Into The Light (Immortal Hearts Book 1)

by Katherine Hastings

  The engine of the jet started up and the lights in the room dimmed. Flickering flames from the fake fire made up most of the light left in the room. Crossing my legs, I shifted in my seat, and he watched me with a contemplative gaze, resting his chin on his fist. Curious eyes raked me over while I squirmed beneath the intensity of his stare.

  The heat raced back to my face and then settled in my chest while I smoothed my skirt for the umpteenth time since sitting down.

  Good God, I’m a disaster.

  Crossing and uncrossing my legs, I let my eyes dart between him and out the window. A glance outside showed the plane had started its slow crawl toward the runway and my slight fear of flying only strengthened the pulse I could feel thumping through my veins.

  Just do it, Emilia. Get up and kiss him. Finish what you started.

  I couldn’t. I wanted to, more than anything, but fear glued me to my seat and forced my eyes back down to the ground. It wasn’t that I didn’t think he wanted to kiss me, the passion that exploded off him in that alley washed away any doubt of the intensity of his feelings. But the moment had slipped away, and I wasn’t sure how to ignite the fire again. Being ballsy and approaching a man felt strange. Wrong. Not to mention my lack of practice. I’d only been with a few guys before Jeff back in high school. It had been over a decade since I’d been in this situation and I felt like an awkward teenager again under the weight of Aiden’s stare.

  Closing my eyes, I pushed my head back into the leather seat. Come on, Emilia. You only live once. And if he isn’t into this, just have him erase the memory of the awkward moment away and it will be like it never happened. Just do it. You deserve this.

  With a deep breath I squeezed my eyes tighter.

  Fuck it.

  I would get up, march over there and plant one on him. But just before I rose from my seat, a brisk wind blew back my hair. I inhaled a sharp breath and snapped open my eyes. Just inches from my face I saw his penetrating eyes locked with mine before drifting for a second to my lips.

  “Sweet Jesus. You can read my mind, can’t you?” I gasped.

  A sly smile tugged up one corner of his lips and he slowly shook his head. A cool hand slid across my cheek, stroking the heated skin before sliding through the soft curls cascading over my shoulders.

  “Then how did you—”

  He didn’t let me finish. The force of his lips crushing into mine pushed the words back into my mouth. His hand slid behind my head and drew me into him while his tongue demanded entrance. I submitted to his command, my body no longer my own to control. He captured my moan in his mouth and matched it with his own. Our kiss deepened when he pressed into me, and I felt every inch of my body crackle and explode to life. A shiver traveled down my spine and moved all the way to the tips of my toes.

  My pulse raced as the jet engine roared and screamed while we careened down the runway. I wasn’t sure if Aiden’s touch gave me the sensation of elevating off the ground or if the plane was taking off. Every sense heightened to the point I could no longer distinguish them, a swirl of emotions and senses all colliding into one explosion of pleasure.

  The soft caress of his hand lingered even when it left its place on my cheek and slid down the length of my side, moving to the small of my back. The plane’s takeoff pushed me forward in my seat and I slid tighter into his body, a wall of muscle that supported me and pressed me back into the cool leather. Our lips moved in sync, our breaths mingling into one while our tongues danced and twirled together, desperation deepening our kiss with each passing second.

  Reaching up, I slid my arms around his neck, my fingers raking through his hair. His kiss contained an urgency, an urgency that matched my own. An insatiable desire that only increased with each brush of his lips against mine. I needed him in me, on me, around me. Suddenly, I was in his arms and across the room being laid down on the long leather couch. The gentle way he set me down was a stark contrast to the force of the movement that brought me there. It left me spinning while I struggled to catch my breath, realizing how empty I felt with the sudden absence of his lips.

  Searching his eyes, I reached up and slid my hand across his chest before grabbing a fistful of fabric and yanking him back down to me. He offered no resistance, and I moaned when his lips reconnected with mine. It was where they belonged, and I felt empty without them. The weight of his body pressed along the length of mine when he settled on top of me. His tongue resumed the tantalizing twirls that sent my stomach plummeting and tumbling as if I had fallen out of the plane and plunged toward the ground.

