Authors Note -  More R18+ Mature audiences recommended guys - there will be more sexual content - Sorry, not sorry!

Also, huge congrats to my girl @VioletBlueOfficial who just released her amazing story 'My Darkest Desire' on Episode, so stay tuned with this gal - she's bringing it to Wattpad too, and I personally can't wait!! Well done babe, i knew it would be as incredible as you, and again you didn't disappoint!

I awoke to what could only be considered as another dream, snugly wrapped in Arden's arms, our legs entangled with one another, my back pressed firmly against his chest as he drew figure eights softly across my sides, his lips sweetly kissing and sucking their way around my neck a soft tickle from his 5 o'clock shadow as its grazes my skin.

"Mmmmm, hey" is about all I can muster, afraid if I speak to loud or too much I will awake from this perfect moment. I can still feel the warmth from the fireplace, only now realizing that we've actually slept on the sheepskin where not too long ago we'd.......well what did we do? I mean I know it was sex, but was it just sex. I barely know this beautiful man, but that, what we just did, it was so much more than I'd ever experienced with anyone else. Don't get me wrong, I am no virgin, I've experienced my share, but never like that.

"Morning, cailín álainn" he murmured, not wasting anytime returning his lips to my neck, which now are making their way up my shoulder. His right arm is laying under my neck and is wrapped across my chest, reaching up I entwine my fingers in his, never feeling safer in a man's arms then I do right now. His left hand still caressing out his figure eights, though now much bigger, covering a greater surface area, and edging closer and closer to my nether regions.

"We fell asleep?" feeling suddenly curious to how long we've been laying here.

"Aye lass, we did. Must have worn each other out" he chuckled, though I sense this must be a joke going by the firm member pressing into my bottom, making a clear statement he's not quite done yet, and definitely not worn out.

Arden then stops abruptly, sits up gives my naked ass a playful slap, before gesturing towards the bedroom, "Come on love, we can't sleep here all night, with what I want to do to you, you're going to want a bed afterwards" oh god playful Arden is HOT.

Before I'm even standing fully, he grabs me and pulls me in for a fierce kiss, like he's been starving and my kiss is the only thing that with sate his hunger. I return his kiss as feverishly as I receive it, wrapping my legs around his waist as he lifts me, eagerly running my hands into his scruffy soft hair. His hands grasping at my thighs, sliding around to grab my ass again as he begins our journey to the bedroom, stumbling around our various clothing items, we'd tossed around from earlier.

Breaking our kiss, his lips return to the onslaught on my neck, causing me to release a loud moan in pleasure, rocking my hips into him, desperate to create some friction on my already aching clit.

"Oh Arden, ah please" I cry out, his lips showing no mercy as they trace my skin, a trail of goose bumps in their wake.

Crying out his name must have had an effect on him, as he gives up on his initial target of the bedroom, but instead forces me hard up against the living room wall, grabbing my arms and holding them up above my head, secured by just one of his own large hands, the other on my cheek as he takes a moment to stare directly into my eyes.

Our breaths are shallow, erratic and forced, like the simple act of breathing is a duty we no longer have desire to undertake. His eye's pull me in, like a depth I could drown in if I gaze for too long, but looking away is impossible. After what feels like a lifetime but I am sure wasn't long at all, his lips curl into a smile, then with a voice that would melt the coldest heart, he whispers "Cá bhfuil tú i mo shaol ar fad?"

"..... Arden......now......" weak from his velvet voice, that accent that could floor me in a heartbeat. I have no clue what he has said, and honestly, I am not sure it even matters, it's like his speech has a direct connection to my core, all the muscles tightening and throbbing, wet for him to be within me. "...I need y"

My attempt to speak is soon cut off with his lips, more force and passion than before, as his only free hand snakes it way down my sternum, past my belly button and slipping in between us to move between my wet folds.

He slides two fingers inside me, quickly pushing them in and out, matching the speed he's set with his lips, before pulling out and lining up his already swollen hard cock, and thrusting it inside me with full force, taking me by surprise. He fills me, my cunt stretching almost painfully, as he drives deep into me, over and over again, pulling back till just the tip was inside her, then driving in hard, penetrating me to a point where I swore, he was touching my womb.

