My eyes drop to the floor. “You came.”
He comes to stand in front of me. I don’t look up as he presses his cheek against mine. He whispers hopelessly into my ear, “You called.”
There’s little I can do to stop Aidan as he lifts me up onto the bar, but why would I fight it? I’m exactly where I want to be.
His hand splays across the front of my throat possessively—the same way I’ve come to know and love—and he yanks the collar of my shirt down to kiss my collarbone. I curl into him. There’s been so much said between us over the last few hours but not enough touching. Not enough physical affection. This is what I’m good at. I can show him how I feel much better by the way I kiss him, by the way I bring him pleasure.
I lift my arms above my head so he can remove my sweatshirt.
His thumb presses against my bottom lip and forces my mouth open. I suck on it teasingly, and he drags his wet finger down my chin. “You’re fucking intoxicating.”
I believe him, and it makes me feel more confident. More beautiful.
He pulls me off the bar in a rush to remove the rest of my clothes. We’re both naked by the time he turns me around and bends me over the nearest table. I stretch my arms wide as he spreads my ass, my entrance on full display and the cool air kissing the wetness as I shiver.
Aidan’s thumb glides over my pussy and I moan. “You’re wet,ma douce, but not enough.” Then he leans over me, chest pressed into my back as his hair falls over his forehead and his mouth hovers above my ear. “I’m going to bite you.”
Though it’s said like a proclamation, I know he’s looking for my consent, so I nod my head wildly as my cheek sticks to the surface of the table.
Aidan straightens and fists the cheek of my ass. “Right here. Is that alright?” I nod again. “Good. Now that you know what it feels like, you’ll let me sink my teeth wherever I want, won’t you?”
Just the sound of his voice, the words coming out of his mouth, are enough to make me gush between my thighs.
I feel him drop to his knees behind me, then without warning, his canines pierce my plump skin. I feel blood dripping down the slope of my ass. It’s hot and sticky, and when it reaches my pussy, I gasp. He bites deeper, causing a fresh gush to flow over my skin, and between my slick arousal and my own blood, I’m completely drenched.
Aidan detaches himself and I hear him gasp for breath. Leaning over me again, he slides his hand beneath my chin and lifts my head. “Look there,” he says, referring to a mirror I hadn’t noticed before. It’s skinny and stretches the length of the wall, reflecting the bar’s gold trim back at us. Aidan’s mouth and chin are covered in my blood. He looks like an angelic monster from my wildest dreams.
My monster.
“Watch while I take you this time,” he commands.
I can’t look away.
His cock thrusts into me gradually, allowing me to make room for every inch. His tempered torture makes me extremely sensitive and swollen to the point that I’m a quivering mess.
In and out.
In and out.
Finally, he hits the deepest part of me, and I cry out his name. I hope the windows and doors are soundproof, because my voice goes hoarse from the effort. He drives into me, hands sizzling against my skin wherever he touches me, and I ignite, grasping for purchase in the mess he’s made of me.
He draws it out for so long I start to feel dizzy, but just when I think I’m incapable of taking any more pleasure, he coaxes me through a mind altering orgasm that rocks my entire nervous system.
Aidan lets out a deep groan of pleasure as he comes, cupping my ass firmly. “Fuuuck, Jo.”
Before either of us have recovered, he lifts my limp body so I’m flush with his chest. He cups my throat and guides my jaw with his index and middle finger so that I’m looking straight into the mirror again. My cheek is smeared with blood, and I gaze at it proudly like a brand.
“Look at the wreck you’ve made of me,” he says, voice low enough it sends a shiver down my spine. My eyes roll back involuntarily, but he spins me around to face him. He licks the blood from my face and releases a deep throated moan of satisfaction.
He’s wrecked me just as perfectly, so much that I’ll never be satisfied with anyone else. I want to mark him the way he’s left his marks on me.
I hold his stare, his gray eyes devouring me as I ask, “Can I bite you?”
Aidan isn’t surprised by my bizarre request—at least, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he grins wickedly, his canines on full display, and helps me sit on the table that’s now smeared with blood.
“Where?” he asks as he shows me the long plains of his body. His broad chest and his lean torso.
I try to think of the best place—somewhere only I’ll be able to see. Twirling my finger, I motion for him to turn around, and he does so confidently, arms spread wide as he shows off his birthday suit. Then I tap his cute little ass with one finger. “There.”
