“Rose. Fuck,” he groans, sweeping his tongue into my mouth as I gasp.
I’m so lost in the torrent of his mouth on mine that I barely notice as he sweeps me up into his arms. He doesn’t stop kissing me as he carries me up the stairs, and the world tilts around me as he shoves open the bedroom door and deposits me on the bed, following me onto the mattress.
I can’t decipher his expression, but his gaze never leaves mine as he undresses me, impatiently tugging off my jeans and shirt and underwear. His hands feel like they’re on fire, my skin just as hot. I’m burning with the need to feel more of him, be touched by him.
When he sits back and yanks off his own shirt, I stare up at him, breathless at the sight. He’s not as lean as he was as a boy. He has more muscles now, hard and firm, the tattoos on his skin like liquid darkness.
“Aiden,” I breathe, unable to stop the truth from pouring past my lips. “I want you.”
“Need you,” he growls in response, the words barely intelligible as his hands grip my thighs, pulling them apart. “Need to taste you.”
Liquid fire pools deep inside me, a swirling need brewing as Aiden touches me. I know what’s coming, but I’m still not ready. His tongue presses against my clit, and I gasp, twisting in the sheets. He’s done this before, but this time is different.
There’s something more, some greater heat building inside me.
“God, you’re so good,” he mutters between strokes of his tongue. “So fucking perfect.”
He moves slowly, circling my clit while my breathing comes in shallow bursts. I twist my hands in the sheets beneath me, clinging to them for strength as I feel every move Aiden makes.
I can already feel the beginnings of an orgasm heightening in my bones, a static buzz that intensifies as Aiden works me to the edge of ecstasy. I blindly reach for him, trying to grasp at anything I can find to hold on to.
He has me shaking after only a few moments. He presses two fingers into my pussy and twists them, working me open and plunging deeper as he flicks his tongue. I can’t think straight, can only hold on as he pushes me to the edge.
“Oh god,” I chant, my fingers delving into his thick hair. “Oh god, oh god, oh god…”
“Don’t call for god, little dove,” Aiden rasps, scraping his teeth over my most sensitive flesh. “He can’t give you what you need. Only I can.”
Then he adds a third finger, pressing them so deep inside me that all I can focus on is the feeling of my body opening up for him. I want his cock where his fingers are, want him filling me up and stretching me out.
But even though he promised he could give me what I want, he makes me wait for it. Aiden moves slowly and deliberately, pressing into just the right place as I twist and moan, digging my feet into the mattress. It’s too much for me to handle, too much for my body to process.
Another burst of pleasure shoots through me as he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I come hard, arching off the bed as it rolls through me.
“Oh fuck! Aiden!”
He draws it out, fucking me with his fingers as he works my clit with his tongue, making sure I feel every wave of my release until my body finally goes slack.
I’m still blinking past the haze as Aiden drags his fingers out of me and starts to strip off the rest of his clothes. I trap my bottom lip between my teeth as I watch the way he pulls his pants off, his tattoos on full display as his clothes fall to the floor.
Dusk fell sometime after we left the hospital, and he didn’t bother to turn on the bedroom light, but I can still make him out in the blue-gray shadows of the room. Ambient light shines through the window, playing across the high planes of his cheekbones.
Holding my gaze, Aiden reaches down to stroke himself. I watch the way his hand moves, the way his cock seems to throb against his palm. I can see how swollen he is, how the tip leaks precum as he looks down at my body.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says, his voice low and deep. “I can’t be gentle right now, but Rose…” His nostrils flare. “Ineedto fuck you.”
My stomach flutters, a wash of arousal and nerves skating through me. But I nod.
“I don’t care if you’re gentle. I won’t break.”
A dark, possessive kind of desire fills his expression, his hand gripping the base of his cock tighter. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, little dove. The things I’ve imagined doing to you…”
“Try me.”
There’s a challenge in my voice, and maybe it’s stupid. No, scratch that. It’s definitely stupid to test this man when I know how on the edge he is, how violent and wild his emotions are right now.
But for some reason, despite everything that’s happened between us, I’m not afraid of him in this moment. Whatever he gives me, I can take it.
Aiden makes a noise in his throat, something so animalistic I almost expect to look over and see a wolf standing in the corner of the bedroom. Then he leans over me, his body hot and close. I feel boxed in, in the best possible way. He’s heavy and present, holding me down as he lines his cock up with my entrance.