  His kiss softened, and I stifled a whimper when his lips drifted away. Opening my eyes, I found his searching my own.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, his usually commanding voice soft and concerned. “If this isn’t what you want, we don’t have—”

  “I guess you can’t read my mind after all,” I said, flashing a smirk. “Now stop talking and kiss me.”

  His lips that had been pressed tight together in concern spread into a wide grin. I watched as they moved back toward me and I closed my eyes, my breath held fast while I waited for their return. Instead, I felt them brush against my neck. My lips parted, and I breathed out a contented sigh when they brushed the most sensitive spot on my neck, just below my ear.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned while he kissed his way down my neck, his tongue leaving little trails of tingling skin in its wake. Cool fingers traced their way down toward my cleavage and my breath hitched when they moved down the crevice between my breasts. Reaching the fabric pulled tight over them, he traced his fingers over the top, brushing my nipple that strained hard against the fabric. A shudder racked my body, and I held my breath while his hand opened up and cupped the entirety of it, a gentle squeeze forcing my head back into the pillow.

  When his thumb traced my nipple, I felt the heat sizzling between my legs. Writhing beneath him, I closed my eyes and begged his hand to move south. The need to feel his touch below caused my stomach to clench in a knot I couldn’t unravel. Only his touch could ease the ache.

  His lips returned to my neck and his hand drifted from my breast and slid across my dress, following the contours of my figure while it moved down my body. My heart hammered in my chest when his hand moved to my thigh, traveling to the bottom of my dress before sliding beneath it and touching the sensitive skin on my inner thigh. A sharp inhale trapped in my lungs when his fingers moved higher up my leg. Every nerve in my body came alive everywhere he touched. The sensation of his lips moving down to my breasts while his fingers moved up to my heat set my body on fire.

  For the first time tonight I cursed the lacy panties that kept his touch at bay. “Please,” I whispered when his fingers reached the lines of my underwear and paused. I needed his touch. I needed to feel him inside me. He raised his head from my chest and met my pleading eyes with an intensity that rocked me to my core. Holding my gaze, a single finger slid beneath my panties and I whimpered when it slid inside my folds and moved up the length of me. When he reached the spot that needed him most I shuddered and closed my eyes while his finger played me like a fine-tuned instrument.

  Pressing my head into the pillow, he touched and teased the bundle of nerves screaming for release. When his lips returned to my neck, I moaned and writhed as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. I reached forward and grabbed his shirt, pulling him back up to my wanting lips. He indulged my desire and pressed his lips to mine while his fingers continued their brilliant performance below. My lips parted, and his tongue invaded my mouth as his finger did the same, pushing deep inside of me. I cried in pleasure, the feeling of him inside both places left me overwhelmed and spinning with ecstasy. My body tensed and trembled as he brought me to an almost unbearable level of pleasure. Finally, the sweet release exploded from within me and I let the waves of pleasure roll over me like an ocean storm.

  Quick breaths shook my body while I panted beneath him. His lips softened, gentle kisses now teasing my swollen lips. My eyes fluttered open
and locked with his. Pride swelled from beneath them and a satisfied smile tipped up the corner of his lips.

  “Oh, my God,” I moaned, gasping to catch my breath. My head still swirled, and the buzzing in my ears almost drowned out the roaring of the jet engine. It had been awhile since I’d had an orgasm, and longer than I could remember that a man had given me one, but what I’d just experienced was more powerful than anything I could remember.

  With my senses returning, I let my focus move from the satisfied throbbing between my legs back to the striking face staring down at me. Starting to feel self-conscious lying there like a boneless lump, and nowhere near ready to be done, I sat forward pressed my hand to his muscular chest. Using a little pressure, and with no resistance from him, I pushed him backward. Aiden arched a brow while he settled back against the couch.

