Page 65 of Icebound Hearts

“Don’t worry, Goldie” he rasps. “We’ll make it fit.” I swallow hard, shifting onto my knees and moving closer. He stands above me, his cock level with my face.

“Damn, baby,” he groans. “You look like a fucking wet dream right now.” I wrap my fingers around him, stroking slowly, watching as his breath hitches.

I swirl my tongue around the tip, feeling his body tense.

“Fuck,” Aiden groans. “That feels so good, baby.” I take more of him, bobbing my head up and down, letting the tip hit the back of my throat. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my pace.

“God, you are unreal,” he mutters. I spit on the tip, stroking him faster, sucking harder, determined to ruin him. Aiden pulls back suddenly, lifting me and laying me flat on the bed. He crashes his lips onto mine, kissing me hungrily, his right hand palming my breast, fingers pinching my nipple. I moan when I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance.

“Fuck. I don’t have a condom. I didn’t know-” I shake my head, pulling him closer.

“I’m on birth control,” I whisper against his lips, arching my back to get more friction, “And I’m clean. I swear.”

“Me too. I promise.” Aiden says, restraint wearing thin. I nod as he kisses me

deeply, his hand running along my inner thigh.

Then, he pushes in. I gasp, my nails digging into his back as his cock stretches me open. Aiden stills, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, Angel,” he groans. “If you keep clenching my cock like that, this is gonna be over really quick.” I giggle, capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

Aiden pulls out and thrusts back in, hard. I cry out, pleasure crashing through me as Aiden starts thrusting in and out, his pace steady, deep, relentless.

“Fuck, Angel. I love how your cunt swallows me whole. Made just for me.”

His hand wraps around my throat, and I realize the pressure makes everything more intense.

“Harder, Aiden. I need more.” Aiden adjusts himself, placing a pillow under my hips, lifting my legs, slamming into me deeper. He grips my thigh, his eyes wild as he takes all of me.

“Tell me you’re mine, Angel Face,” he rasps. “Tell me this pussy belongs to me.” My lips part, his words only heightening the pleasure I’m feeling.

“All yours, Aiden. Only yours.” And when I come again, screaming his name, I know it’s true. I belong to him.

And God help me, because I think I always have.

Chapter thirty - one

KATERINA

The morning after is different. Not in a bad way—not in the way that makes me regret everything and push Aiden away like I probably should. But in a way that makes my heart feel too full, like it’s carrying something too big for my body to hold.

I wake up still tangled in his sheets, his arm draped over my waist, his body warm and solid against mine. I shift slightly, my muscles sore in the best way, and before I can slip out of bed,Aiden tightens his hold, pulling me back against his chest with a low, sleepy groan.

“Where do you think you’re going, Angel Face?” His voice is hoarse from sleep, rough and deep, making my stomach tighten.

I roll my eyes, though my lips twitch. “To get coffee.”

Aiden buries his face in my neck, pressing a slow, lazy kiss against my skin. “No.”

I shiver. “No?”

He smirks against my shoulder. “No. You’re staying right here.”

I huff a breath, twisting in his grip just enough to glare at him. “Are you kidnapping me, Knight?”

He tilts his head, pretending to think about it. “Mmm… that depends.”

“On?”

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