She tilted her head, pulling against his grip, and softly said, “Now let go of my hair, Aiden.”
Struggling to keep himself as controlled as possible, he carefully exhaled the deep breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding and relaxed his fingers. She pulled away a little, the silken strands of dark red slipping from his hold. Then she sent him a slow, hungry smile that made his muscles seize…and lowered her head again. Holding his narrow-eyed gaze, she opened her mouth and touched her tongue to the strained, damp head of his cock, the eager look in her eyes telling him that she was more than ready to handle the consequences of her actions. Lust erupted through his body with such savage, violent intensity that it arched his back, the sharp action nearly knocking her away. She gripped his hip with one hand to steady herself and opened her mouth wider.
“Deeper,” he growled, her soft moan making him see red as she took him in. “Suck it hard. You won’t hurt me. The harder you suck it, the better it fee—” He broke off, roaring, as his head fell back, a thick surge of hot fluid blasting into her mouth, though he hadn’t come. Not completely. Not yet. When his beast was so close to the surface, his orgasms changed, becoming different, building up in sharp, wrenching bursts until he finally crashed over the edge in what would undoubtedly be an explosive, jaw-grinding release.
“I’m not done,” he grunted, just in case she got the wrong idea and stopped, thinking he’d come—but she didn’t question him about what had happened…or pull away. He spread his legs and she slipped between them, managing to work another inch into her hot little mouth. Reaching down, Aiden tangled both hands in the damp strands of her hair, pulling it away from her face so that he could watch her, the slick, wet suction breaking him down, destroying him.
“Wrap your hands around the base,” he groaned, each word punctuated by a hard, gasping breath. “I need to push, but don’t want to go too far.”
She understood, sliding her hands down to the thick root, and his hips surged up, thrusting his cock past those lush, tender lips. Aiden had already known that it was too good for him to take much more, that he was pushing his control, and then she flicked her smoky gaze up to his face, her heavy-lidded eyes dark with pleasure, as if she was actually getting off on going down on him, and he almost lost it. “Stop,” he growled, tugging on her hair, only seconds away from coming. “Liv. Stop!”
She pulled away, but not far, her shiny lips hovering over the dark, moist head of his shaft, her warm breath brushing against him as she said, “I don’t want to stop. I want you to finish in my mouth.”
“Next time,” he snarled. “Next time I’ll do whatever the hell you want. But right now I just need to be in you.”
Instead of giving her time to argue, Aiden burst into action. Within seconds he had their positions reversed, her jeans unsnapped, unzipped and wrenched down her legs, along with a tiny pink pair of panties. Then he spread her legs, his chest working like a bellows as he knelt between her pale thighs, his burning gaze riveted on that sweet piece of flesh nestled beneath soft strawberry curls. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how perfect, but the words were jammed up in his throat and he couldn’t get them out. All he could do was make a rough purring sound that vibrated in his chest as he dug his hands into those soft white thighs, leaned down and licked the thick, juicy seam of her sex, working her open with his tongue. Hot, honeyed moisture wet his mouth, and he nearly cried with relief.
“You’re ready,” he grunted, mounting her, his hard thighs shoving her legs wider.
“Aiden…a condom?” she gasped, her damp palms clutching his biceps, her short nails digging deliciously into his skin as she arched beneath him.
“Shit. Right. Sorry,” he muttered. Lust had obviously fried his friggin’ brain, and as he reached for his bag at the foot of the bed, rooting in the side pocket for a rubber, he could only shake his head at himself. What had happened to the hard, detached bastard who never let anything get under his skin? Who never let anything or anyone rattle his composure? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was treading into treacherous territory with each hard, ragged breath jerking from his lungs, but he didn’t care.
Refusing to whine like a pathetic loser, Aiden concentrated instead on the white-hot goddess sprawled before him, so perfect and sweet and gorgeous, he couldn’t understand what she was doing there with a twisted, screwed-up jackass like him. But he wasn’t going to question it. Later he could bitch and moan about things that could never be, but right now he was going to wallow in bliss and pretend, for a few stolen moments, that he could have everything he wanted.
