Donovan's Struggle, an Erotic Romance Novella (Anam Céile Chronicles)

by Scarlett, Rosalind

  “As you have told me before,” she prompted me, smiling a compulsory smile.

  “So I have, then . . .” I smirked knowingly, though I had hoped she would not recall. I should have known, fer nothing gets past this woman, so sharp she is! “Well, I pray you’ll not tire of hearing it, fer true ‘tis!” I declared, boring me eyes into her to convey me sincerity.

  “You do not know what you do when you look at me that way! Each time we kiss, how you steal a piece of me soul,” she whispered to me, pouting once again.

  “Oh, Aislinn. How you do make me heart smile,” I murmured, tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ear and kissing her gently upon the neck to let her know I indeed found her appealing.

  Remaining silent, Aislinn merely smiled back at me affectionately in surrender, as I caressed her hand tenderly, lifting it to plant a soft kiss upon the inside of her wrist to express me affection fer her.

  The sun ‘twas high in the bright blue sky now. Still sulking, she brushed her fingers through the dew moistened grass. And then amazingly, a silken black butterfly alighted there upon her naked shoulder and remained as that fer some time. Aislinn looked over at it and smiled.

  What an incredible woman she is! There can be no denying that there is surely something special about her, I just do not know quite what it is. Perhaps someday I will be lucky enough to discover it fer meself.

  Aislinn was silent the entirety of the trek home. What more can I say to convey how sorry I am. Will she ever forgive me fer what I have done?

  She sat beside me, laying her head upon me shoulder. Afore too long, she was fast asleep, her warm breaths tickling the side of me face with each exhalation. After just one night of holding her in me arms as she slumbered peacefully, already I could not imagine not being able to hold her each night thereafter as I slept. Aislinn did not move again until we were before the manor house of her cousin, Deirdre and her husband, Fergus.

  As I pulled the cart up, Deirdre came running out of the house. “Aislinn, Donovan! You must move inside quickly!” I tried not to roll me eyes; however, I am not sure whether I succeeded in that. Deirdre was always being melodramatic in one way or another. It was difficult to take her seriously now. Aislinn, though had already been gripped by her histrionics. She hopped down, Deirdre swiftly clutching her by the arm, dragging her along toward the front door.

  I took me time in securing the horses and followed after.

  “What is this about, Deirdre?” I demanded in a tone that I quickly realised must have shown me annoyance with her.

  “Aislinn’s father, he was here, not long ago,” she explained anxiously. “Fortunate you are not to have passed him on the road!”

  Aislinn stood there gaping at her, the information clearly a shock.

  Her Father? But, it has been two years since she left his home and not a solitary effort has he made to come after her. So why now? It seems awfully suspicious to me.

  I decided to speak up, to get to the bottom of this. “What say he, Deirdre?”

  “Calm he was at first, so I came to the door to attend to him. Aislinn he wanted, naturally,” Deirdre described breathlessly turning to Aislinn. “However, when I assured him you were not here, rapidly he became belligerent. Starting ranting about requiring a negotiating tactic with the English and how you were finally going to make yourself useful.”

  Deirdre continued on without bothering to stop fer air. “Frightened me poor baby, he did! He would not accept that you were not here and was attempting to barge into the house when Fergus arrived home at a most fortuitous time and commanded him to depart from here. Bitterly he departed, shouting all the while that everyone within this house would regret it if he discovered you to be here.”

  I maintained me composure fer Aislinn. Though, on the inside I was boiling with anger. He cares nothing fer her or her happiness, and he comes to fetch her only now that the English are threatening to confiscate his land, wanting to throw her into their greedy, bloody hands to serve as their fuck toy!

  Concealing me infuriation, I looked over to me beloved Aislinn who stood there trembling with obvious distress.

  I knew at once I had to say something to offer her comfort. “Do not fret, me love,” I assured her, taking her within his arms. “It will all be fine. I will see to it.”

  She buried her face in me chest fer just one second, then abruptly pulled away suddenly staring at me, her typically beautiful eyes hard. “How do you know it will all be fine?” she demanded harshly, her tone laced with skepticism. “Precisely what do you presume to be able to do to stop me father?” she demanded of me.

