Does it make me enjoy it any less? Absolutely the fuck not.
His lips draw into a smirk, and heat pools low and thick in my belly. He takes my wrists one at a time and presses them into the shelves behind me. “Hold on to these and don’t let go. Can you do that?”
What I want to say is,Please, go faster, you’re killing me, but what I force out of my mouth is, “Yes.” There is a delicious ache in my shoulders, but no pain. I am blissfully at his mercy. Thoughts muddled. Worries eased. His touch is magic, and all my urgent concerns melt away. I whimper at the rush, already putty in his capable hands.
“Good. You’ll tell me if it becomes so uncomfortable you stop enjoying it.” It’s not a question.
“I will. I promise.”
At my words, Aiden inches closer. “Have I told you how beautiful you are, little wife?” One hand traces the curve of my body from my hip to my throat. How can one touch steal thevery voice from my throat? “Hmm? Have I told you? Or are you not answering because you want my hands on you? Want me to make you feel good so you don’t have to think about anything else?”
A desperate whimper is his answer, making him smile in understanding. “Poor, sweet baby. I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.” I expect him to use his hand, to get a weapon of some kind to abuse my body into submission. But what he does instead rocks me more than anything else ever could. He gets on his knees.
“Aiden, I—” He has to know how much this kills me. How heady it is to see him, a powerful, dangerous man, kneeling in front of me.
“I’m going to ask again. Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
“I don’t… No, I don’t think so.”
He plants a kiss above my clit. A gentle, teasing thing. So opposite to everything I’ve ever been told about the ruthless man in front of me that it knocks away the first lines of my defense, and I begin to tremble in his arms.
Aiden grins up at me as though he can read the panic flaring in my mind, and, fuck him, he probably can.
“You’re beautiful, Catriona. Every part of you. Want to know why I get on my knees for you the way I have no other person? Why you could run to the ends of the earth, and I’d follow you there?”
His arms wrap around my legs, and his tongue delves into the cleft between. The frustration at not being able to move, at only being able to accept what he gives me, has me throwing my head back and panting at the ceiling. I forget his question as he devours my pussy for several bone-melting minutes.
He stops to kiss my thigh. “Because I’m yours. I’ve been yours since the first moment I saw you. I’ve been chasing yousince that morning when I woke up and found my bed empty of you. You’re a beautiful, vicious thing, and as much as I’ve fought it, it turns out my wanting you is the one thing in this world I can’t seem to kill. So I’ve given up.”
“Aiden,” I gasp on a ragged breath. I’m hot all over. The bundle of nerves between my legs is screaming for his attention, and my heart pounds in my chest like it wants to break out from the cage of my ribs. I swallow hard and try to marshal my thoughts back into order, but I can’t help looking down at him, where he’s still kneeling for me, eyes on my face.
“I’m yours, Catriona. On my knees for you. I’d do anything for you, love. You understand?”
“I understand,” I breathe even though it’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to hear from anyone. Pressure builds in my chest, and I realize how terrible an idea it was to let a man like him inside my heart. Not because I think he might hurt me; he wouldn’t need to overpower me to do that.
No, because he sees me in a way no one else ever has, and now there’s no more running from him. No more hiding.
His hands cup my ass cheeks and lift me to his mouth, where he licks at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. The groan rumbling from him is buried in my pussy, against my sensitive clit, and I squeal at the rush of sensation. He’s mumbling against me, one word, over and over, but I can barely hear him over the thundering in my ears and my own bellowing lungs. It feels like I’ve run a mile, but I’ve barely moved a muscle.
The word he’s chanting finally registers. Yours.
Yours.
Yours.
Yours.
“Aiden,” I protest, but that’s all that comes out. I want to reach down to grip ahold of his hair, tell him it’s too much, but I promised. And I’m not sure I want him to stop anyway.
Everything about him wrecks me. I expected him to fuck me, dominate me, show me how much I belong to him. To have him on his knees at my feet, feeding me pleasure with his mouth… it cuts me up inside until I’m a quivering, bleeding mess for him.
What man has ever, ever prostrated himself like this? What man has ever worshippedme?
The answer is simple.
None.
I force my eyes to open, needing to see him kneeling for me. To bear witness to this and sear it into my brain. It reorganizes something inside me down at a cellular level, and my brows furrow, trying to sort it out, but my neurons are too fried by his wicked tongue to piece it together.