With the condom firmly in place, he ran his hands up the smooth surface of her inner thighs, over the graceful curve of her hips, until his fingers were resting against the soft, velvety skin of her stomach. “You have no idea how bad it’s been hurting, waiting to get you like this.”
“It’s been hurting me, too,” she whispered, her lips curved in a provocative smile, her nipples thick and hard beneath her sweater. She wanted him, and the knowledge made Aiden want to roar with primal satisfaction. It also made him desperate as hell. Grasping handfuls of her sweater, he wrenched the soft wool up the sensual line of her torso, his only moment of caution when he slipped it over her head and carefully pulled the sweater down her injured forearm. Her bra quickly followed, and the sight of her naked breasts nearly killed him. Just about stopped his heart.
He was, by some miracle of biology, even harder than before. And his control was completely shot. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. And he sure as hell couldn’t stop.
One second he was rubbing his tongue against a sweet, berry-red nipple, stroking the head of his cock through her pink, slick folds, and in the next, he was driving in too hard, too deep, too quickly. She cried out, stiffening beneath him, and Aiden silently cursed himself for being so careless. He had to remember what she was. Human. Breakable. And he was an animal who liked to play rough.
“Damn it,” he rasped, while the rawest, most intense wave of pleasure he’d ever experienced scraped down his nerve endings, just from being inside her. A part of her. It all but turned him inside out, and he struggled to hold himself still. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to do that.”
“You just caught me by surprise, but it’s okay,” she whispered, running her soft fingertips down the hot sides of his face, the tender touches so at odds with the sharp, visceral urges twisting him up inside, demanding satisfaction. “Trust me, Aiden. Okay doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
The way she moaned those husky words pushed him further over the edge, shoving him into that dark, feral place that was all hunger and craving and lust, and he found himself pulling back, then lunging back in with a hard, hammering thrust that nearly took him to the root. “S-sorry,” he groaned against the side of her throat, bracing himself on his elbows. “Sorry. It just…it keeps getting away from me. You okay?”
“Better than okay,” she gasped, her pale fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched against him in a sweet, sensual act of submission that drove him out of his mind. He pushed himself up on his arms and pulled his hips back again, until only the head of his cock remained snugged up inside her. Then he looked down between their bodies, staring at the way he stretched her open as he fed himself back into her, inch by inch, her glistening flesh straining around him. She was so beautiful it dazed him, as if he’d been slammed by some metaphysical hammer upside his head. He tried to drag in air. Couldn’t. But hell, who needed air anyway? All he needed was this. Liv pinned beneath him, her pale body naked and held wide open to him. His cock buried hard and deep in that most precious, succulent part of her, clasped tight in the cushioned depths of her body, where she was liquid and melting and soft.
“It’s too good,” he panted, pulling back…thrusting, riding her hard…harder, pumping into her, the heavy rhythm shoving her across the carpeted floor. “I need more,” he growled. “Need all of you.”
And she gave it to him, a total surrender of
self that made his brain melt down. His eyes burned, his throat, his muscles and skin and blood, his body sweat-slick and heavy as he moved over her, stirring her up inside, forcing her to take more of him with each grinding, slamming thrust. Rough, animalistic sounds jerked from his throat as she clutched him, pumping her hips up to meet him, making him crazed. He’d been so terrified that when this moment came, the beast would be doing everything it could to claw its way out of him. But for the moment, the creature was as dazed as he was. It purred with pleasure, drunk on lust, moving with him, beneath his skin, as desperate for her as the man. He growled as another thick burst of fluid pulsed from his body, into the condom, and he buried himself deep, shuddering against her, his breath jerking from his lungs in sharp, violent gasps.
She blinked up at him, curious, waiting to see what he would do.
“Not done with you,” he muttered, barely managing to force out the rough, guttural words. He started moving again in hard, heavy lunges, loving the way he had to work against her body’s natural resistance, fighting to get inside her. “This isn’t over till you come for me, Liv.”
