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He doesn’t need anything else. He kisses me, pulling me to sit on his lap. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me close until there’s not even an inch of space between us. His warm lips move in a frenzy against mine, the passion and unspoken words causing my stomach to do a backflip.

Cove picks me up, the thick blanket falling to the floor. He doesn’t stop kissing me while carrying me upstairs to the bedroom where I woke up today. Gently, he lays me on the bed, looking down at me.

“We’ll try something different this time.’’

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Aria’s breathing is shallow, her cheeks rosy. It’s fucking adorable how she can act like a slut one second, then get all shy the next one. The sight of her sprawled on the bed in front of me makes my cock stir in my pants. It doesn’t help that she’s wearing one of my shirts that’s too big on her.

I get on top of her, slowly unbuttoning the buttons, going from top to bottom. She shivers as I reveal more of her soft skin, my eyes hungrily on her chest. The marks, bites, and hickeys I left on her are still very visible, in a deep shade of red and purple.

Fuck, she looks good all marked up by me.

I lean down, kissing her neck, my hands softly stroking her sides. A small moan slips from her, her hands reaching up to map out my chest and torso. She doesn’t leave a single inch of my skin untouched, and it only makes my cock twitch in my pants.

Her soft skin tastes like honey mixed with red wine. From the moment I tasted her last night in that awful restroom, I became addicted. I never knew how quickly a man could get addicted to a woman, but this is the living proof of it.

Slowly, I push the shirt off her shoulders, and she lifts a little, helping me get it off completely. It’s tossed down to the floor and never spoken of again. My mouth continues to taste her delicate throat, the goosebumps on her skin serving as motivation to keep going.

I distance myself from her, and I swear, I could come right now in my fucking pants.

Her eyes are glossy, filled with intense need and desire. She gives me that sleepy eye look, and it’s enough to have me panting. I get off her and walk to the small dresser in the corner of the room. I rummage through the drawers until I spot a wooden box, then return to the bed, sitting next to her.

Anticipation blooms in her eyes, glancing between the box in my hands and my face. Her brow lifts ever so slightly in question, and I don’t want to tease her. I pop it open and pull out long, silky restraints. A small gasp slips from her lips, and she sits up.

“You want to use these on me?’’ She asks, taking one in her hand and inspecting it.

“Yes,’’ I confirm. “I won’t gag or blindfold you, so just remember your safe word.’’

“Alright.’’

“Do you trust me?”

Aria’s eyes snap to mine, and she doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes.’’

“Good, lie back down for me.’’

Aria listens, lying on her back. I part her legs wide, then tie them up against the footboard. When I picked out the bed frame, I found it odd that both the footboard and headboard had holes in them. Now, it seems this could be the perfect reason to use it.

I make sure it’s securely tight so it won’t come undone, but not too tight to leave any marks. Aria’s eyes carefully follow every movement I make, staring at my hands as I tie up the silk around her ankles. I lift her foot and press a soft kiss on the ankle before moving toward her hands.

Once both of her hands are tied above her head, I pull out a small pocket knife from the bedside table. Her brows crease slightly, but excitement overpowers the uncertainty in her gaze. She bites her lips as I get on my knees between her legs.

Aria releases a breathless chuckle, fisting her hands. My eyes flicker to her eyes, then I bend over and slowly kiss her stomach. Her body pushes into my mouth, needing to feel more of it. I chuckle, slowly making my way up toward her chest.

My tongue darts out and flicks her erect nipple, and her eyes close, moans filling the room. I take her breast into my mouth, sucking on her sensitive bud, then gently grazing my teeth all over it. Her heart picks up the pace, the sound of it beating filling my ears.

My eyes meet hers, and a low groan slips from me. Her pupils dilate slightly, her eyes are wide, and she’s soaking up the feeling of my mouth on her chest. Her lips part, a breathless whine coming out like the sweetest melody, something I want to continue hearing until the day I die.

“Such pretty sounds,’’ I hum, releasing her nipple with a pop. I straighten up, tracing the tip of the blade over her collarbone. It’s sharp, but not sharp enough to harm her. Her eyes follow the blade’s movement, breath hitching in her throat.

“Cove,’’ she whines, and my body tenses. I pull the blade down, reaching her underwear. In a swift motion, I slice through the thin fabric of my boxers, then roughly pull them, throwing them across the room.

“You’re fucking soaked,’’ I chuckle. I throw the knife in the air, watching as her eyes widen. It spins a couple of times, and I catch it by the blade, ignoring the stinging sensation as my palm tightens around it. My eyes are focused on hers as I slowly use the knife’s wooden handle to part her glistening folds, soaking it.

She shudders, biting her lip.

I rub her swollen clit with it, teasingly probing at her entrance. She tenses momentarily, then relaxes as the handle is removed, going back to her clit, pressing on it. A whimper comes from her pretty lips, and a smug smirk tugs on the corner of mine.

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