  Hoisting my dress up, I straddled him and settled down onto his lap. He closed his eyes when I let the weight of my body press down on the cock straining hard against his jeans. His lips parted, and I wasted no time in reclaiming them as my own. When my lips pressed against his, I inhaled his warm breath as he blew out a moan. Squeezing my eyes shut, I savored the taste of him and the emotions ripping through my body every time we kissed.

  His hands moved up to my back, and I arched against him, pressing myself even harder against his straining member. A moan of agony and ecstasy slipped out of him and encouraged me on. Tipping my hips again, I pressed against him and took his lower lip between my teeth. He moaned again when I tugged it, nibbling on it before giving it back to him. Having this powerful man melting beneath my touch only encouraged me and emboldened me to continue. I wanted him to experience the intensity of the pleasure he gave me.

  Leaning back, I drew my lips away from him. He leaned forward to follow them, but I sat upright, moving just out of his reach. His azure eyes snapped open and the intensity in them nearly sent me tumbling backward off his lap. Passion and power collided beneath the ocean of blue and threatened to explode in a tidal wave of desire.

  “Emilia,” he whispered, reaching up and brushing a tendril of hair from my face.

  He mesmerized me, and I took a moment to stare at him and appreciate the exquisite features on his face. He was beautiful.

  And he was mine.

  Without warning, I grabbed his shirt with both hands. Clutching the fabric tight, I ripped my hands in opposite directions. His eyes bulged when his buttons flew, and his chest exploded into view. The smooth skin of his impossibly chiseled pecs drew my eyes first, and then my hands shortly after. I slid my palms over the bulging muscles and sat back to admire the view. My fingers traced down the distinctive lines that carved into his abdomen and formed a Photoshop worthy six-pack. The sight of his chiseled body beneath my fingertips sent the heat racing back down between my legs.

  He watched me, fascinated, while I explored his body. I took my time and let my hands wander over his flawless skin before letting them descend to the part of him I wanted to explore the most. When my hand slid across the swelling in his pants, his eyes slammed shut and his head flew backward.

  “Oh, God,” he breathed.

  I continued sliding my hand across it, moving it back and forth and up and down the length of him. His hips bucked beneath me and he strained against me, desperate for more pressure. The need to have him inside of me moved my fingers to the fastenings that kept us apart. His eyes opened and locked with mine while I undid his button and drew down his zipper with a long, slow pull. His lack of underwear allowed his cock to spring out uncontested, and I drew a sharp inhale when it burst free and came into sight even bigger than I had imagined.

  I reached out and stroked it with a tentative touch. A guttural moan shook his whole body when I took him in my hand. His face twisted in pleasure as I moved my fist up and down, taking a firm hold on the shaft and finding a gentle rhythm that made him squirm beneath me. Sliding forward, I could almost feel him against my own pulsing heat, my thin cotton underwear the only thing separating us. He moved his hips, and it tipped me forward just enough that I brushed against him with my most sensitive spot. A shock of pleasure exploded out of me and I knew I needed more. I needed it all.

  His eyes shot open, and I held his gaze while I inched forward. He moved his hands under my dress with blurring speed and I gasped when I felt my panties tear free. Grabbing my hips, he drew me against him. His straining skin slid along the length of me, the wetness my desire for him created allowed me to move against him with ease. Our breathing deepened as I moved closer to the tip, my need to have him inside of me growing to unbearable lengths.

  “Condom,” I whispered, almost too caught up to care. But in the length of my next breath, his lightning fast movement had produced a condom already in place. With eyes locked, I raised my body until I felt his cock pressing at my opening. His grip tightened on my hips and held me steady, slowly pushing me down the length of him.

  Together we sighed as he slid inside, filling me in more ways than I could have imagined. Our moans mingled on a single breath, and I felt our bodies connect and fuse into one. He sat forward, pulling me into his chest and wrapping his arms around me. My arms encircled his neck, and our lips pulled together in a kiss so powerful it stole away my breath and sent shock waves rippling through every inch of my body.

