Page 52 of The Duplicity of Thieves

Aedon gives me one last hungry look before he kisses me. It’s rough and dominating. Usually, I’m the one who has to take control. I gather his ruined shirt into my fists and pull him toward me, pressing my chest to his. It turns out there’s still a part of my brain that’s alive. His hand snakes up from where he grips me and slithers around my lower back, holding me against him.

His tongue prods the seam of my lips, and I let him in. My mouth salivates at the delicious taste of honey and bourbon. I come up for air, and start unbuttoning his shirt. He doesn’t make a move to stop me, just looks at me like he’s a spider that’s finally captured the prey, and now he’s going to suck the life out of me. Whether I’m soaking wet from the rain or my own arousal I don’t know, but I’m dripping either way.

Once his shirt is hanging open, he slides a finger into the waistband of my jeans and pulls me toward the bed. For one moment I hesitate, but I’m already this far in and we never finished what we started all those years ago. I oblige, and he shoves me down over the edge of the mattress. Leaning over me, he kisses me with his tongue again while he pops open the button at my waist. I wiggle eagerly as he slides my jeans off of me. He trails a finger at the edge of my thigh, and I arch my back with need.

Aedon smiles against my lips. “I don’t think you’ll need these.”

I hear the tearing of lace, and my underwear falls away. He stands and runs his hands along my legs, so I bend them at the knee and position my heels on the mattress, baring myself to him. He gently kisses me again, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. My hands snap down, stopping him just like I did in the alley. He waits for a moment, and gives me a quizzical look. I don’t know why I’m suddenly self-conscious of my scars.

“It’s alright,” he soothes me, retracting his hands.

I grab them and pull them back, placing his hands under my shirt on my torn-up stomach. I said I would stop letting Kate control my life, and I fucking meant it. He hesitates, and I nod confirmation. Slowly, he slides them against my skin, riding my shirt up until it’s scrunched under my breasts. He clutches it, and I lift my back so he can slide it over me.

Once I’m completely naked, he takes me in. He doesn’t ask about the symbols. A finger drags from my shoulder to my belly button, appreciating me. His lips meet mine one last time before he starts trailing kisses down my throat, eliciting a frustrated groan from me. This is pure torture; worse than the kind I’ve inflicted before. I’ve been doing it all wrong.

Aedon lands his soft kisses on my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking. My nerves ignite as I struggle to stay still, but he takes it in between his teeth and pulls. More blazing want electrocutes me. I arch back slightly, biting my lip with heavy eyes. He continues down to my hips, until his face is between my legs. He holds them apart, and kisses the inside of each thigh.

“Aedon,” I whine.

“I love the way you say my name. You should do it more often,” he growls, sliding a finger between my wet folds.

“Make me,” I dare him. It’s a mistake. I know it as I speak it. He grips my hips, and pulls me to the edge of the bed.

“Don’t worry, little devil. You’ll be screaming it by the time I’m done with you.”

Before I know it, his head is between my legs. His tongue glides expertly over my clit. I toss my head back, and squeeze my eyes shut. He’s fucking gifted. His tongue slides back over me, and into me. His fingers prod at the opening of my pussy, and I squeeze my thighs together around his head. His face emerges, and he bites his bottom lip, plunging his fingers into me.

I’m breathless and speechless. My eyes roll into the back of my head. It has been four years since I’ve felt anything like this. Since the first time I saw him. After a few strokes he stops. When I look down, he’s staring at me.

“Say my name,” he growls.

Goosebumps blossom across my skin.

“Aedon,” I whisper.

His fingers curl around my inner wall, resting along a spot that sends pulses through me. “Louder.”

“Aedon.” It’s loud and desperate.

He starts again, lapping at my sensitive bud, bringing me closer to the edge with each movement. I grab his wrist trying to stop my impending orgasm.

“Don’t,” he warns, prying my hand away and sliding it into his hair instead. I intertwine my fingers with his wet strands, and he hums, sending shivers up my spine.

“I don’t want to come,” I beg. “Not yet.”

He runs his tongue along me again. It has been too long since anyone has touched me, and it was never this good. “You won’t come until I tell you to, love. Do you understand?”

I grit my teeth. “Okay. Yes.” My knuckles are white, gripping his dark brown locks.

He withdraws his fingers. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Aedon.” There is a panic rising. He can’t leave me like this. My orgasm starts to painfully recede.

He stands, unbuttoning his pants. His shirt still hangs around him, sending a flutter through my entire body, all the way to my toes. He pulls his dick out over the zipper, and it’s about as menacing as he is. He slides his jeans off, and it falls forward, standing erect. Veins run along the thick shaft up toward a pronounced head. He’s big, long enough to be almost too deep. A glistening bead rests on the tip.

I will do anything to take it all. This man has turned me into a ravenous lunatic in moments, like I’ve been starving for sex since the day I surfaced from Lethe. I guess I have been.

Aedon slides the head of his cock through my juices, and then rests it at my opening. I’m holding my breath, waiting at the gates of Tartarus for the monsters to dig their claws in and drag me down. This is sin if there ever was such a thing. I try to move and force him to push into me, but his self-control is out of this Universe. He grabs my hip bones and digs his fingers in. I have no doubt there will be bruises tomorrow.

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