Page 12 of Piercing Eyes

He starts to move his fingers in deliciously slow circles. “And this?”

A high little moan escapes my lips. Aiden smiles, the darkness in his eyes gleaming.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmurs.

He continues to touch me, watching me ache under his control. I don’t know why it’s so hot that he’s touching me fully clothed, but it is. My panties are growing damper by the second. My nipples are hard, visibly pebbled against the fabric of my dress. Much more of this, and I’m going to come.Oh, God.But what I really want is for him to fuck me, to thrust his big cock into me…

“Aiden,” I choke out.

“Yes, beautiful?”

Him calling me that almost makes me come right then and there. I gasp for breath. “Take my dress off and fuck me.”

“No.”

What?“No?” I echo.

“Not yet.” The pace of his fingers on my clit picks up. “There are things I want to do to you first.”

My breath hitches. “Like?”

“Touch you. Make you come. Then lick you and make you come again.” He brushes his lips over mine, the corner of his mouth tilted up in a smile. “And, if you’re hungry for it, feed you my cock.”

I can’t stand it. He can’t possibly expect to talk to me like that and not tip me over the edge. I let out a cry as intense pleasure crashes over me, weakening my knees. Aiden gives a satisfied grunt of approval, kisses me, and then drops to his knees. I’m still recovering from my orgasm as he pushes up the silk of my dress and tugs off my panties.

Then his mouth is on me and his tongue is exploring, groans of pleasure rising out of his throat as he tastes me. I thread my hands through his thick hair, in a daze that doesn’t feel real.

Aiden takes his time, drawing out each lick, backing off when he can tell I’m getting too close to coming again. It’s maddening but also feels so damn good. Over and over again, he brings me close, then eases up, then brings me close again.

Somehow, it feels too soon when he makes me come. I let out a loud moan as another huge wave of pleasure washes over me, Aiden’s name threaded through the sound.

And when he rises up onto his feet and kisses me, pressing that massive cock against me again, I feel an intense rushof contentment knowing this man isn’t leaving my apartment anytime soon.

7

AIDEN

So this is what it feels like to be in love.

Really in love, I mean. The kind that rewrites every plan you ever made.

Rory is curled against my side, still asleep, her breath warm on my chest. Looking at her now, I can hardly believe she’s real. That after everything—the history between us, the weeks of wanting her, the torture of keeping my distance—she’s here in my arms.

I realized I was in love with her sometime between the third and fourth time I made her come apart. She was moaning my name, squeezing those gorgeously thick thighs around my waist, and I felt a surge of emotion like I’d never felt before.She’s the one, I found myself thinking.She’s the one I’m meant to be with. Not just for a while, but for the rest of my life.

Rory stirs against me, and I hold still, wanting to catch every second of her waking up. Her eyes flutter open, immediately finding mine.

“Morning,” she says, groggy with sleep.

I laugh softly and lean down to kiss her forehead. “Good morning.”

“Oh God, my hair must be a mess.” Her hand moves to smooth it down.

“Leave it messy.” I trap her hand in mine. “It’s sexy as hell.”

She laughs and lets her hand fall back to the pillow. Her eyes lock with mine, a look of gentleness coming into her face. “Did last night really happen?”

“You mean did we really have mind-blowing sex five times?” I trace my fingers over the soft curve of her chin. “Yep. I distinctly remember every single time you screamed my name.”

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