A flare of panic chased away the pleasure blush burning in her cheeks, her small white teeth sinking into her lower lip. She was so easy to read like this, her emotions blazing up at him, bright as the stars in a winter sky. He could see her self-doubt, the shades of self-consciousness that had always made her too tense to enjoy sex. To just let herself go. On the one hand Aiden was outraged that she’d been denied something so many others took for granted, while on the other, there was a part of him that was savagely thrilled by the fact that no other man had ever been able to break through her walls and make her shatter for him.
“Why don’t you see it?” He rode her with a slow, deliberate rhythm, seeking out all those inner sweet spots that made her tremble and gasp when he rubbed against them, whipping her into a frenzy. “You’re so damn beautiful, Liv. Every part of you. Inside and out.”
“I’m not, but it’s…it’s sweet that you think so.”
His mouth twitched with a crooked smile. “I’m not sweet.” The smile fell, his emotions roiling, surging from one extreme to the other with dizzying speed. “And I’m still furious with you for not listening to me today. I’ll never forget what it felt like when I realized you were gone. It scared the hell out of me.”
“It scared me, too.” She lifted her hand again, touching the side of his face. “But I knew you’d come for us, Aiden. I knew you’d do everything that you could to save us.”
It made him feel desperate, the way she gazed up at him. For a moment he almost thought there was a warm glow of trust shimmering there in the liquid depths of her eyes. A glimmer of faith. And something even sweeter, richer, that he couldn’t put a name to. But he shook it off, figuring he must be mad. Hell, it wasn’t as if there was enough blood left in his brain for rational thought, anyway.
“Watch it, Liv.” His voice was a dark, grating slash of command as he gripped her behind her knees and said, “Watch it go in.”
The color in her face burned even brighter, but she lifted herself onto her elbows, doing as he said. His name fell from her lips in a soft, stuttering whisper that slipped under his skin, burning through the center of his body.
“Look how deep you take it.” He spread her wider, unable to get enough of how tight she was. How hot and wet and lush. “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, the way you’re just swallowing me up. I want you to tell me how it feels.”
Her heavy, luminous gaze flew up to his face. “Wh-what?”
“Don’t think,” he rasped, breathless. “Just talk. I’ve never…never asked a woman to talk to me before, but I love the sound of your voice. I want it filling my head while I’m filling your body.”
She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a shy, shaky gasp. Aiden slammed deep, then held there, rubbing against the sweet, swollen knot of her clit. Waiting. Teasing. Tormenting. Determined to get what he wanted. “I don’t move till you talk.”
“You can’t do that!”
His chest shook with a deep, husky bark of laughter. “Wanna bet?”
“Don’t you think that’s being a little m-manipulative?” she stammered, licking her bottom lip.
“Probably,” he conceded without an ounce of remorse. “But I need to hear it, Liv. And I know you can do it. Any woman who can come in here the way you did and demand I let her suck me off has enough courage to tell me what it feels like when I’m fucking her.”
It was a physical pain to keep it slow, fighting against the intense, primal demands of his body so that he could keep himself from coming. Not yet, damn it. Not until she’d given him what he needed.
“It feels hot,” she finally whispered, her face bright red. “F-full.”
Shuddering, Aiden pulsed inside her, his beast beginning to prowl the confines of his body with restless, predatory aggression. “Keep going,” he growled, fighting to hold the animal at bay.
“Thick. And d-deep.”
He made a rough sound in his throat. “You want it deeper?”
Her eyes grew heavy and she nodded, pulling her lower lip through her teeth, the simple gesture inherently sensual. Impossibly erotic. And that was before the wild woman rose back up inside her and she said, “I want you to take me, Ade. As hard and as deep as you can.”