I cry out, overwhelmed again by an onset of emotions and excitement. I feel a tear welling up in the corner of my eye, and try to wipe it away but Arden has my hands still strongly pressed against the wall. As if sensing something 's changed, Arden looks up and instantly pauses, seeing the tears now starting to overflow my face.

"Emerson, love, did I hurt you?" panic rising in his voice, his eyes frantically trying to read my own, releasing my hands to wrap behind my neck, holding me from hiding my face.

"No!" I exclaim, "Well, maybe a little but no, it's not that. I'm so embarrassed, I just......"

"What is it love? You can tell me anything" he assures me. God, I am such an idiot, he's still inside me, my back against the wall and now I decide to become a hormonal, blubbering mess!

Taking a deep breath I begin to stutter "Oh ah ok, I guess I just felt a wave of emotions, this has been so incredible, IS incredible and I'm not even sure what this is, but it's so fucking amazing, you make me feel....."

"You're mine"

"What?"

"You said you aren't sure what this is love, I'm just confirming that for you now. I want you, you want me, so that is that. Now, let me wipe those tears away, and I'm going to finish what we started here, so I can show you how much I want you" Luckiest woman in the world right here.

Carrying me the final distance to the bed, never once pulling out, he lays us gently on the bed, our bodies merging as one as he clutches my head in his hands, pressing his lips to mine in a soft, sensual kiss. He finally begins to move within me, a slow pleasing pace allowing him to retain eye contact as he plummets deep inside, the pressure against my G spot increasing with every slow stab. A gentle smile lay on his lips, visible enjoyment showing in knowing the way he made me unravel, my emotions previously an issue, now adding to the building orgasm deep in my core.

"Let it go for me, cailín álainn" he whispers, before nipping my ear, sucking the lobe gently, intensifying my orgasm as it rolls through me, my head thrown back, eyes closed as I revel in ecstasy. Arden lets out a deep grunt as he too finds his release, my muscles clenching hard around his thick length, our juices mixing together as he fills me.

We lie spent together for a long period, before he finally withdraws, leaving a trail of wetness behind.

"Ah shit" he groans, the reality of what we'd done hitting like a tonne of bricks "I'm sorry love, I got too caught up in the moment'

"It's ok, I have hormone rods in place" I mutter, "and I am clean, but happy to have tests done if you need" Rolling over on the bed onto my side, slightly embarrassed that I too had not stopped to think about placing a condom on before we engaged.

"Aye, me too lass" I felt the bed dip behind me as he climbs on again, and pulls me back against his chest, arms wrapped tightly around me. "There's no one but you love" he sighs gently in my ear. He snuggles his head into my neck, placing a gentle kiss before we both drift off into a deep sleep. No one but me!

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We spent the next 12 hours in bed, napping, cuddling, fucking and talking. It has been absolute bliss. Honestly as far as first dates go, I am pretty sure this one is off the charts. It was wonderful just getting to know each other, discovering facts and exploring curves, hearing what hobbies bring us joy, then learning what touch can do the same, we chatted like we'd known each other a lifetime, and moved together like two halves of a whole, we were designed as a pair.

The sex with Arden had been mind blowing, but combined with his personality he really was the whole package. He was 29 years old, born and bred in Dublin, Ireland, where he was raised by very much in love Conor and Siobhan (pronounced Shiv-awn) , along with his twin brother Tomas (so Irish gods come in pairs?!) and younger sister Ashling, who's recently turned 21 and sounds like a lot of fun!! Arden had moved to Canada to open Clover, which I hadn't realised he owned. It turns out it's been here for a while now but is really just making a name for itself, not surprisingly given how incredible it actually is. He mentioned another business he owns, but didn't go into much detail so far, and I didn't pry. Malachi, also Irish born, tagged along as second in command through his ventures. You hear how much respect and love he had for his friend, they'd grown up together, a friendship built in trust and loyalty, much like the relationship I have with Sam and Abigail.

His parents sounded like remarkable people. Standard middle-class family, raised to work for a buck, and work even harder if they wanted two! Mama knocked plenty of sense in her young men - treat a lady with respect, have empathy for others, take responsibility for your actions be it intended or a mistake, and to be generous and kind. Hearing about his relationship with his family left me in a sombre mood, which I hastily tried to cover up. I knew I'd need to discuss my family with him sooner or later, if we were indeed to continue seeing each other, but not now. I can't face that yet.

