“That’s right,” Aiden says, his chin glistening. “Do you get it yet, little wife?” At my shaking head, he smiles. “No? Well, we’ve got all the time in the world for me to convince you. And I promise… I can be very convincing.”
I open my mouth to protest, but his tongue spears inside me at the same time as his fingers scissor over my clit, and all those protests wither, forgotten in the back of my throat, as a hoarse moan spills out instead.
He pinches the sensitive flesh until it throbs, then lets go, blood immediately rushing back to the space. He does this over and over as he fucks me with his tongue, and when I come, almost delirious, he drinks it down, a rumble of approval vibrating through his chest.
When I’m nothing but a quivering mess, covered in sweat and hanging limply, Aiden rises to his feet, hands at my waist to steady me. He makes soothing noises in the back of his throat, scattering kisses over my available skin. His praise filters through the white noise in my head:You’re so good. Such a sweet girl. Take it so well for me. You can take a little more. I’ve got you, love. That’s it. Let me help you.
When I can see through the haze of tears—I hadn’t even realized I was fucking crying again—I see he’s got me cradled in his arms. He spins my limp body around until I’m facing one of the windows between the shelves. My fingers grasp at the frame, arms stinging with renewed blood flow, but it’s luscious, almost too much sensation.
I think he’s going to fill me up and fuck me until I scream, but no, he has more devastating plans for me than that. It would be too easy, and Aiden’s never been easy.
There’s the sound of rustling fabric, and I nearly sob again at the thought of him giving me skin. I’ve given up the thought of speech; I’m simply incapable. He presses his body against my back, and that’s enough. I take long, deep breaths until I get myself under control, but of course, that’s not what he wants.
“You can take more, can’t you, baby?”
I nod, and I hate myself for it. But I’ll take whatever he has to give.
“I’m yours, Catriona. On my knees for you. I’d do anything for you, love. You understand?”
For a man who could say those words to me?
I’d do anything for him.
Anything.
Take his punishments.
His pain.
Lie.
Kill.
There isn’t anything Iwouldn’tdo for him.
As though he knows it, his hand comes around to tease and tempt. Starting with my sensitive, neglected nipples. His mouth at my throat, he uses his fingers to pluck the tips into defiant peaks and nips at my ears until I can’t tell which is riling me up more. I grind my ass into his crotch and he’s so hard, Iachefor him.
“Aiden, please,” I beg.
“Please, what?”
“I want you inside me.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. Not yet. I want you crazy for me. Want you to know what a day in my life is like since you stormed your way into it.” His teeth ravage my neck, and he licks away my tears. His fingers are the devil’s work, kneading and pinching my breasts and nipples until I think I could come only from his hands on them. My hips flex against him, pressing back into his heat, but he’s an impenetrable wall, seemingly unaffected by my slow unraveling.
“Feel how desperate you are? How much you crave me? That’s how I’ve felt everyfuckingminute since I met you. My thoughts have been of nothing but you for months. My dreams. My nightmares. I haven’t been able to focus on anything but having you. Then you showed up at that fucking dinner, and I realized I couldn’t have you. Not if I wanted to keep you safe. Don’t you understand?”
He moves closer, shifting one hand until he can fit two thick fingers inside me. I whimper, sob, probably scream, and I hope to God no one can hear me. It’s not like this place is soundproof, considering the open walls. People flit down the sidewalks outside the window. Cars rush by. And I’m falling to pieces above them. The thought that they could look up and see me fills me with lightning. Sparks travel from his fingertips to my skin. We’re electric.
“I’m not going to stop. Not until you give me everything that you are. It may not be tonight. Or this year. Or five years from now, but I’m going to claim every piece of you, Catriona O’Connor. Because I’m yours, and you’re fucking mine.”
Fingers piston inside me, harder than I thought possible. Usually, I need a little working up to get there like this, but the orgasm bowls me over like a landslide.
I stiffen against him, a scream tearing from my throat. My legs collapse like a house of cards, simply folding underneath me. I give half a thought to possibly slamming into the floor, but Aiden catches me against the safety of his body. Lips to my ear, he croons those words of praise again:You’re so good. Such a sweet girl. Take it so well for me. You can take a little more. I’ve got you, love. That’s it. Let me help you.
Carefully, Aiden unlatches me from the hook, then unwinds the restraints around my hands, which have turned a light shade of purple due to the slight restriction. My legs go around his hips as he cradles my palms in his, massaging to soothe and tease. Head resting against his chest, I finally become cognizant enough to hear the wild thunder of his heartbeat.
Without thought, my lips find his, tipping up and searching until our mouths fit together. With a sound of animal need, his tongue thrusts inside, filling my mouth with the heady taste of him. I drink from him, nipping at his lips, and conclude I’d never need to eat or drink or breathe again if only he’d spend the rest of my life kissing me. I could survive simply by stealing the very air from his lungs.
