My kiss is tentative. Experimental.
It’s the first time I initiate a kiss. The first time I kiss Aiden without him basically forcing it on me.
At first, it’s a slight press of my lips against his firm ones. Then, my tongue darts out and I lick his bottom lip over and over. Gaining more boldness, I pull myself up and slightly nibble on it before trailing soft kisses on the corner of his mouth.
The whole time, Aiden watches me with hooded eyes. Both his arms are taut as he leans his hands on the bed.
He’s not touching me.
My bold phase shrinks a little. Maybe he changed his mind, maybe —
“Fuck this,” Aiden groans as his lips crash to mine.
His kiss is the complete opposite of my gentle ones. Aiden kisses like a madman searching for his sanity. It’s always out of control. My breathing ceases when he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth and devours me.
That’s what Aiden does. He devours. He shreds me apart and strips me bare until he owns every part of me.
Now that he’s taking charge, I feel like I can… let go.
Let go.
What a weird sensation.
I was never tempted to let go before. If anything, I did everything by the rules so I wouldn’t have to let go.
Aiden’s body is all over me. His legs barge between my trembling thighs. His chest flattens my aching breasts. His hands are all over my hair, my cheeks, my face.
He’s all over me.
His raw intensity seeps under my skin and shoots straight into my veins. It’s contagious.
He’s contagious.
Aiden wrenches his mouth from mine, and we both pant, breathing each other in.
I’m caught in his stormy gaze.
Since the beginning, he’s always looked at me differently like we’re connected.
Like he knows me better than anyone else.
And maybe, just maybe, I wanted to know him better than anyone, too.
He breaks eye contact to fling my pyjamas’ top over my head. The cloth rubs against my hard, sensitive nipples, sending a chill of pleasure between my legs.
He palms one breast with a rough hand and grunts. “Did I tell you how much I love these?”
His fiery gaze never leaves mine as he sucks a nipple into his mouth and pulls at it with his teeth. He doesn’t bite, but the threat is there.
My eyes droop and a moan spills from my throat.
Still teasing with his teeth, he pinches the other nipple. His stormy eyes stay transfixed on me as if he’s challenging — or taunting me.
My fingers slide to his hair and I pull on the jet black strands. I don’t know if it’s to push or pull him.
And I don’t get to decide.
Aiden wraps a firm hand around my throat and bites down on my nipple so hard, pain shoots across my spine and pleasure pools in my core. His tongue laps around it, soothing the ache before he does it again. I cry out, my back arching.
I can’t move much because he’s imprisoning me by his grip on my throat.
It’s like falling down a cliff. There should be nothing pleasing about that because when I hit the bottom, I’ll be dead. But right now? I don’t think about the landing. I’m suspended in the act of falling. Beyond fear and self-imposed shackles, there’s a thrill, excitement. The… unknown.
I’m becoming addicted to it.
Still biting down on my nipple, Aiden reaches the other hand to yank down my pyjamas’ shorts. His fingers find my slick folds and he groans as he teases his way down.
My body feels like it’s been lit on fire while still falling down that cliff. A thousand goosebumps cover my skin and seep into my bones.
“Aiden…”
He lifts his head. Lust and something else I can’t put my finger on contort his face.
My fingers curl into his T-shirt and I attempt to pull it over his head. He clutches my fingers over his T-shirt, stopping me. Something crosses his handsome features. It’s fast, and maybe if I weren’t so much under his spell, I would’ve figured out its meaning.
The expression vanishes as fast as it came, and he yanks his T-shirt over his head.
He’s an athlete so the six-packs shouldn’t be a surprise, but the perfect proportions are a bit unfair. It’s like he’s shooting for a magazine.
Now that he’s bending his arms, the arrow tattoos seem to be pointing straight at his heart.
Or mine.
When my gaze slides back to his, he’s watching me with a hard expression like he’s waiting for me to pounce.
I have no doubt that if I do fight, he’ll fight back.
Depending on my choice, he’ll make it as ugly or as pretty as he deems necessary.
A queen or a pawn.
My fingers trace up his hard sides and to his taut stomach. I don’t know when touching him has become an addiction.
A pleasure.
A necessity.
What would it feel like to engrave myself under his skin?
That’s… a scary thought.
