Page 91 of Thorns of Deceit
Aiden must have sensed my anxiety because he gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted my head,angling me so our kiss turned sensual, romantic, and maybe even emotional.
Carefully, I shifted, my legs wrapping around him as I straddled him, leaving me spread wide open and pushing against his erection.
It felt like he was attempting a slow seduction, taking this to the next level, which was a ludicrous thought since I was his wife. Nonetheless, the effort was getting to me, penetrating my walls, and a warning bell chimed in the back of my mind.
I grabbed his arms and dug my nails into his biceps. Maybe to punish, possibly to mark.
Aiden’s lips moved down my neck as he ripped his shirt off me.
“Hey,” I protested weakly.
“It’s mine,” he grunted, bending his head farther and reaching my breasts. “I have plenty others.”
Everywhere his mouth touched, my skin burned. I moved my hands up, running my fingers through his thick hair, as his lips brushed over the curve of my breast.
“I want you to fuck me,” I rasped. Was it smart? Probably not. Would it solve any of our problems? Again, no. But in this moment, I didn’t care.
I was shuddering with a need that only he could extinguish, and today, I decided to turn the tables.
“I want my husband’s cock inside me,” I moaned.
It had to be the right thing to say, because Aiden grinned. “I’m more than happy to oblige my wife.”
He stood me up, then dragged my panties down my legs, letting them pool around my bare feet. I stepped out of them, kicking them away. But then Aiden surprised me. He sat me down on the chair while he lowered to his knees.
He draped one leg over his shoulder and nosed at my folds, inhaling deeply.
“You’re soaked for me.”
“All for you,” I murmured.
I gasped as his warm tongue swiped at my already sensitive clit, and then he slid two fingers into me as he licked at my clit again.
“Oh my… Aiden,” I moaned, my voice descending into a whimper. I loved his roughness and the way he was stretching me with his fingers, pushing inside me.
He pumped his fingers in and out as his tongue traced patterns on my clit that had me seeing stars. Tension built in my spine and my legs trembled, pleasure threatening to explode at any moment.
My vision went blurry as he curled his fingers, finding just the right angle to make me cry out. I gripped his hair as I felt myself hurtling toward a climax.
But just as I was about to get there, he pulled his fingers and mouth away from me.
“No,” I whined. “I was so close.”
He smiled darkly. “You’ll come with my cock inside of you.”
He undid his pants, and my mouth watered at seeing his thick, hard shaft. He scooped me up, positioning me so I straddled him again.
He pushed inside me in one hard thrust.
“Now, wife, scream my name.”
And God help me, I did.
THIRTY-FIVE
AIDEN
Raven was asleep on the couch, curled into the cushions, wearing yet another one of my shirts, and fuck, I loved it. It felt right, like an unspoken admission that she belonged to me.