  Unfortunately, I did not have the answer she sought just yet. I could see Aislinn’s heart sink through her eyes, disappointing me.

  “Donovan, the only thing you can do to save me from him is to marry me. Now,” she attempted to stress to me. “Elope tonight, we must! Then far away we can go from here where I cannot be found.”

  Though I was indeed intrigued by the idea— especially what it would mean fer the wedding night— still it would not be doing right by her. She deserved more than someone who would rush into marrying her that could not even justly provide fer her. I had to justify it to her, make her see. “Aislinn, we cannot rightly do that. Me apprenticeship I still have to complete. Moreover, still I would not have the means to support you,” I answered, caressing her arm apologetically. “Besides, deprive you of the real wedding you deserve, I will not.”

  “You know I do not care fer that in the least! To become your wife, Donovan, is all I have ever wanted. It not matter to me how that transpires,” she retorted, as always, making it more difficult fer me than I anticipated.

  Gazing into me eyes, I saw that she comprehended there would be no persuading me. In her distress, Aislinn pulled out of me grasp and into the house, slamming the door behind her, leaving me to look after her in bewilderment.

  Chapter Three

  Indeed I felt terrible fer causing her so much upset. I only did what I felt was right. Fer some time, she did remain angry with me, but as Aislinn always does, she came back around to her vivacious demeanour, enchanting me every chance she could.

  Naturally, I wished we could marry sooner, but I knew I had to be able to care for her properly, be a man worthy of her marrying. She deserved no less than that. And I was not about to deprive her of all that she deserved. I loved her too much.

  Every night, as I lie alone in me small bed, I envisioned our lives together. There were times when I was so overcome by the desire to possess her immediately that I had to fight meself from going to her during the midst of the night and taking her away and eloping as she requested or just to make passionate love to her.

  Once me thoughts overwhelmed me so that I actually went so far as to go out into the night and saddle me horse and set out towards Galway, with the intention of having her that very night. Of course, a few kilometres into the trek, me better senses returned and I turned round and headed home, albeit harbouring much pent up frustration. Of course, never would I tell her of the things I have contemplated, lest she capture me in her zealous nature. No, I will not allow her think me anything but strong and resolute.

  So, as I lie in bed this night— at last, mere days ‘til we are to be wed— me mind wanders to her, to finally being able to have her in every way, yet again.

  I can see her walking towards me in her exquisite bridal gown, hugging her un-concealable curves, her creamy mounds peeking out the top, the luscious flesh adorned by delicate lace. It will be difficult to keep me eyes from feasting upon them scandalously— displaying to all there what a rascal I truly am— yet somehow, I will manage, affixing them instead to the likewise exquisite beauty of her face, those succulent lips, her topaz eyes entrancing me, her untamable red locks pinned up to reveal the line of her long and lovely neck, which only leads me eye back down to her luscious cleavage . . .

  Yes, it will be difficult. Yet, I know how I will have the opportunity to properly feast me eyes— as well
as everything else I possess— upon them once the wedding festivities have come to a close.

  I am the luckiest man in all of Éire to have a woman such as Aislinn by me side! Cannot wait to sleep with her nestled against me body with me arms wrapped tight about her every night, to place me hand upon the swell of her abdomen knowing she nurtures me child within her womb, a child created though our pure love for one another. But first, there are more urgent matters we must attend to . . .

  The eve of our wedding, at last I am free to make me desires fer her known. After picking her up in me arms and carrying her up the stairs to our bedchamber, I will lay her down gently upon our marriage bed and lavish her beautiful face with kisses. And know Aislinn well as I do, with just that, already her breathing will be coarser, her desire fer me to claim her body escalating. As will mine.

  And this time, neither of us will be thwarted.

  To ease her shortness of breath— and to gratify me own longstanding desire to view her in the nude once more— I begin to remove her bridal gown, reaching around the back of it, I loosen the lacings and inch it off her lovely shoulders, her eyes locked onto mine. I swear I actually detect a hint of demureness in them as I intently set about exposing her to me ravenous eyes. I urge her to standing and free her from the gown entirely, kneeling down to delicately assist her in lifting each foot to step out from the ludicrous mass of fabric which endeavoured in vain to conceal her.

