Skye lowered her chin and looked up at him through her eyelashes. She knew he had been desperate to touch her again. And she was just as eager to feel him.
“Ye mean to… here? Now?”
Arran answered by pulling her into his arms and lowering his mouth to hers.
His kiss began tender, but soon his lips pressed hard against hers, and any thoughts of clans and councils flew out her head. Her mind filled with the peace and excitement that he often stirred inside her.
He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his back and cupping her buttocks in his hands.
As they kissed, Skye allowed her hands to rove over his strong, chiseled body. His back was lean and firm, and his muscles rippled beneath her fingers. She trailed her fingers up his neck and wound them into the back of his hair. She tugged once, remembering that night in her bedchamber. How she had gripped his hair and pressed his face into her sex as he worked his magic on her, making her body sing with pleasure. Warm wetness pooled in her core, heralding her desire.
He slowly began to walk her over to the chaise that sat opposite the window. He pushed her down gently and began to undress her slowly, watching each piece of clothing fall away intently, as if savoring every part of her. The desire in his eyes stirred hers.
Now that she was naked from head to toe, Skye set about removing his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his strong chest and ridged abdomen. Then her fingers worked deftly to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his kilt.
His body shook when his manhood was revealed. He took his boots and socks off, and finally, they were both bare.
Skye feasted her eyes on his broad muscular chest and ran her hands and up his neck, feeling the throbbing veins as she pulled him in for another kiss. Then she trailed her lips down his neck, nibbling and sucking gently.
But Arran was hungry. He pulled away, and his lips traced a path across her collarbones, down to her breasts, and finally they closed around her nipple and sucked gently. She gasped and arched into him, digging her fingers into his shoulders. He took his time, savoring the taste of her.
His hand ventured lower and delved into her folds. Expertly, his fingers stroked her sex until the small nub of her desire hardened. He circled the tip of his finger over it again and again, causing her to arch her back and moan loudly. At the same time, he continued sucking on her nipples and kneading her breasts, until a cry tore out of her lips.
Her release surprised her with its intensity, washing over her entire being and leaving her in a state of total euphoria. As she lay there, spent, he kissed her lips, her cheeks, and her breasts.
Skye had barely caught her breath when his mouth moved lower down her belly and then between her legs.
“Arran, what… What are ye doing?” she gasped.
“Hush,” he breathed, and she found herself leaning over him.
Even now, the intimacy of his touch stunned her, but his tongue worked a spell on her nether region that rendered her speechless. He licked up her slit, and when he found the already swollen and stimulated nub, she threw her head back and let out a cry.
“Arran…” she moaned as the motions of his tongue grew firmer and faster, until he finally slid one finger inside her.
Her body melted under his touch, and she closed her eyes as he worked both pleasure centers. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, until finally her hips bucked off the chaise, her eyes dark with pleasure.
Arran rose up and lay over her. She felt his rock-hard manhood press against her stomach. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her lips.
“Was that nice?”
“Uh-huh,” was all she could muster, but her smile told him everything he needed to know. She was lost in a torturous limbo of need and passion.
He reached down and slid his fingers inside her again, gently stroking her.
“Arran, take me, please,” she begged, wanting to feel him wholly.
He smiled and guided the tip of his member to her entrance. He rubbed softly at first, coating himself in her wetness, and her walls clenched, yearning for him.
Finally, Arran thrust inside her. The feel of her tight sheath around his swollen member ignited something inside him. His face contorted as he fought for self-control.
Skye could not be still, thrusting her hips up and down, slow at first but then faster and faster. Arran matched each thrust again and again, and finally, with a cry, they climaxed together.
Skye wasn’t able to move, and Arran made no effort to do so. He lay over her, but he was careful to keep his weight off her.
A full minute passed before Skye whispered, “I love ye, Arran.”
She felt him smile against her shoulder, and he finally moved up to lay beside her and look into her eyes.
