The Highlander's Lass; Arran's Story

Chapter 8 Maisie

The moment Arran pressed his lips to mine, my whole world exploded into blinding light. I knew when he touched his lips to mine, I was his and only his. I could not deny my feelings any longer. My hands went to his shoulders, to keep my body upright. For I felt as if I would faint if I did not hold onto him. His arms were around me, holding my body against his. I could feel my back pressed against the cold stone of the castle, which felt good against my already heated skin. His lips were soft and yet firm at the same time, taking every inch of my lips and my soul along with them. He kissed me like a starving man seeing food for the first time in weeks. We moved our lips in sync as my hands went from his shoulders to around his neck, trying desperately to pull him closer to me. He broke our kiss, my head falling back against the stone as he kissed down my neck, suckling the spot just below my jaw. I moaned, my body only growing hotter from his kisses. I wanted more from this man, I need more from this man. I felt one of his hands move to the hem of my dress, pulling my dress up. I pulled his lips back to mine, as his hand came to rest on the exposed skin above my stocking. He gently caressed my inner thigh with his hand. I moaned into his mouth, while wetness pooled between my legs. I knew that I desired this man. I desired him above all other men. How was that even possible? We had only met yesterday. Yet I felt like I had known him my entire life. As we had grown up together. I wanted his hand to move. Move to the fire that was burning between my legs. A fire he had lit from his touch. A fire that only his hands could extinguish.

"Arran... Please," I whimpered, my voice weak and hoarse. My hands ran through his hair as he moved to my neck once again. I felt his smile against my neck. He moved to meet my gaze, his eyes were dark with lust. My chest was heaving thinking about what he would do now. Where he would move his hand. I wanted him to move his hand.

"I have thought about doing this to ye. Since the moment I first saw ye Maisie. I want ye Maisie, all of ye," he whispered huskily. I leaned my head back against the stone. Arran pressed his forehead against mine. Our eyes never leave one another. His bright blue eyes almost glowed in the torchlight.

"Then take me Arran, ye can have all of me. I want ye to have all of me. Take me," I whispered. He moved his hand to cup my woman's core. I moaned, my eyes automatically shutting. The pleasure he was giving me caused my whole body to shake. He stroked my nub with his thumb. Moving his thumb in small circles. Causing me to let out small breathless noises. Noises I did not recognize, did not think possible to come out of me.

"You sound so beautiful Maisie, your body is so beautiful like this. I wonder what it would be like when you are naked underneath me. Writhing in pleasure in my bed, When I am buried deep inside of ye," he whispered into my ear, gently nipping at my earlobe. I opened my eyes and stared at him. My eyes half lidded with lust. His words were sinful, but I wanted nothing more than for them to be true. I wanted to be in his bed, naked. I wanted him to take me, to make me his in all things. And then never let me go.

"Take your pleasure from me, only me Maisie. I will show ye what it means to pleasure a woman the way they deserve. What it means to love a woman the way God meant it," he whispered hoarsly. Moving his lips closer to my exposed breasts. Gently biting down on the exposed sking, causing me to moan his name over and over again. He began to move his hand faster, something was building deep inside my core. His thumb circled my nub over and over again. He then flicked it once and that was the moment my body shattered. I cried out his name, he caught my cries with his lips. Kissing me with so much passion, I really did think I would faint. He rode out the pleasure I had until my body went limp. He caught me with one of his arms, while he removed his other hand from under my gown. He pulled away breathless, his forehead resting against mine again. I could see how he felt for me in his eyes. We stayed like that for a few moments, our breathing hard. My body is still recovering from what had just transpired between us. He reached out to grab a tendril of hair that fell out of place, placing it behind my ears. I had never felt like this before. No man had touched me like that. I did not even dare to touch myself like that. It was considered sinful, and now I know why. For I wanted him to do it again.