I don’t stop to think about the consequences.
I just let myself be.
The kiss might’ve started on my lips, but it possesses my entire body. It pools in my stomach and races down my spine. It paralyses my limbs and awakens my internal organs.
His teeth nibble on my lips, his hand fists in my hair, angling my head back so he can get better access. His tongue finds mine, feeding off me, tasting me, inhaling me.
I do the same.
I consume him as hard as he consumes me.
If a kiss had a purpose, this one would be all about finding each other. It’s about a connection that existed since the moment I laid eyes on Aiden in that basement.
Everything started then and it’s since refused to end.
For the longest time, I tried to fight our connection, but it keeps winning.
Losing never felt so good.
My arms wrap around his neck as I kneel, mirroring him. My fingers run into his black strands, and he groans into my mouth.
It makes me proud, that groan. It makes me proud to bring him pleasure and have this effect on him.
Still clutching me by the hair, Aiden tugs on it. My back hits the cold ground, but my burning skin hardly registers it.
He crawls atop of me, larger than life. His solid body covers mine, his muscles and arms mould to my curves like we’re two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle coming together.
He’s everything I shouldn’t want, and also everything I need.
He shoves his knees between my thighs, and they part of their own accord. He doesn’t even have to try twice. I hiss out a whimper at the contact of his trousers against my most intimate part.
Still kissing me, he yanks my skirt up and loosens his belt with the other hand.
The air ripples with tension and heat. I can taste it on my tongue and sense it with the goosebumps covering my flesh.
I curl my nails into his jacket, breathing heavily against his skin. He stole my breath, my heart, and my freaking sanity.
Aiden isn’t only a monster, but he’s also a thief — the kind who never gets caught.
“A-Aiden… Anyone can walk in.” Even as I say the words, wetness shamelessly coats my thighs.
“Fuck them.” Aiden grips my chin with two fingers as his other hand yanks my boy shorts down my legs. “I need you, sweetheart. I fucking need to be inside you like I need air.”
I need you, too.
But I don’t have to say it aloud. Aiden must’ve read it in my eyes. He really knows me more than I know myself.
He wraps a hand around my throat and thrusts balls deep, filling me whole. I gasp, but no sound comes out.
He stole my ability to breathe, talk, or even think.
He stole my fucking heart and soul, and there’s no way I’ll be able to get them back.
He’s a thief, remember? A damn thief.
“Fuck, fuck!” His entire body tightens with the force of his initial thrust. I can feel his rigid abs without having to touch them.
/> My eyes brim with tears. Could be due to being filled by him.