He went on to explain how close he still was with his twin Tomas, even though not identical, he said they still have huge amounts in common with their personalities, just not in appearance. This is apparently the longest time they've spent apart as Tomas is currently taking care of their family's business back in Dublin.

Ashling, the baby sister. I had to feel sorry for the poor thing, two older brothers - eight years older to be precise - no doubt doting on her every whim, then chasing all the boys away! "I'd love you to meet here love, she's coming to Toronto for a holiday soon. She'll love you!" His face lights up as mentions her, evident how much love he holds for his family. I love that about him.

"What about you love, you haven't told me much about you my cailín álainn " his smile is genuine and I've got to give him something... we can start with my current family though.

"Well, you would have seen my friends the night at your bar, Sam and Abigail, they're my family" I boast, they truly are the best people in my lives....well possibly a new addition to that list... "we went to school together since forever, and of course Sam and I danced together since we could walk, along with......never mind" I'm not prepared to talk about Casey yet either, we have a lot of history, and I don't want that to tarnish what's beginning with Arden. Sadly, Casey was part of wee group, we all grew up together, school, ballet, family dinners, prom. He was there for it all. We didn't officially start dating till we were adults, but he's always been there.

Arden cocked his head slightly, confusion appearing in his crocked eyebrows, but he didn't push me to explain, to which I am grateful.

"Sam's loyal, eccentric and wonderful in so many ways. Jeremy, Sam's partner is just as great, and together are two peas in a pod" I laugh, thinking of all the antics those two get into. "They can be quite the pranksters" I explain, he'll need to be on guard when they're around!

"Abi is incredible, she's so positive and supportive, but she is a freaking hard ass to, kicking me when i need to be pulled into line, and heaven help anyone else that upsets me, then she's like a rabid dog, god I love her!!" I have seen this first hand!

"Can't wait to meet them both love" he chuckles, the vibrations bringing all my nerve endings to life again. "What about your parents?"

There it is. The question I avoid like the plague.

"Um, it's not a topic I really like to discuss" I whisper out, semi shifting in the bed, creating distance between us.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me if you don't want too" he says, reaching over and grasping my hand in his, running his thumb over my hand.

"No, it's not that I don't want too Arden, it's just I can't.... Just..... well they're gone, can we leave it at that for now?" I ramble, dying to move on from this topic.

He nods, an understanding looks in his eye, before tracing a finger over the tattoo on my sternum, "May I ask, is it related to these......" his fingers lingering on one of my scars.

My slow nod yes, and the silence building is enough for him to read the situation, I'm not ready to discuss this and I'm glad he can see that. I shyly pull the sheet over my scars, still aware of their presence even though carefully disguised by the beauty of my ink art.

Leaning over me once more, seemingly a new favorite place for us both, his lips lingering just above my own, adrenaline charging my body like white water rapids charge the boulders in its path, he murmurs against my lips, his voice soft and low, "I hope you'll feel safe enough to tell me" then claims my lips with his own, gentle and sweet with just a hint of lasciviousness.

Sitting up he smirks at my apparent disappointment, "Come on love, join me in the shower. We need to head out and arrange some lunch" and he turns towards the bathroom, giving me the most delicious sight, his perfect naked body, that ass I'd like to bite, the tattoos scattered, muscles taught and toned. He really is rather beautiful. Pulling myself back from my drool fest, and shocked that it's almost lunchtime, I scurry out of bed as fast as I can, becoming aware my body is aching from all our overnight antics. I eagerly follow him, the idea of beading water running all over that incredible specimen is an entree all on its own, and well, I'm hungry.

Authors Note: For those of you wondering, Arden poses the question to Emerson in Irish - Where have you been all my life?  Sounds so much sexier in another language am I right?! -

Also, not sure how common this is in different countries, hormone rods are a form of contraceptive inserted just under the skin of your arm, and stay there for up to 5 years, releasing a hormone preventing pregnancy before needing to removed/replaced.  This does not protect you from STD's - wrap it first guys!! (Health class dismissed) 

Love you all!