  Before I had time to exhale, I was up against the wall on the opposite side of the plane. The force of my back hitting the cold metal side forced the breath I held out with a groan. Aiden’s body held me tight against the wall, and my legs lifted and wrapped around his waist. It pushed him even deeper inside of me and it filled the last of the ache that had been building all night.

  Our mouths continued their desperate kisses while he moved inside of me. Pinned to the wall, I writhed against him, his passion and power building with each thrust.

  “Drink me,” I begged. I wanted him inside me in every way imaginable.

  His lips left mine and our eyes met for a moment before his gaze fell to my neck. Closing my eyes while he thrust in and out of me, I felt his lips brush against my skin. His kisses trailed up my neck and I inhaled a long breath when his teeth sank into me as his cock plunged deeper inside of me, a pleasure and pain so deep I felt the world around me shift. I rode the euphoric wave his bite induced while his presence inside of me below brought me pleasure so intense I feared my body might explode. With one last powerful thrust, the power of my release sent my mind tumbling into the void, and I screamed his name while my body trembled over and over and the sweet release washed over me.

  His own body tightened and then shuddered, his thrusting slowing to a stop as he held me pressed up against the wall, panting.

  His fangs retracted and his lips returned to mine.

  “Emilia,” he whispered, his breath ghosting my lips.

  His hands moved to my face and cupped it while I dissolved into his kiss. My body buzzed with a euphoria I never imagined possible. It was more than an orgasm. More than him drinking my blood. It was a connection to him more intense than anything I could have dreamed. If I had a habit of falling for bad boys before, I had flung myself off a cliff when it came to Aiden. And I had no intentions of pulling the parachute.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Aiden

  HER SOFT BREATH BRUSHED across my chest while I held her sleeping in my arms. She had dozed off a half hour ago and looked so peaceful curled up at my side. I hated needing to wake her, but as my jet slowed to a stop, I knew Sheila would knock in moments to announce our arrival. I was half-tempted to tell them to leave us here so I could keep her sleeping, but the morning light crept closer by the minute. In less than an hour it would be upon us and I needed to be in the safety of my bedroom or remain trapped here in my light-tight jet until darkness.

  I stroked a finger across her cheek, brushing a long piece of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. “Emilia?” I whispered, still pained to wake her. “Emilia, we’re here. You need to wake up.”

  Lids heavy with sleep
blinked open, and sleepy blue eyes met mine.

  “Hi.” I smiled while I stroked her cheek again. “How did you sleep?”

  “What year is it?” She moaned and stretched in my arms.

  “That good, huh?”

  “So fucking good.”

  Now that my greatest need in life was to see her happy, I let my smile grow. “I’m glad to hear it. After such a long evening, I know you needed your sleep.”

  “Tonight was perfect, Aiden. I feel like it was a really crazy dream.”

  The whole evening had gone exactly as planned, except for the last part. The best part. Feeling her melt into my touch, and meld with my body... my soul, had been a pleasant surprise I hadn’t expected. My desire for her still pulsed through my veins and drove deeper now than carnal pleasures. A need for her burned inside me now, an unquenchable fire I knew would never burn out. It started as a spark when I saw her that first night and flickered and burned brighter with every moment since. Last night the spark had exploded within me and consumed me from the inside, fueling a desire to protect her, care for her, and cherish her. I needed her now.

  “Did you sleep?” she asked, sliding a hand across my bare chest before stopping and sucking the air through her teeth. “Oh, God, I ripped your shirt. I forgot. I’m so sorry.”

  “You never need to apologize for something like that. It was hot and well worth the loss of some buttons.” I kissed her forehead, squeezing my eyes shut while I savored her sweet vanilla smell.

  “Mark is going to kill me. I defiled an Armani. That’s a capital punishment-type offense to him.”

  “I’ll protect you.”