Page 28 of An Arrow to the Heart

“I don’t want to wait anymore, I need you Ardál, now,” she said, voice so sultry, as she looked between them and the stables. Before he could so much as mutter a response she grabbed his hand, leading him into the stables. The well-built timber construction, weathered by time, couldn’t be more perfectly placed. Sylvie led him through the sturdy heavy wooden doors into the tack room and for the first time in well over a day, they were alone, with no eyes or ears on them.

Oh if she was game, so was he, he began kissing her like a man possessed, his hand wandering over every bit of bare skin he could find. Without another word from either of them, he threw her against the stack of hay bales, taking slow steps toward her. The pain in his knee didn’t even register over his lust and need for her at that moment.

Sylvie licked her lips as she said, “I like this side of you.”

“I like every side of you,” he practically growled as he closed the distance between them bringing his hand roughly to the side of her face as he pulled her in to kiss her passionately before roughly turning her so she was bent over the hay.

“Ardál”, she moaned as he hitched up her skirts and pulled down her undergarments. Fuck, he loved the sound of his name on her lips, especially when she moaned it like that. He softly caressed the soft skin of her backside before squeezing it so hard he left her pale skin reddened, in response she pushed her backside backwards into his groin, slowly grinding against his hard-on. Begging for him to fuck her.

He couldn’t hold back any longer so he unleashed his cock and he groaned as he with one hard thrust buried his cock deep within her.

Just as he’d promised her earlier.

She let out a moan, she was so wet for him, his cock slid in and out with ease.

“Fuck, you feel so perfect,” he said, his tone as rough as gravel. As he began to speed up, he brought a hand round the front of her, to the apex of her thighs and he let his fingers match the tempo of his hips. She let out a cry, his name spilling from her lips as her legs began to shake and her pussy contracted around the length of his cock, that was all he needed as he spilled himself deep inside her. At the same moment, as though the universe was in unison with them, rain erupted from the skies and the sound of the rain drowned out the sound of their heavy breathing.

Sylvie turned, her chest raising and falling heavily, drawing him in for a kiss, a fervent desperate kiss and he tasted blood as she bit his lip, “let’s get out of here, because I’m not finished with you,” she said.

They briskly walked along the shadowy corridor that was the country lane, puddles formed on the uneven path as the rain poured down on them without mercy. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rain. The cold seeped through his layers clinging to his bones but nothing could dim the fire that burned within him for the woman whose hand he clutched tightly.

They were both drenched to the core by the time they arrived to the familiar comfort of the cottage. Ardál’s heart pounded to a wild beat in his chest when he looked at her.

His heart swelled in her presence and his body began to tremble with anticipation as he watched as she began to strip off her sodden clothing. Insatiable desire ran through him as he too began to strip off until they both stood naked, their wet clothing discarded around them, just mutually drinking in the sight of each other.

Water dripped from her silvery hair, even in the dark it shone vibrantly like the moon in the night sky, innocent little drops of water slid down the side of her cheeks, dripping from her chin, only to be caught in the subtle skin of her breast. Her hardened rosy nipples, the same shade as her cold licked cheeks, just begging to be bitten. He felt her burning gaze upon him too, the prospect of her touch making his rock hard cock twitch and beg. He took a slow penetrative step forward, her body now a whisper away from brushing up against his. Her scent of verbena, gooseberry, and something else beneath it he couldn’t quite decipher, it was unique to her and it left him practically drooling.

He knew he’d never grow tired of the sight of her.

Ardál brought his thumb to her lips, gently caressing, teasing, and she closed her eyes as her lips parted in a soft gasp for him. Unable to deny her any longer he brought the rest of his hand up and pulled her lips to his. Their kiss was all tongue and teeth as his hard cock pushed into the softness of her stomach.

Heartbeat racing he followed her as she led in up the rickety stairs to her bedroom.

She dropped onto the bed, her legs spread in invitation and he wasted no time as he crawled up her body, kissing her sweetly as his cock nudged against her entrance. Sylvie's raspy moan set his blood on fire as he thrust deep into her.

A steady rain tapped against the windows as they lost themselves in each other and he spent the rest of the night worshipping her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

-Sylvie-

The rising morning sun unfurled its golden rays through the little circular oak framed window that sat centred above the bed. Sylvie opened it slightly and basked in the chill of the morning air, she had always loved the smell of the morning after a night of rain. She crept back under the warmth of the blankets wrapping herself around Ardál, her chin resting on her hands atop his broad shoulders. She studied his face silently, she hadn’t noticed just how many freckles he had before, the light from the sun dancing on each one. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting at first, those beautiful whiskey-coloured eyes looking at her, a cheeky grin appearing as he tugged her closer and he asked her, his tone deep and lustful, throwing her own words back at him, “like what you see?”

“What’s this scar from?” she asked, her finger tracing the fine white line that ran from his bottom lip into his beard. She’d always been drawn to it, unable to keep her eyes from it.

“Got too close to a mountain cat,” he said, his face now above hers as he supported his head in his hand.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me, looks like it must have been painful.”

“It looks worse than it was, I had it coming.”

“Hmm,” she said as she began tracing her fingers over the hair on his chest, reaching a scar just below his ribs. “What about this one?” she asked and she could have sworn he flinched ever so slightly at the question so she softly added, “you don’t have to tell me.”

“No, ah… it’s fine, it’s…. It’s just something I haven’t really ever talked about,” he said as his gaze turned toward the beams above them, she remained silent, giving him the time he needed, she could see the pain now strained across his beautiful eyes.

He cleared his throat, before he said solemnly, “I ugh… I got it the day my family died.”

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” she said, burrowing her head into his chest and holding him tight. She wanted nothing more than to take his pain from him. She wondered if it meant that he’d once had a wife and children he loved dearly only to have lost them. It made her heart ache, though she knew she had no right to ask him for further clarity, so she did the only thing she could think of and silently comforted him.