I tried to save her from me. But she’s pushed me too far. I pull back from her lips, another side of me taking over completely as I let my eyes trail over my awaiting feast, ready to show her what being mine looks like when I lick every single fucking drop of bourbon off her needy, dripping cunt.
Chapter 27
Mia
Kissing Aiden feels like I’m in the center of a whirlpool, begging for air, striving for control, trying my damnedest to get to the surface, while at the same time wanting the current to pull me in deeper. And hearing that he hasn’t been with a woman in a long time shocks me, making me want him more.
Aiden devours me, strong and fearless and full of a passion I never could have imagined was real. He kisses me like I’m the very air he needs to survive, and even though the little voice in the back of my mind tells me this isn’t how I get the truth, I kiss him anyway. I want him anyway.
Mortification washes over me as his hands squeeze every inch of my body in a way that hurts just enough. I try desperately to push that guilt from my head and remind myself there’s only me here. I only have to answer to myself for these actions.
I focus on the way his tongue dances with mine. It’s so effortless. His lips taste like the bourbon we just shared mixed with mint, and even that appeals to me.
The ruthless man I saw the other night, the monster I know he can be, I now know he also shows his true face when he wants me. And maybe I’m as much of a monster as he is, but it’s that monster Iwant.
Aiden’s rigid body is a force to be reckoned with, and as I pull him close, he groans deeply into my lips. Ink stretches over every inch of the rippled terrain of his hard-earned, defined muscle. It covers him completely. Scars line his flesh. I can feel them under my fingertips, making me wonder what horror stories they bear. His wide, thick shoulders are unforgiving, and his muscled arms hold me tight.
His right thigh is covered in incredible grayscale ink, a medieval city that’s been burned to the ground. Rising above it from the flames is a woman with wild hair and a crown, holding a sword. Her sword pierces evil-looking, deformed skeletons that have been feasted on by crows. The entire piece is intricately detailed. It’s haunting and beautiful, reminding me of the name he’s reserved only for me, and reaches almost to his knee.
As his mouth comes down to bite at my neck, I run my hands over his chiseled abs. Fuck, my eyes were feasting on that body the moment he entered the kitchen, still wet from his shower. It was all I could do not to get down on my hands and knees and crawl to him, begging him to touch me.
But Aiden Foxx won’t crave me if I beg. He won’t crave my desperation. He’ll crave my strength and defiance, because it isn’t only my submission that gets him off, although I know it fuels him when I do what I’m told. It’s the fire that sparks my fight that he wants first.
The hard heat of his chest presses against my breasts, both of us now sticky with bourbon. Every part of me is tremblingwith desire as I rake my nails down his shoulders, down his back. He hisses, and I can’t get close enough to him, can’t touch him enough. Aiden groans as his lips drop to lick a trail over my liquor-stained chest, my neck, and my nipples, where he takes his time sucking first one then the other.
“Christ,these fucking tits,” he growls hungrily, filling his palms with them. I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking into him, his hardened cock giving my aching pussy the friction it needs.
“Shit, that feels so…good…” I manage as his tongue works over each breast, his heavy thumbs toying with my nipples, trading back and forth with his tongue.
He moves a hand down to squeeze my ass tight. “All this soft, perfect skin needs marking.” He bites my nipple, and I cry out just as he sucks it back into his mouth, flicking his tongue to soothe the sting. “You’re gonna remember where I touched you tomorrow, Rhiannon.” His voice is thick with lust, and even the name he uses for me sounds different now.
It drives me wild that I do this to him.
My last thread of control breaks when one strong hand holds my leg tight in a bruising grip while the other slides between my thighs, coming dangerously close to my throbbing core. He backs up, taking in the sight of me. The vision of his big palm splayed over my thigh makes me whimper. I’m fucking soaked, dripping embarrassingly as he slides his thumb up and sweeps it over my clit. I moan so damn loud just from that tiny touch alone.
“Look at you, Mia. A fucking masterpiece, dripping down your thighs for me. Never been touched. Never been fucked.” His eyes are heated as they find mine, and he continues his perfect pressure on my clit. “But you’ve pushed me too far, andnow I’m gonna fuck you right up, pretty girl. There’ll be no going back…”
He grins, and it’s fucking eerily beautiful before he lifts his thumb to his mouth and sucks my wetness off. “So fucking sweet.” The hoarse need in his voice reminds me I’m in control right now. It feels like power.
“No man has touched you like this before me?” he asks, confirming.
“No,” I whisper, answering honestly, and I swear his breathing picks up with my admission.More power.
“No man has tasted you before?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He continues feasting his eyes on every inch of me.
“The first time…I even came for a man, was in the alley…with you,” I softly confess, not knowing why I feel the need to admit it other than I know he’ll like it.
Aiden surprises me, leaning in to kiss me just once. “An honor,” he rasps into my lips, and I melt with the soft, unexpected words, feeling his chest rumble as it presses against mine when he kisses me deeper.
One thick finger enters me, and I mewl into him. Then a soft moan slips out, but he swallows it. I don’t know how long we kiss like this, his finger sliding in and out of me, never quite giving me what I need. As if he wants to torture me. I’m floating in a state of bliss, and when he finally pulls his lips from mine and lets me breathe my own air, his eyes trade between watching his finger work in and out of me, and my expression. His icy steel eyes are filled with what looks like pride in knowing he’s the first man to touch me.
“Christ, you’re fucking tight.”
“Duh…” I remind him, my eyes closing softly as his fingerkeeps slowly torturing me. He gives me a little more as his thumb continues to move over my clit, and my walls clench around him like a vise. I wonder how I’d ever manage to take his huge cock.