Arianna inhaled softly, her shoulders easing as the tension she had not realized she carried began to melt beneath his touch. “That feels… far too good,” she admitted, her voice almost a whisper.
Ian’s gaze flickered upward to meet hers. “Good,” he replied quietly, his fingers continuing their patient work. “Ye deserve as much.”
He traced kisses along her skin, his touch both firm and tender. Arianna watched him. “Ye fight like a warrior,” she said softly, “and yet ye touch me as though I might break.”
“I would rather break the world than harm ye,” Ian answered without hesitation.
He shifted then, lowering himself as his hands moved to her thighs, guiding them gently open.
“Tell me if it is too much,” he murmured, his voice quieter now.
Arianna nodded, though she already knew she would not stop him. His hand moved to her sweet center, caressing firm, and slow.
A soft sound escaped her before she could stop it.
Ian glanced up, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “Too much?” he asked.
“Nae,” she said quickly, her cheeks warming. “Daenae stop.”
His lips curved faintly at that, though his focus returned to his hand as he moved his thumb higher, careful, respectful, never rushing.
Arianna leaned back slightly, her eyes drifting closed as sensation spread through her, not sharp but deep andgrounding. “I didnae realize how much I needed this,” she admitted.
“I ken how much I need it,” Ian said.
His hands moved with a steady rhythm, making round circles on her sensitive pearl.
There was a quiet pause before he shifted, his presence warm and close as his head came to rest lightly upon her thigh. Arianna’s breath slowed as she felt him there.
“May I?” he asked softly.
“Aye,” she whispered.
He kissed her folds, then moved his tongue on her pearl.
“Oh, oh Ian…” she moaned.
His tongue pressed gently, then more firmly as he worked along the pulsing sensations growing inside of her. The heat of his touch seeped into her, unraveling the last of the tightness she had carried since the night she fled. Arianna leaned into him without thinking, pushing her hands into his hair. Her body responded to his care as much as her heart did. Deep within her belly, the throbbing grew and moved along her entire body.
“Oh, I am losing meself” she whispered.
With that, her whole body shook as she released. Ian moaned in response. She lay back and allowed the delicious tremors to take hold.
“Watching ye in pleasure is me biggest thrill” Ian smirked as he pulled his over hers. He positioned himself between her thighs.
“Is it?” she smiled. “Then I hope to give ye many thrills.”
“I want ye, lass. Ye are the bonniest woman I have ever seen. I want ye to tell me once more that ye want me… want me inside ye,” Ian said.
“Ian…” she breathed, her voice filled with ecstasy. “I want to consummate this marriage. I want ye inside me. I love ye.”
The words seemed to still the very air. Ian froze.
For a long moment, he did not move, did not breathe. Arianna’s heart faltered at his silence, doubt flickering across her face.
“Ian?” she said softly, a hint of worry creeping into her voice.
“Say that again,” he murmured, his voice rough.
