nightgown and take her, make up for their years apart.
“Please, Aidan? I need you so much.”
He couldn’t deny her anything when she asked him like that. He’d have cut out his own heart if she’d begged him for it. Kissing her was far less painful. All he had to do was cup her chin in his hand and lift her face to his.
***
Kissing Aidan was the one thing powerful enough—not to make her forget, nothing could do that—but to distract her mind, just a little. It gave the adrenaline in her body something to do, gave all that terrified nervous energy an outlet, so she threw herself into the embrace, kissing him back as deeply and intensely as she’d wanted to for the last five years. Impossibly, it was every bit as good as she’d remembered.
His lips molded against hers with the perfect combination of strength and softness. His tongue probed gently, swept inside and traced all the curves and hollows of her mouth. One of his hands moved up to tangle in her hair, while the other wrapped around her waist, holding her close against his bare, sculpted chest.
Like most Fae, Aidan was lean, but well muscled in a wiry kind of way and she let her fingers trail down the ridges of his spine, while her palm caressed the taut planes of his back. The tension coiled in his body assured her that he was as affected by the kiss as she was, as did the thick ridge of his erection poking her in the butt. Instinctively, she rubbed against it, remembering how wonderful it had been to have him inside her, filling up all the empty spaces in her body and her heart.
“Easy, dearling,” he murmured, trailing kisses along her chin to her ear. She shivered as he nibbled on the lobe before swirling his tongue around the shell. “It’s been way too long for me to have that much control.”
“Don’t care.” She didn’t really believe him, anyway. Aidan had more control than any man she’d ever met, human or otherwise. She slid one of her hands up to his nape and around to toy with the pointed tips of his ears. His low groan into her ear was gratifyingly hoarse.
At last he slipped one of his hands inside the front of her nightgown. When had he opened the buttons? His long fingers cupped one of her small breasts and it was her turn to moan. Her nipples, already pebbled, hardened even further, especially the one he’d begun to roll between his finger and thumb. She didn’t protest when he rolled her off of his lap onto her back or moved over her to take that aching peak into the moist heat of his mouth.
Her back arched, pushing her tender flesh deeper into his mouth, while he slid his hand down her thigh to gather up the hem of her nightgown. The stroke of his fingers up her inner thigh made her spread her legs, opening herself to his expert touch. He continued his assault on her nipples with his mouth while one long finger traced the seam of her sex, sliding easily through her slick moisture. All Elise could do was hold on, one hand in his hair, clutching his head to her breast, the other splayed across his back.
“Aidan.” She whimpered, still only partially able to believe she was really here, in his bed, with the one man she’d ever loved.
“Come for me, leannan .” He kissed his way from one swollen peak to the other while his thumb found her clitoris and massaged it, adding another finger to the one stroking in and out of her core.
Tension coiled deep inside her and she heard herself whimper, gasping for breath. A few more plunges of his fingers and she shattered, this time screaming his name as sparks flashed in front of her eyes, which she’d squeezed shut. He gentled his movements until her tremors subsided, when he moved up for a long, tender kiss on her lips.
“Sleep now, dear one. I’ve got you.” He kissed each cheek and then her forehead, smoothing her nightgown back down her legs.
“But…you…” She felt the slight push of magic, urging her toward sleep. As a witch, she had the power to fight it, but
“Please, Aidan? I need you so much.”
He couldn’t deny her anything when she asked him like that. He’d have cut out his own heart if she’d begged him for it. Kissing her was far less painful. All he had to do was cup her chin in his hand and lift her face to his.
***
Kissing Aidan was the one thing powerful enough—not to make her forget, nothing could do that—but to distract her mind, just a little. It gave the adrenaline in her body something to do, gave all that terrified nervous energy an outlet, so she threw herself into the embrace, kissing him back as deeply and intensely as she’d wanted to for the last five years. Impossibly, it was every bit as good as she’d remembered.
His lips molded against hers with the perfect combination of strength and softness. His tongue probed gently, swept inside and traced all the curves and hollows of her mouth. One of his hands moved up to tangle in her hair, while the other wrapped around her waist, holding her close against his bare, sculpted chest.
Like most Fae, Aidan was lean, but well muscled in a wiry kind of way and she let her fingers trail down the ridges of his spine, while her palm caressed the taut planes of his back. The tension coiled in his body assured her that he was as affected by the kiss as she was, as did the thick ridge of his erection poking her in the butt. Instinctively, she rubbed against it, remembering how wonderful it had been to have him inside her, filling up all the empty spaces in her body and her heart.
“Easy, dearling,” he murmured, trailing kisses along her chin to her ear. She shivered as he nibbled on the lobe before swirling his tongue around the shell. “It’s been way too long for me to have that much control.”
“Don’t care.” She didn’t really believe him, anyway. Aidan had more control than any man she’d ever met, human or otherwise. She slid one of her hands up to his nape and around to toy with the pointed tips of his ears. His low groan into her ear was gratifyingly hoarse.
At last he slipped one of his hands inside the front of her nightgown. When had he opened the buttons? His long fingers cupped one of her small breasts and it was her turn to moan. Her nipples, already pebbled, hardened even further, especially the one he’d begun to roll between his finger and thumb. She didn’t protest when he rolled her off of his lap onto her back or moved over her to take that aching peak into the moist heat of his mouth.
Her back arched, pushing her tender flesh deeper into his mouth, while he slid his hand down her thigh to gather up the hem of her nightgown. The stroke of his fingers up her inner thigh made her spread her legs, opening herself to his expert touch. He continued his assault on her nipples with his mouth while one long finger traced the seam of her sex, sliding easily through her slick moisture. All Elise could do was hold on, one hand in his hair, clutching his head to her breast, the other splayed across his back.
“Aidan.” She whimpered, still only partially able to believe she was really here, in his bed, with the one man she’d ever loved.
“Come for me, leannan .” He kissed his way from one swollen peak to the other while his thumb found her clitoris and massaged it, adding another finger to the one stroking in and out of her core.
Tension coiled deep inside her and she heard herself whimper, gasping for breath. A few more plunges of his fingers and she shattered, this time screaming his name as sparks flashed in front of her eyes, which she’d squeezed shut. He gentled his movements until her tremors subsided, when he moved up for a long, tender kiss on her lips.
“Sleep now, dear one. I’ve got you.” He kissed each cheek and then her forehead, smoothing her nightgown back down her legs.
“But…you…” She felt the slight push of magic, urging her toward sleep. As a witch, she had the power to fight it, but
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