Butterflies erupted in my stomach. I slowly rose, discarding my shirt as I did so.
His eyes darkened with hunger as he stared at my taut breasts. Instead of reaching for them, he loosened the scarf’s knot and used the ends to pull me closer to him.
He hummed, a deep, melodic sound. “Perfect.” He kissed his way from my mouth to each breast, dropping to his knees. His lips grazed my stomach as he pinched my skirt button open.
The heavy material fell to the floor. His fist kept my scarf—and me—in place. He swept his mouth over my center and licked away some of the moisture on my thighs.
I trembled, clutching his silky hair. Gods, the pure joy I felt with him. I’d thought perhaps nothing could surmount our time in The Hollow. But knowing he loved me, after everythingwe’d been through, filled me with a fierce hope I hadn’t allowed before.
Aiden rose, his lips dragging along my skin as if he couldn’t bear to part with it. His glowing eyes captured me in their depths. He pulled the scarf harder, yanking our bodies flush against each other, our arousal evident between us.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, echoing my words about the scarf. “And I’m going to savor every inch of you. I’m going to map every cry you make, so I know just how to elicit it again. I’m going to make you mine, Kiera.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my heart full to bursting, my body on fire for him. “I’m already yours, Aiden.”
His eyes flared. Our mouths crashed together. This time, his hands wandered where they willed. Twisting in my hair. Brushing my hips and ribs. Circling my nipples. Clutching my ass.
I didn’t hold back either, marveling at every taut muscle, every inch of smooth and scarred skin, every place that made him gasp and groan—particularly when I wrapped my hands around his cock. He thrust against my fingers as if he couldn’t help himself.
I grinned and slid him into me like he belonged there.
He growled and grasped my knee, whirling me, until I was bent backward over the small table. The wood scraped my ass, but I didn’t care.
“So good. So fucking good,” I mumbled deliriously as he stroked into me.
I propped myself up, pushing my breasts forward. He immediately devoured one and then the other, never stopping his deep, pounding rhythm.
Gods, I’d never seen anything so erotic as Aiden bent over me, lost in his frantic desire for me. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked through me until they reached a cliff-shattering height.
I let out a ragged cry, the waves still pummeling me as mercilessly as he did.
“More, sweetheart, more. Take as much as you can,” he commanded gently.
His hazy green eyes soaked in every moment of my writhing until I started to calm and quiet. Then he picked up his pace, his brow taut. I lifted my legs over his shoulders, easing him farther in.
He swore and gripped my hips, slamming into me. His thumb circled my most sensitive flesh. I jerked under another shock of lightning just as he released with a long, agonized growl.
He leaned against the table, buried in me. Sweat dripped down his face that I brushed away with my thumbs.
“How’s your map looking?” I whispered.
He smiled and kissed my thumb. “Incomplete. I’ll need more than tonight. It must be perfect.”
I smiled back. “I hope it takes many, many nights then.”
He glowed with happiness.
I’d all but forgotten what I needed to tell him tomorrow. The contentment was too thick, too rich—it blocked out everything else.
Tonight, I was just a woman in love with a man who didn’t need to think about tomorrow.
Chapter 54
Aiden
I had thoughtit was impossible for someone to love me like this. Like Kiera did. With her whole heart, mind, and body.
We made love for hours. The way she looked at me felt like she was touching my soul, which added new pleasure to something that already felt like ecstasy.
