cock of his, but I was not prepared for exactly how well he could pull pleasure from my body.
My second orgasm barrels into me and then I’m screaming.
When my arms give out, Arran is there to catch me, flipping me onto my back again.
“Hold your ankles,” Arran says as he pushes my legs back, my knees next to my ears as I hold myself open.
Sitting back on his heels, Arran stares down at my pussy spread wide for him, the proud cock between his thick thighs glistening with the evidence of my orgasms.
“Whose cunt is this?” Arran asks, dragging a finger through my pussy and slowly circling my clit.
“Mine. But you can play with it,” I answer, even though I know it’s not what he wants to hear.
Arran’s hand stills while the other comes to rest loosely around my neck.
Perhaps I should be intimidated by the possessive hold, but my traitorous pussy has never been this turned on in her life before. To my dismay, she pulses in response and Arran feels it.
Ever so slowly, he pushes two fingers inside of me and rests the palm of his hand against my clit while my heart races faster and faster.
“You’re mine right now, Audrey, which means this cunt belongs to me. Mine to lick, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever I want with. Isn’t that right?” Arran asks, the words unhurried, dominant, and so fucking hot.
“I—”
He squeezes lightly around my throat while grinding his palm against my clit. I don’t even know what I was going to protest for, but it all seems silly now. There’s no other option but to agree to anything he asks, to give myself fully to Arran.
“Yes,” I breathe, arching into his touch.
“Yes, what?”
“My pussy is yours. I’m yours,” I say, surrendering, submitting myself to the gorgeous vampire.
“Mine,” Arran growls before swiftly replacing his fingers with his cock, pulling an obscene moan from the depths of my chest as he thrusts into me hard and fast.
Arran keeps fucking me at a brutal pace, my body lighting up like a Christmas tree for him as he makes me feel things I swear I’ve never felt before.
Soon, I’m chanting his name.
“Arran, yes. Arran, please. Arran, more.”
When my next orgasm hits, Arran follows me over the edge and into oblivion, my name on his lips as his hips stutter and he spills into me, over and over again.
Breathing hard, Arran falls down next to me and pulls me into his arms.
“Audrey… you’re… amazing…”
“Right back at you, stud,” I reply with a tap to his chest, needing that tiny wall between us that the familiar nickname brings.
Everything that happened tonight was more than my heart could wish for, and if I don’t put a little distance between us again, then I’m going to be in trouble.
The danger of falling in love with Arran is becoming real, but mostly the danger of having my heart broken when it’s time to say goodbye is the part that truly scares me.
Though, as the first streaks of golden sunlight creep into the room, Arran pulls the dark drapes around the bed and, despite what my brain is telling me, I don’t leave.
Instead, I fall asleep in Arran’s bed, in his arms, more content than I’ve ever been.