“You know damn well I did.” He makes a low growl sound that sends shivers down my spine, and grabs the back of my thighs, bringing me on top of him on the midnight black sofa.
“Good thing, then, we have all night to remedy that.” I purr in his ear as my hands find their way under his shirt, feeling every bump and ridge of his muscular torso.
Khain wastes no more time and grabs a fistful of my hair, crashing his soft lips against mine, his tongue prodding immediately. I part my lips and let the kiss deepen as his tongue explores my mouth, eliciting a low moan from me. Our tongues swirl around each other, and I nip at his bottom lip, his fingers tightening in my hair in response.
“Gods, Aimee, I want you so fucking bad,” he rasps and pushes his hips upwards, letting me know the truth of his words. And what a glorious truth that is.
“Then have me, Khain,” I murmur between kisses. “I’m all yours for the remainder of the night.”
Khain takes his time unhooking my leather bra, exposing my plump breasts to his inquisitive eyes. He pauses for a second to drink me in before latching his mouth onto one of my taut nipples. He teases me by licking and sucking while grabbing the champagne bottle from the table and uncorking it.
“First, I want to taste this delicacy,” he says as he pours the bubbly liquid onto my chest. He laps the champagne from my breasts, his tongue twirling, tasting, biting, and a gush of wetness pools between my thighs. I luxuriate in the heady feeling deep in my belly as I start rolling my hips on hishardness. The friction is exquisite, and we both moan in unison as he flips us on the couch, settling himself between my thighs.
His movements become frenzied as he slides my glittery thong down my legs and starts unfastening his pants.
To be wanted with so much fervor, yet to have the power to end it all with a simple word, makes my blood boil in a way that nothing else does.
I am the one in control here.
The knowledge that he could overpower me in an instant, but that he would never in a million years do such a thing, makes me feel invincible.
Unstoppable.
Almost magical.
I promised myself a long time ago that I would never again feel powerless when it came to this. Sex is a double-edged blade, and I would not once be on the wrong side of that blade ever again.
Not like when I was barely entering womanhood and… No, no, no! I push the unwelcome thoughts away, slamming a heavy mental door against them.I will not let the dreadful echoes of the past ruin the heady pleasure of this moment. They’ve sullied enough already.
I grab his rock-hard cock and press the crown of his erection against my glistening folds.
“Take me, Khain. I want to feel you inside me now!”
He crushes his lips against my own as he angles his body just the right way and enters me in one swift thrust of his hips. The fullness is absolutely delicious, and I meet him halfway, thrust after thrust, as he pins both my hands above my head.
“Heavens above, gorgeous! You’re so wet for me.”
Khain grabs my thigh and pushes my knee towards my chest, driving into me frantically.
The scorching need in me bubbles to the surface, and I know I am moments away from my climax. I moan and writhe against him, chasing my own pleasure with urgency.
His mouth clamps down on my nipple, and the sting of his bite takes me overboard. I explode in a rush of tingles that wash over me from head to toe. My inner walls squeeze him in a death grip, and the tensing of his muscles lets me know he’s almost there too. His movements become sloppy, and with two final, powerful thrusts, he spills into me as my name falls repeatedly from his sweet mouth.
He makes me come twice more throughout the night, with his mouth and his cock.Each release is sweeter than the last, and I feel my mind finally unwinding. I can almost agree with Sariah. Sex is a potent remedy for my anxiety. Drowning my brain in endorphins is therapeutic as hell. Too bad it doesn’t last.
Hours later we lie spent, our limbs tangled in the satin sheets of the bed. My head is on his chest as his arms wrap around me almost protectively. I am sated and content, and as I’m drifting to sleep, I hear him whisper into the silence of the chamber. “I desire to do this for real, Aimee. To hold you every night, for the rest of our lives. To get lost in each other on our own terms. I want to love you in the daylight.”
“Mmm” is my non-committal answer, before slumber takes me under.
Such a pity, though. Unbeknownst to him, this had been our last night together. With just a few tender sentences, he has brought our time together to an abrupt end.
CHAPTER 4
Aimee
Ipushopenthebackdoorto the courtyard, and my little feet slap the wooden planks of the porch as I take off in a sprint towards the big shed in the back.
It’s the middle of the summer in Vroni, and the air is already warm and sweet in the early hours of the morning. The grass tickles my toes, and I’m so giddy to see my new best friend. My only friend, with chocolate brown fur, the shade almost as my hair. The puppy was a gift from grandma for my birthday a few weeks ago. Well, actually, I found him near our townhouse and brought him in, and grandma said I could keep him, although daddy disagreed. But grandma said yes, and daddy isn’t around that much either, always being held in Ibrok for court dealings.