He would have thrown back his head and roared with triumph if he hadn’t been working so hard to keep it together. After all, it wasn’t every day that a guy got the sweet, impossibly shy Olivia Harcourt to talk dirty to him. He didn’t want to think about what his face must look like, the raw, savage intensity of his hunger for her no doubt cut into the grim lines of his expression, but she wasn’t cringing. Wasn’t shying away. She was glowing, as if some bright, incandescent light was burning beneath her skin.
“You’re wet enough for me to get in the last few inches. But they’re the…thickest part.” The grittiness of his voice betrayed his need. “Your call. Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me. I…I want them, Aiden. I want all of you. Everything that you have,” she panted, falling back to the floor as he loomed over her, his fingers biting into the backs of her knees. He took her at her word, slowly working his broad shaft into her. Deeper…then deeper still.
“Keep talking,” he demanded, forcing in those last thick, heavily veined inches. “Tell me how you want it, Liv.”
“Harder,” she moaned, writhing beneath him. Her face was cherry-red, her parted lips swollen and moist. “Faster!”
Her sex clamped down on him as he gave her exactly what she’d asked for. Aiden would have been terrified he was hurting her, if not for the way she grabbed his long hair and pulled him down to her. Her mouth attacked his with a feral hunger as dark and desperate as his own, a breathless cry spilling into his mouth as she crashed violently over the edge, her tender sheath convulsing around him in tight, greedy pulls. She would have broken the devastating kiss, gasping for air, but he took his hands from her knees, holding her head braced between his palms as he took control of her mouth, forcing her to keep kissing him while she kept on coming…and coming. It was, without any doubt, the most beautiful thing Aiden had ever seen. The most breathtaking experience of his life. Like being caught in the center of a lashing storm, the orgasm drenched him, going on and on in a lush, clenching caress that pulled him right along with her, straight over the edge.
Want to come inside her, the beast snarled. Flesh on flesh. Fill her up.
He groaned, undone by the idea, trying to wrap his lust-racked mind around how she would react. It was one thing to want him as a man, but to come inside her without latex would mean accepting the parts of him that were more, and he didn’t trust her enough to take that chance. Hell, he didn’t trust her at all. Which meant that he was just going to have to suck it up and accept the fact that this was all he could ever have from her.
And it wasn’t as if he could complain. Not when the sex was already so good, it had all but blown the
memories of every other woman from his mind, erasing them from existence.
“I’m going over,” he growled against her mouth, coming so hard that it hurt, the violent sensations ripping through him like a mind-shattering blast of light and sound and bone-melting heat. As his body released in hard, thick surges that damn near blew the top of his head off, the beast launched its attack, fighting to break free, his fangs beginning to descend in a sharp, hissing glide. Aiden wanted to collapse against the lush cushion of her body, breathing in deep pulls of her warm, tantalizing scent as her heart beat against his, and stay there…forever, but he had to move. That instant. Before the beast pushed him to do those things that could never be undone.
With residual pulses of pleasure still firing through his system, he reached down to hold the condom in place as he pulled out of her as carefully as he could, while those tight inner muscles struggled to hold him inside her. Rolling to his back, he threw one arm over his eyes and gritted his teeth, using everything he had to force the animal back into submission. It wasn’t easy. Was, in fact, one of the most difficult things he’d ever had to do.
Had he actually been stupid enough to think that he could screw this woman out of his system? What a dumb ass. The experience had been life-changing, head-twisting stuff, and it sure as hell hadn’t eased a damn thing. He wanted nothing more than to go at her again, with nothing between them. His body shoved a mile inside her. His fangs buried in the smooth, tender curve of her throat, creating an unbreakable bond between them. One that would mark her sweet little ass as his—as well as make it impossible for him to ever leave her, no matter how deeply she grew to despise him.
I am completely losing it, he thought.
“Aiden, are you okay?”
The concern in those breathless words made him cringe, and he locked his jaw, forcing out a gravelly “I’m fine.”
“You’re not. I can…tell that you’re lying. I wish you would just talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.” Frustration bled through the quiet words, making them sharp. “God, I wish that you would tell me anything.”
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