they moved over her skin. His mouth, fangs, and tongue left a blaze of molten heat wherever they touched. Her body trembled, and a low whimper escaped her.
“Ah, Rose, you’re shaking.”
“Yes.” She could barely talk, barely breathe from the sensations rioting through her body.
One hand pressed into her back, and he bent her over backward. The back of her head brushed against the comforter covering the large bed. He lowered her onto the bed and used his knee to spread her legs apart before he stepped back.
She started to scoot up farther onto the bed.
“Don’t move.” His tone thick, harsh, commanding. “I want to look at you. Wet and ready for penetration. So beautiful, Rose. I want to see you.”
*
Aiden had no idea what the hell he was doing. He’d started out wanting to intimidate her, needing her to see what he really was, but it turned into something completely different. She was gorgeous laid out on his bed, open and willing. Her body shook with desire and anticipation.
He was ever aware of how much damage he could do while in this heightened state. Maybe this was an exercise in who had the power. Of who was in control. It wasn’t him. No matter how far he took this, she had the power to make him stop, verbally or through scent. She could end their play, and he’d have no choice but to submit to her will, and with a degree of wonder, he realized he’d gladly do it.
Rose was too important to risk in any way. Fangs and claws retracted. He’d never tire of looking at her this way, but his body demanded he relieve the growing ache. He tugged off his shirt and removed his shoes and pants. His gaze never left her. He kneeled in front of her. The scent of her sex drove him wild. He pushed her legs apart as far as they would go. He parted her with a slow lick and was rewarded with a shimmy of her body. He loved her tangy, salty taste. He’d said he was going to devour her, so he did. Not long after, she was moaning and squirming. She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled his face in closer.
She came so beautifully and hard.
Before the first wave of orgasmic convulsions subsided, he hooked his arms under her knees, shoved her up farther onto the bed, and impaled her. Her cry was of passion and surprise.
“Look at me, Rose,” he demanded. “I want to watch you.”
His hands fisted into the blankets. He drove into her as hard and fast as he could, hammering in deeper and deeper. He wanted to be so embedded inside her, they’d never be able to be parted.
Her body pulsed and quivered under him; her sweet cries filled the air around him. How long they went on like this, he didn’t know, but his gaze never left her face. Aiden watched every nuance of her face, each change as he forced her body beyond where they’d been and to some place new. He couldn’t get close or deep enough. It wasn’t enough. In a desperate attempt to keep from hurting her, his mind reached out for hers. Her emotions and physical sensation coiled around him and pulled them both into ecstasy, and then oblivion.
Chapter 9
The scent of smoke woke Aiden from sleep. “Rose.” Fear edged his voice. “Baby, you need to wake up.”
She stretched, and then curled into him. “Not ready…” Her eyes snapped open as she sat up. “What’s that sound?”
The dull roar of a growing fire filled the room.
Aiden was out of bed in the next second. He pulled his shirt over Rose’s head, and then shoved his pants into her arms because he wasn’t going to need them yet. “The house is on fire.”
“How can you…” She turned. “The window.”
“Julian is there,” Aiden said without having to look. Terror ate away at his spine, but he had to keep it together. The animal part of him was terrified of fire. He had to keep his cool, and use the human part of him to get them out of this without jumping, literally, into whatever trap Julian had waiting outside.
“You’re sure there is a fire?”
Aiden put the back of
“Ah, Rose, you’re shaking.”
“Yes.” She could barely talk, barely breathe from the sensations rioting through her body.
One hand pressed into her back, and he bent her over backward. The back of her head brushed against the comforter covering the large bed. He lowered her onto the bed and used his knee to spread her legs apart before he stepped back.
She started to scoot up farther onto the bed.
“Don’t move.” His tone thick, harsh, commanding. “I want to look at you. Wet and ready for penetration. So beautiful, Rose. I want to see you.”
*
Aiden had no idea what the hell he was doing. He’d started out wanting to intimidate her, needing her to see what he really was, but it turned into something completely different. She was gorgeous laid out on his bed, open and willing. Her body shook with desire and anticipation.
He was ever aware of how much damage he could do while in this heightened state. Maybe this was an exercise in who had the power. Of who was in control. It wasn’t him. No matter how far he took this, she had the power to make him stop, verbally or through scent. She could end their play, and he’d have no choice but to submit to her will, and with a degree of wonder, he realized he’d gladly do it.
Rose was too important to risk in any way. Fangs and claws retracted. He’d never tire of looking at her this way, but his body demanded he relieve the growing ache. He tugged off his shirt and removed his shoes and pants. His gaze never left her. He kneeled in front of her. The scent of her sex drove him wild. He pushed her legs apart as far as they would go. He parted her with a slow lick and was rewarded with a shimmy of her body. He loved her tangy, salty taste. He’d said he was going to devour her, so he did. Not long after, she was moaning and squirming. She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled his face in closer.
She came so beautifully and hard.
Before the first wave of orgasmic convulsions subsided, he hooked his arms under her knees, shoved her up farther onto the bed, and impaled her. Her cry was of passion and surprise.
“Look at me, Rose,” he demanded. “I want to watch you.”
His hands fisted into the blankets. He drove into her as hard and fast as he could, hammering in deeper and deeper. He wanted to be so embedded inside her, they’d never be able to be parted.
Her body pulsed and quivered under him; her sweet cries filled the air around him. How long they went on like this, he didn’t know, but his gaze never left her face. Aiden watched every nuance of her face, each change as he forced her body beyond where they’d been and to some place new. He couldn’t get close or deep enough. It wasn’t enough. In a desperate attempt to keep from hurting her, his mind reached out for hers. Her emotions and physical sensation coiled around him and pulled them both into ecstasy, and then oblivion.
Chapter 9
The scent of smoke woke Aiden from sleep. “Rose.” Fear edged his voice. “Baby, you need to wake up.”
She stretched, and then curled into him. “Not ready…” Her eyes snapped open as she sat up. “What’s that sound?”
The dull roar of a growing fire filled the room.
Aiden was out of bed in the next second. He pulled his shirt over Rose’s head, and then shoved his pants into her arms because he wasn’t going to need them yet. “The house is on fire.”
“How can you…” She turned. “The window.”
“Julian is there,” Aiden said without having to look. Terror ate away at his spine, but he had to keep it together. The animal part of him was terrified of fire. He had to keep his cool, and use the human part of him to get them out of this without jumping, literally, into whatever trap Julian had waiting outside.
“You’re sure there is a fire?”
Aiden put the back of
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