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His head lifted, and he spoke, his voice nothing more than a guttural rumble. “Come for me. Come all over my fingers and face.”
Aiden didn’t give her a chance to answer; he probably knew she couldn’t. Instead, he resumed dragging his tongue up her slit and swirling it around the swollen bundle of nerves that pulsed in time with her pounding heart.
Pulling off her clit, he growled a command her body was helpless to resist. “Come for me, Kitten.”
Her back arched, and if he wasn’t pressing his face against her lower half, still lapping away at her, the force of her climax would have made her hips come off the bed. She screamed; eyes screwed shut as tears escaped over her temples.
He worked her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, the feeling of both of her channels tightening and fluttering around his fingers prolonging the sensations.
When she collapsed in a boneless heap, he slowly extracted his fingers, careful of hurting her. He grabbed the boxers at his side, using them to wipe his fingers clean before crawling up beside her and untying her wrists. He inspected them for marks, trailing kisses over the now sensitive skin as he praised her.
“You did so good, Kitten.” Another kiss. “Thank you for trusting me.” He lowered himself down onto the bed, pulling the oversized shirt down her body, tucking her into his side.
She snuggled into him. A foggy sensation settled over her mind, making her feel borderline nervous, and she didn’t know what was happening to her body. The intense reality of what they did trickled through the fog, and she clung to him, a soft whimper muffled by his chest.
“Shhh,” he said, kissing her temple. “It was a lot, but I’ve got you. You’re not going anywhere. You’re safe.”
After several minutes wrapped around him while he whispered soothing reassurances to her, she looked up at his face. “I don’t understand what just happened.”
His fingers toyed with her curls, and he nodded. “I’ve never experienced it, or seen it before in person, but I’ve seen it talked about when I’ve watched stuff online.”
“What?”
“It can happen to anyone. Doesn’t have to be BDSM, or anything like that. They call it subdrop.”
“Subdrop?”
“An adrenaline crash after a particularly intense sexual session. It happens a lot in the BDSM world, but it can happen to anyone.” He stroked her head.
“You like BDSM?” She felt silly asking the question. He’d bound her wrists; of course he did.
“Not exactly. The only reason I saw anything about it was because of Seth. He was doing research for something he wrote—I’ll let him explain to you about that—and he had me help find some information. I kinda got lost down the rabbit hole reading about it.” He chuckled. “You’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to tie up, and the first I’ve ever been aggressive with. I haven’t been with many, but I’ve never felt the need to…” He looked up as if searching for the word. “Own someone so completely as I do you.” His eyes met hers. “Did you hate it? Are you okay?”
The laugh that escaped her sounded nervous, but she wasn’t. “I loved every minute of it. I just didn’t understand the anxious feeling that followed.” She looked down at his lap to the bulge straining against the front of his shorts. “What about you?”
“Tonight isn’t about me.” His lips touched her forehead. “You’ve been through a lot and had a lot of information dropped on you. I wanted to take your mind off it.”
Burrowing deeper into his hold, she hummed. “Mission accomplished.”
He smirked. “Good to know.”
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SECRETS
The next day Charlotte gained the opportunity to explore the campus without too much scrutiny, since classes were not in session. She wasn’t confident in going alone yet, but Aiden wasn’t leaving her side, and all their friends were eager to show her around.
Students stared when she walked past, and she wondered what they thought of her being a human in their domain. Were they afraid of her, or did they hate her?
Blaire and Lukas led Aiden and her into the cafeteria for breakfast, the first time she got a decent look at most of the student body.
Aiden placed his hand on her lower back to guide her to the buffets to the left of the entrance. The abundance of food overwhelmed her. Biscuits, grits, porridge, rice, sausages, bacon, eggs, fruits of various types all littered the space. Some foods seemed normal for breakfast, but others not so much. Who had fish for breakfast?
When Aiden noticed her looking at the grilled fish, he said, “Blackthorn Academy has students from all over the world, so they try to provide foods similar to what they are used to back home.”
It made sense. She didn’t think she would enjoy moving away for school and not having at least some comforts of home, but Blackthorn Academy went all out. Rich people things she didn’t understand.
They grabbed trays and picked out their preferred breakfast before Aiden led her to the beverage table, allowing her to choose her favorite. Picking up a can of grape soda, she turned and squinted.
