I’m a writhing, crying mess beneath him, but I can’t tell him to stop.
I don’t want to.
I haven’t felt such an onslaught of emotions in my life before and I’m craving it.
I’m craving more.
Is crazy contagious? Because I’m starting to feel as depraved as Aiden.
Just like with his fingers, the soothing massaging is just a build up before he tortures me with his bites again.
He does the same to the swell of my breasts and the soft skin of my stomach before travelling down.
“Should I ask, sweetheart?” His voice is husky and filled with the deep lust that’s coursing through my veins.
His fingers curve into the hem of my underwear before bringing it down my legs.
I shudder when cold air hits my sensitive, wet folds.
Aiden sniffs the air and grins.
I see the devil in his eyes, and the first thought is… I want that devil.
How can I want
a devil?
“I can smell your arousal.” He growls. “What am I going to do with you now?”
Chapter Twenty-One
Aiden grips each of my thighs, spreads them wide, and lowers himself between them.
For long seconds, he just studies me. I’m glad I always keep it shaved down there. I can’t get a clear look at him, but I can feel him.
His harsh breaths. The heavy rise and fall of his shoulders. His brute strength gripping both my thighs to keep me spread-eagled for his eyes.
He’s only watching me, but that’s enough for a primal sensation to hit me.
It’s like he’s burning and melting me with his gaze.
“Aiden…”
I don’t know why I call his name. All I know is that I can’t bear the suffocating tension.
“Hmm. You’re wet.” He releases a thigh to trace a thumb up my folds. “Were you wet since I kissed you? Or after I threw you on the bed?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“I love kissing you.”
So do I.
Damn me, so do I.
“Your lips were made for me, sweetheart.” He pauses. “Everything about you was made for me.”
He places a chaste kiss on my folds. The contact is so intimate, so… crude that a shudder crawls down my spine.