“Shh,” he told her, his lips brushing over her forehead. “Let me give ye what ye need.”
She didn’t know what she needed, but Arran thought he knew.
When the pressure started to build, Ainslee found herself restless against his touch, urging him on faster with her body movements.
“Easy, lass,” he said, his lips near her ear. “I got ye.”
“Arran!” she cried out as her body exploded, heat infusing her veins and causing her to shake under the intensity. She saw colors behind her eyelids, her body going numb to the touch, and Ainslee idly wondered if this was what it felt like to fly. The weightlessness in her body wasn’t unpleasant. She wanted to remain like this forever.
After a few moments, Ainslee cracked open one eye, curious to know what Arran was doing. Arran was lying beside her, his head propped up on his hand and a grin on his face.
A knowing grin that told Ainslee he knew exactly what he had done to her. “Well?”
She found her tongue. “Is that all?”
He chuckled, running a finger down the side of her face. “Nay, lass.” Ainslee arched toward her husband’s touch and he growled, pushing his breeks down over his hips and baring himself to her. This time she did not blush but reached out to stroke the hard length of him.
She was rewarded with a groan from her strong husband. “Lass,” he panted as she wrapped her hand around him, touching him lightly. “Where did ye learn tae touch like that?”
“I havenae learned anything,” she replied. What a beautiful man he was, even with his scars as a warrior. She could touch him all night and never get enough.
He stilled her hand, his heated gaze nearly searing her in two. “I need ye now.”
She needed him too. “Take me then,” she said boldly as he removed her hand from his member. “Take me, Husband.”
Something akin to tenderness flashed in Arran’s eyes before he bent down, brushing his lips over hers lightly. “I dinnae want tae hurt ye,” he said as he towered over her. “But there will be pain.”
Ainslee flushed, sliding her hands up his strong, brawny arms. “I know. ’Tis alright, Arran.”
He grimaced as he pushed into her, and Ainslee felt the briefest twinge of pain before her husband claimed her fully.
“Och lass,” he whispered, his body straining. “Ye unman me.”
Ainslee wanted more. “Please,” she begged, clutching at his shoulders.
Arran pressed his lips to hers and started to move, bringing Ainslee to the brink of pleasure once more. Her body shuddered as she broke their kiss and called out his name, clinging to his body as he moved inside her.
“That’s it,” Arran growled, grasping her hips. “Give yerself tae me.”
Never in her life had Ainslee felt like this. She wanted him to never let go, to never be without this pleasure in her life.
All because of her husband.
He murmured her name before his grip tightened, and he gave a hoarse shout, his entire body stiffening. His face was illuminated by the fire in the fireplace, and Ainslee felt her heart crack open as she watched him find his own pleasure.
It was a sight she would lock away in her heart for the rest of her days. This was her husband. Perhaps this was her happiness as well.
That is, if they could survive the wrath of her brother.
13
Arran collapsed next to Ainslee, feeling a sense of peace for the first time in a long while. He had not planned to have this happen so quickly between the two of them, but hearing her nightmare, that she was willing to give her life for his, something inside splintered.
This was his wife, and she was far stronger than he had given her credit for.
He felt Ainslee start to rise, and his arm snaked out, pulling her against him. “Nay,” he told her, his breathing returning to normal. “Dinnae leave, lass.”
“But,” she sputtered as she pulled at his arm, “we are, I mean...”