  I lean back, me eyes roving over her as I take in the sight of me new wife before me in only a richly embroidered white corset, lace pantalets, and matching white stockings. I gaze up at her lovingly and lean in towards her, trailing kisses over the material upwards ‘til once again I am standing before her. I take her face within me hands gently, bringing her mouth to mine. As our lips meet, I am flooded with the wonderful realisation that at last she is mine, and I may do whatever I wish with her.

  And that is indeed what I intend on doing.

  Though her sweet lips I could kiss forever, at present I have other long suspended desires which demand liberation. I leave her lips, trailing mine to her chin and slowly along the line of her delicate jaw to the lobe of her tiny ear. Upon taking it between me lips, a shiver runs through her, and instantly the image of her nipples stiffening beneath the confines of her corset bathes me mind with a deep-seated lust.

  As I suckle lightly upon her earlobe, twirling me tongue about it, I feel me penis hardening in me trousers, the action evocative of what me tongue will soon be doing upon her sex. Her subtle moans in me ear merely exasperate me worsening condition. The ultra-primitive male side of me craves to rip the garments from her body recklessly and plunge me cock deep into her straightaway. However, the more civilized part of me longs to savour every inch of her this our first time making love. However, I do make a note to meself to engage in such an animalistic carnal experience with her in the near future— something I have no doubt she will more than welcome.

  If I want to maintain me slow pace of savouring her, I know I must cease imagining her ear is instead her clitoris. Reluctantly releasing it, I slowly trail me mouth down her neck, leaving soft kisses in its path. Reaching the lower curve of her neck, I pause to suckle upon it as me fingers set about finding the lacings which will release her corset. Her breathing ever increasing as it hits me hair, I feel her chest expanding, her breasts rising enchantingly with each breath, tempting me.

  Succeeding in adequately loosening them, I slide her corset down to reveal her. Me cock arches at this first sight of her gorgeous bare breasts in years. Taking just a moment to bask in the sight of them, I lean in, me mouth showering their curves with kisses. Gravitating towards the center, I reach out with me tongue, circling it lightly over the petal pink areola, before taking the peaked nipple between me lips. Drawing it into me mouth to suckle upon it tenderly, Aislinn whimpers longingly, provoking me to suckle her more fastidiously.

  Her resulting deep moan infiltrating me ears elicits me cock to leap despite its confines, seeking to be buried within her. Repeating the treatment upon her other breast, I endeavour to resist the ache fast building in me groin which demands I cease the diversions and claim her presently.

  As I leave her breast, briefly I consider exploring down the plane of her abdomen with me mouth. Rather, I decide it necessary to liberate meself of these restrictive garments, privately hoping she will find a similar pleasure in viewing me in me natural state. First, grasping either side of the waist of her pantalets, I pull them down, peeling them off each of her shapely legs. Aislinn gasps, and knowing her, I am certain she is already anticipating the feel of me sinking into her. However, she does not know that I intend on savouring this experience with her fer as long as is possible fer a mere mortal man such as meself.

  Her eyes follow me entreatingly as I rise to me feet, gazing down at her as she lay before me completely nude, save fer the white lace-edged stockings, which I decide to leave on fer the time being. I take a couple steps back in order to give her a full view of me as I commence to removing first me bowtie. As me fingers set to unbuttoning me shirt, I watch in amusement as her eyes follow every move I make, descending ever lower with the progress which I deliberately slow to exasperate her patience. I do so delight in making her squirm.

  I pull the shirt back from me, exposing me well-defined chest and shrug it from me broad shoulders, silently delighting in the hungry look upon her face, knowing she desires me as much as I desire her. As me hands move lower, she props herself up on her elbows and smiles at me favourably. Quite slowly, I undo the fastenings of me trousers, and I smile as I notice her trying hard not to squirm with anticipation of that which I am about reveal to her.

