I hold Audrey tight when her climax washes over, a moan wrenched from her throat as wave after wave of ecstasy passes through her body.
Before she fully has her wits about her again, I help Audrey off the crenel.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I whisper into her ear before throwing her over my shoulder and head down the spiral staircase, straight for my room.
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.
