“You’re beautiful,” she whispered.
“That mouth,” he answered, propping himself over her on one forearm and stroking her face before turning her lips to his. “Who knew it could be so sweet?” He spoke between deep, plunging kisses, tasting every inch of her again. Hand trailing lightly up her thighs, his fingers returned to his slow, relentless task, bringing her to tiny gasps, while she wished he’d take her further.
“Please,” she said between quickening breaths.
His hand stopped again, moving to grip her hips, squeezing them as he brought his mouth to her stomach and groaned, kissing her soft skin. He laved kisses and nips over her until he reached her breasts and paused.
“I’ve never heard you so polite. I think I like it.”
And then he took her peaked nipple in his mouth, sucking until her back arched and she was grasping at his flesh, one hand tugging his hair.
Pulling her down the desk, he settled his weight over her, his length slipping through her slick heat as he moved his hips. The hard, warm length of him set a fire in her, her hands trying and failing to pull him closer. A soft rumble sounded in Aidan’s chest as he watched her writhe beneath him. He rolled his hips into heragain, making her release a throaty sigh as a ripple of pleasure sated her for the briefest of moments.
Looking down, she bit her lip as Aidan took himself in hand, his crown teasing her entrance. Lifting her hips, she offered herself, but he withdrew only for a pathetic sound to escape her. She squirmed impatiently, and he appeared over her, his hand sweeping up over her throat.
“Hush,” he chided, his fingers now brushing her lips. She bit down, narrowing her eyes, tired of his teasing. He shook his head, a little grin playing on his lips.
And then the god of the dead dropped to his knees, kissing her feet that dangled off his desk. His kisses crawled up over her skin until his mouth replaced where he had just taunted her with his cock, his warm breath teasing over sensitive skin. Hand on her stomach, his mouth sank onto her, sucking and licking until her cries were wordless, and she was a sopping mess.
Satisfied, he stood and held her gaze as he wiped his mouth, and notched himself at her entrance. He waited, gently moving his head through her wetness as she panted, but he still didn’t move. The slow, torturous sensation continued until she broke, her eyes latching onto his burning blue ones.
“Please,” she said again, the sound half breath and barely formed.
“Your words are honey,” he murmured, one hand trailing over her breast, eliciting a shiver as his fingers grazed her nipple. Cock held against her, he canted her hips and sunk into her, controlling the motion even as he closed his eyes in strain, and a broken groan fell from his lips.
Breath by breath, he stretched her with his fullness. Leaning down, he bottomed out within her, capturing her mouth as she inhaled sharply, her eyes rolling back and a flush of heat sending her spinning.
He nipped her jaw. “See what happens when you say please?” He rocked against her gently, the subtle movement flooding her with pleasure as he allowed her to adjust to his size. She once againtried to encourage his movements, her body becoming increasingly desperate after being brought to the edge again and again with no fall, but he denied her, kissing her throat.
“Do you trust me?” His words vibrated against her skin, and she nodded. He hummed, softly running his hands over her waist. “Then relax. I promise you I won’t leave you wanting.”
The frantic energy within her melted back into a sweet, endless pool of anticipation. Her focus narrowed to every last tantalizing sensation, from the drift of his fingertips to the aching heat between her legs.
Pliant, she was a puddle of lust on his desk wearing nothing more than the small smile on her lips as she gazed up at him.
“Good girl, just like that.” He looked down at her with such pleased adoration it made her whole body boneless. She sank even deeper into her bliss at his praise, no longer worried, but simply lost in the heady space he had led her into. Aidan’s hands stroked her sides before firming his grip on her hips and adjusting his stance.
Holding her hips, he finally lengthened his thrusts, pausing at her entrance before sliding even more slowly back home to her. The slow drag of him against her walls had her breaths deepening and cheeks turning rosy as she allowed the sensations to pull her further under.
He had chased every thought from her mind, and all she knew was the rhythm of the god above her stoking her higher and higher. From her dark cloud, she bit down, the taste of his skin satisfying something in her even as she wanted more.
His thrusts turned languorous. Slow and luxurious, his cock moved in and out of her like he was savoring it. A deep, burning heat began to build, and this time she couldn’t control it. Liquid light poured through her, and every touch brought her closer to the beautiful death she sought. In her haze, she asked for more, her nose drawing up his neck and pulling in the drug of his scent.
“You asked so nicely,” his low voice slipped out, caressing her. “But I don’t think you’re ready.”
Aidan straightened from his half-bent position, bringing her upright against him only to take his time, watching himself disappear into her over and over. Lips against his chest, she kissed up his sternum, barely coherent and hanging off the edge he’d held her to.
“Fuck,” he groaned, forehead crashing down onto hers. “You’re perfect.”
Bringing his hand down between them, he pressed firmly against her, making small circles as he continued to pump in and out of her. A low moan from deep in her belly sounded, a harbinger of the pleasure about to consume her.
“Yes,that,” Aidan praised her, suddenly gripping the back of her neck and slamming her back onto the desk, leaning over her again and thrusting deeper and harder than before. The same almost guttural sound left her mouth, her legs wrapped up above his hips, digging in as he brought her closer. Eyes closed, the liquid light turned scorching and she lost herself to its waves. Sweat broke out across her skin, and his name fell like a plea from her lips into his mouth.
Hand in her hair, he tugged until her hazy eyes blinked open to meet his, her mouth half-open on a cry.
“I’m right here,” he growled. “Nowlet go.”
He thrust into her again, and her head threw back against the desk as she completely broke. The sweet endless bliss shocked through her in shimmering waves and convulsions against his skin. Through it all, she clung to him as he spoke softly against her hair.