  Once I have them open, I let them fall, me released cock springing forth, thoroughly ready fer her. Her eyes widening, she gasps, her lips parting with desire. Her eyes flit to mine, revealing the lust in them, and then settling back on me nude form, she sits up, admiring me unabashedly. I continue to stand still fer her to feast her eyes upon.

  After a moment of allowing her to devour me with her eyes, I step forward. Aislinn wastes not a second, pulling me towards her and taking me organ into her mouth. I lean me head back groaning, reveling in the fact that I will have nothing to hold back now. No guilt, no restraint, just pure pleasure in her love, unadulterated lust fer her body.

  Driving me mad, Aislinn virtually assaults me with her mouth, sucking me voraciously, her tongue seemingly everywhere as she slurps upon me cock. To me dismay, I feel the beginnings of me ecstasy already collecting deep in me core and I know I will succumb before long if she keeps up this pace. Although when I attempt to impel her to ease up, she will not listen, and persists as a starving mad woman, sating her hunger with me meat.

  Then, at last she removes her mouth from it, and I sigh in relief, fer I am edging closer to the point of no return. However, she glances up at me mischievously, and then captures me throbbing organ between her voluptuous breasts, pressing them together and sliding it between her flesh. Gritting me teeth from the intense frustration of fighting this immense pleasure, I let out a groan. Just when I think I may be able to withstand her taunting, she bends her face down so that each time the head of me cock reemerges from between her cleavage, she seizes it in her mouth, giving it a quick suckle before it disappears again.

  Without realising it, I begin thrusting me hips forwards, pumping me aching cock into her flesh, and she remains there, waiting fer it to poke out the top, now able to take more of it into her mouth with each time. Before I know it, me climax has rushed in, therefore I do not have the chance to even attempt to restrain me loud groan as me cock suddenly spurts its pleasure all over her chest, her neck, and her chin as she looks down in surprise.

  I brace meself, expecting her to be disgusted with me.

  Rather, she surprises me by looking down at her mounds covered in me fluid and smiles, gazing up at me, an unmistakably naughty gleam in her eyes. Then she takes me cock in her hand and brings it to her mouth, licking off the
fluid which had trickled onto the side of its head, and takes it into her mouth, sucking it, making me squirm with a mix of pleasure and pain at the sensitivity of it, as she intently milks any remaining seed from it.

  Grabbing me handkerchief I wipe it from her breasts, and then kneel before her to worship them. She opens her legs wide, her eyes glinting mischievously, and I gaze long at her treasure there, proud in knowing it . . . she, belongs to me now. I can finally act out all the fantasies which me mind has entertained fer so many years, it would be criminal to admit. Though I may have to ease her into it, be careful not to lay them all on her at once, lest I startle her with me eagerness and deep lust, of which I have up ‘til now kept her unaware.

  I want to dive right in to taste her pussy, I have imagined how it would taste fer so long, me imaginings inspired by the scent of her which I had memorised. Her scent which is roused nearly each time I kiss her. Aislinn is such a responsive female, I have known that once I made her me wife, she would be sure to fill me nights with an unending festival of carnal delights, and likely the days, as well! Knowing her desire is piqued at the mere kiss of me lips has made it so difficult fer me to be a respectable man, so many times I have wanted to take her, to just bend her over and listen to her squeal as I slide it in and pump her . . . but I digress.

  No, I do not succumb to me gluttonous impulses and dive in and taste her as I wish to. Instead, I kiss her passionately to demonstrate me gratitude. Me hands travel down her body, one finding her breast, the other continuing down to her sex. Kiss me way down to her breasts, suckling ardently, while me fingers explore the folds of her sex.

  Before I even part her, I can tell that she is amply moist. I brush the back of me fingers lightly against her swelling flesh, her labia, delighting in her whimpers and squirming. I can tell she is trying to hold back, though I know she yearns to press herself harder against me hand. Finally, I turn me hand over and run a finger over her slit. Her folds part readily and I feel the heat of her arousal upon me hand. I smile at the flexing of her hips and the resultant groan as she anticipates me penetrating her.