Aiden yanks down his trousers along with his boxer briefs.
He’s as hard as the other time — if not more.
It’ll hurt.
Why do I want it to hurt?
Without releasing my throat, he positions himself between my legs. His free hand cups my jaw. His stormy eyes forge a path straight into my soul. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
“You drive me crazy, too. It isn’t funny anymore.”
Aiden is the cliff.
Unknown.
Unplanned.
Unpredictable.
He’s my worst nightmare.
He’s also the closest thing I’ve had to freedom.
Aiden squeezes my throat and slams inside me.
He tears me apart in one go.
I shriek against his mouth.
It hurts.
Holy shit.
It fucking hurts.
It’s like being shred open from the inside by his size.
According to Aunt’s romance novels, other virgins in this situation would wait to adjust. They’d feel the need for the man to go easy.
Me? I want it to go on.
The pain. I want the pain to stay.
My body arches into Aiden’s. I grip his shoulders so tightly, my nails sink into the skin.
He freezes, eyes meeting mine, as he growls. “You’re a virgin? How the fuck are you a virgin? Why —”
“D-don’t stop.” I cut him off, slowly rocking my hips. “Take it.”
I want him to go hard on me because I need the pain, I don’t know why, but I just do.
The pain means I’m alive. I’m living this moment.
Considering Aiden’s rough nature, I expected him to accept the invitation.
Instead, he slowly rocks his hips forward, his thrusts are minimal as if he’s waiting for me to adjust.
Then… he kisses me.
It’s passionate but gentle. Our tongues dance in an erotic, slow dance. He releases my neck and he pulls me into him so I’m sitting on his lap. The new depth causes my knees to shake.
His thrusts become slow and deep and maddening.
I wanted the pain, but I got this euphoric feeling I didn’t know I needed.
Aiden smashed the illusion I had. He broke it and tore it to the ground.
Something inside me cracks.
My fingers thread into his hair and I kiss him back with an intensity that matches his. I meet the gentle rock of his hips with mine.
For what seems like forever, we kiss, letting our bodies get accustomed to each other. We kiss like it’s the last kiss we’ll ever have.
Like a disaster will happen if we stop kissing.
I try urging him to go harder by pulling on his hair, but he tugs on my hair back as if silently communicating he won’t follow my command.
Our limbs are so entangled that I don’t know where he starts and I begin. A sheen of sweat covers our bodies and the smell of sex lingers in the air like an aphrodisiac.
Aiden thrusts faster and sharper. A whimper-like moan escapes my lips when he hits a sensitive spot inside.
Without breaking his rhythm, Aiden pushes me so I’m on my back. His hands slip under my thighs and he flings both my legs over his broad shoulders.
He wraps his hand around my throat whether to keep me in place or as a threat, I don’t know.
And I don’t have time to think about it.
He pounds into me with renewed energy. The new angle causes my walls to contract.
The headboard creaks with every wild thrust and rock of his pelvis against mine. My heart palpitations are so fast, I’m scared I’ll have a heart attack.
It’ll be worth it.
“You’re so beautiful,” He groans, his rhythm turning rougher and faster with every word he says. “You’re maddening. You’re addictive. You’re fucking up everything.”
I don’t last.
Maybe it’s because of his words, the feel of him inside me, or his hand around my throat.
Or all of the above.
A wave slashes through me and I scream as I fall down with no landing in sight.
This orgasm is nothing like the ones I had before. It’s primal, raw, and so overwhelming that I can’t breathe.
Aiden continues his overwhelming onslaught, chasing his own orgasm. He goes on and on.
And on.
I’m at that delirious state like the other time. I feel so sensitive and sore, but I don’t want him to stop.
I crave the pain and the pleasure he brings.
I crave him.
His shoulders tense. I still, wanting to watch him fall over the edge as he did to me.
Aiden doesn’t let me.
He reaches down to my clit and teases it before thrusting into me one final time. I come again with a hoarse cry.
“Fuck,” he groans as warmth fills my insides.
Aiden remains inside me as he pulls me to him. My head rests on his chest, my ear against his heartbeat. His natural, but erratic heartbeat.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
I brush my lips against his skin and remain that way as my lids flutter closed.
Free.
Is this what freedom’s supposed to be like?
