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“You’re beautiful, Ayda,” Hùisdean whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Ayda preened happily. There was a lazy, relaxed smile on her face. Hùisdean swelled with pride that he’d provided a space for her to let go.
Hùisdean undid the buttons on her shirt, going slowly, this time to avoid ripping more of her clothing. He tugged it off of her and pulled down the cups of her bra, revealing Ayda’s chest to him. Ayda’s breath hitched as her hips shifted back and forth. Hùisdean was rock hard in his pants but was once again more desperate to see Ayda get off.
He squeezed her heavy breasts, groping them in his hands as Ayda arched her back and pressed into his grip.
“Hùisdean, do something,” Ayda insisted, and he chuckled.
“Always so impatient.” Hùisdean tutted. “I want to enjoy.”
Ayda opened her mouth to respond but cried out. Hùisdean pinched her nipple and sucked on it, soothing the sting. He teased and bit at her chest until Ayda was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his marks.
“Do you think you could come just from me playing with your tits, Ayda?” Hùisdean whispered against her overheated skin, biting the underside of her breast. “When I run my fingers over that sweet pussy, how wet are you going to be? Are you dripping again for me?”
“Fuck,” Ayda groaned. “You’re asking…a lot of…questions, and I haven’t come yet.” She panted in between heaving breaths. Hùisdean chuckled darkly, grabbing the waistband of her pants and helping tug them down to her knees.
Hùisdean kept devouring her chest, alternating between her breasts, while his hand went between her legs. Ayda jumped and sucked in a breath when he finally touched her clit, rubbing gentle circles around it that contradicted his wicked mouth.
“Mmmm,” Hùisdean growled, “one day, I think we’ll explore all the ways you can get off with me touching you.” Ayda moaned and started undulating her hips to meet Hùisdean’s fingers, pressing against him for more. He laughed darkly. “I love learning more about you, sweet one. Do you like hearing my plans for you?” He started trailing kisses up her jaw.
Ayda nodded rapidly, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Hùisdean whispered the words against her skin, watching in rapt fascination as she squirmed in his grasp. He increased the pressure on her clit, and Ayda moaned.
“And I have so many plans for you,” Hùisdean murmured, trying to keep his voice even while dangerously uncomfortable with how hard he’d gotten. “Be a good girl and soak my fingers, Ayda.”
Ayda’s body trembled as her release washed over her, her body looking like sin and salvation as her orgasm rocked her. When Ayda was finished, she collapsed back against the couch, trying to catch her breath.
Hùisdean palmed his stiff cock and tried to ignore the nearly painful sensation. A glance out the window proved it was nearing midmorning, and they needed to hit the road. Hùisdean stifled a groan. Ayda looked at the grandfather clock in the corner and must have come to the same conclusion, eyeing him with a raised brow.
“Are you sure…”
“Yes,” Hùisdean grunted, pinching his nose. “Just give me a minute. That was a detour I wasn’t planning on this morning. Pleasant? Yes. But a detour.”
Ayda giggled, shimmying back into her pants and buttoning her shirt. She leaned down to kiss Hùisdean.
“I’ll leave you alone for a minute.” She was failing to hold back her laughter as Hùisdean tried to think of anything but Ayda to calm down the arousal thrumming through his veins. Eventually, he was presentable, and he walked outside to where Ayda had already saddled their horses.
“To Stanydale?” she asked, her voice and expression looking brighter.
Hùisdean smiled. “To Stanydale.”
Chapter Nineteen
“How far is it to Stanydale?” Ayda leaned back in the saddle. Now that she’d spent time with Ásví in the forest, it didn’t feel as dark as before. There was still an undercurrent of the old dark magic, but it ceased to frighten her. She could see its remnants running through the trees' roots and in the soil.
It must be the magic of the old gods, Ayda mused to herself. Everything about the forest seemed both familiar and foreign.
“It’s a half-day ride,” Hùisdean answered. He looked over his shoulder at Ayda, flashing a megawatt smile. “Do you think I could get you to ride in front?” He waggled his eyebrows, and Ayda giggled. She felt freer around Hùisdean. It was not a sensation that she was used to around people. It was the kind of relaxed freedom she only felt when she was alone and didn’t have to wear a mask. It was terrifying and exhilarating to feel that in someone else’s presence.
“Why? So you can stare at my ass the whole time?” Ayda winked, urging her horse forward. Hùisdean made a satisfied sound.
“Yes.” He whistled playfully at her. “I deserve this, okay? I was left high and dry this morning.”
“Whose fault is that? You were the one who wanted to hit the road so quickly.”
“I know,” Hùisdean groaned dramatically. “But there is a curse we’re trying to break. Time is of the essence.”
Ayda rolled her eyes playfully, even though he couldn’t see her do it. She was comfortable with Hùisdean, but she was rarely comfortable with her own family. They’d have to sort out what their relationship meant when this was all over, but she appreciated it more than he could know that he was willing to remove one of the unknowns from her life. It took an incredible amount of forethought to consider how she often got anxious over the things she couldn’t control.
“What are you thinking for—” Ayda turned around to ask Hùisdean about their lunch rations when a dreaded shriek reverberated through the forest. Ayda’s eyes widened, and she started to sweat.
