Page 105 of Forbidden Empire
It felt like I might die if I didn’t get it.
Once his shirt hit the floor, my hands were all over him. Hard shoulders. Biceps that probably bench-pressed small cars. Forearms, taut and corded, my fingers lacing with his as he kissed me like he hadn’t eaten in days.
I felt the same. Starving for him. Ridiculous, because we’d just had sex a few hours ago.
And his little speech? About how I should go with it for tonight, just for now?
My brain decided to buy that. Like he’d slipped me a hall pass to drop all my usual hangups, at least for tonight.
Surrender, he’d said. And then, if I wanted, I could bolt those walls back up tomorrow, no harm, no foul.
But right now?
I was doing what he wanted.
I found myself just giving in to him, letting my body go, allowing every part of me to react to every kiss, every touch, every single thing he pulled out of me, even the stuff buried way down deep where I didn’t like to look.
But submit? Hell no. Not even close.
There was a difference, and it mattered. Aidon wasn’t trying to boss me around. He wasn’t looking to make me heel. He wasn’t trying to win or prove anything; he just took what I wanted to give.
And the truth was, I wanted him to have everything. All of it. In that wild, rough, no-holding-back kind of way.
The kind that burned.
Bodies tangled together. Wanting to get hotter and louder, until it felt like too much.
Skin against skin.
Mouths meeting, hungry.
Hearts beating, hard…
Yeah. That.
He broke away from my mouth, lips drifting to my neck and pressing kisses along the side, soft and slow. I let my head tip back, a shudder running through me as his mouth worked over that sensitive skin.
A low sound slipped from me, something between a moan and a gasp, my back arching so my breasts could press harder against his chest.
He trailed tiny kisses down my neck, stopping at my collarbone. His tongue flicked out, a quick dart that made me shiver. He didn’t stop there.
He kept going, lips slipping down the top of my breasts until he was at my nipple, his mouth closing around it.
A cry tumbled out of me, sharp and needy, as my nipple hardened under his touch. He bit down, just enough for a jolt of pleasure, his teeth grazing, teasing, until I was gasping again.
“Harder!” I demanded, arching my back like I was offering him everything.
He made a sound, a low, rough growl, and his teeth sank harder into my nipple, making me cry out, not in pain, but something filthy and bright.
He let go, leaving my nipple wet and throbbing from the attention, then dragged kisses across my chest, stopping only when he bit down on my other nipple.
“God, Aidon,” I groaned, fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head closer, as if I could pull him through me.
He bit again, sharper this time, and the sensation ripped the breath from my lungs. Every bite sent shocks straight to my clit, which was now throbbing and desperate for more.
He moved further down, licking and nibbling at my belly, before pausing at the top of my pelvis. His tongue darted out to lick that sensitive spot just above my pussy.
My thighs twitched in response, and my entire body felt like it was strung tight and blazing with need.
