“I might not seem like it but I’m so fucking mad at you right now.”
“I might not seem like it, but I need you so fucking bad right now.”
A beat of silence goes. Two.
Three —
Aiden slowly peels his hand from my hair and pulls back enough to turn me around.
I glance up at him through blurry eyes. I feel like a mess.
All of it is a freaking mess.
He pulls me in his arms and lies me on the sofa and then he’s hovering over me, pulling himself on his elbows to not crush me.
The look in his eyes is like nothing I’ve seen before. It’s full of hate, but at the same time, there’s that thing.
Something I’ve seen before. Something like… affection?
But Aiden doesn’t do affection, right?
I reach a hand and run my fingertips over the side of his eye and that mole I fell in love with the first time I met him.
His face tenses and his shoulders stiffen the more I touch him. He grabs my hand and slams it on the sofa above my head.
He seems on the verge of something. What, I don’t know.
“Aiden.”
“Stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop calling my name with that tone. Stop looking at me with those damn eyes and engraving yourself under my fucking skin.”
My heart beats faster. This means I’m affecting him, right?
“You want me to tell you something, sweetheart? Anything?” He grits out.
I nod once, unsure where he’s going with this. He thrusts deep inside me. I arch off the sofa with the force of it.
Holy shit.
I think I’m going to come right here right now.
“You’re lucky, Elsa. You’re so damn lucky I like you enough to fuck up everything for you.”
And then he claims my mouth in a passionate, rough kiss.
28
Elsa
I wake up with a moan.
My legs are open wide and I’m tingling with ecstasy.
Holy shit.