25. April 14, 2023
Demon
Hours later, the sun was beginning its ascent, causing the light to come through the sheers over the French doors.
He lay on his back, one arm bent and folded under his head since the pillows were still on the floor somewhere.
His other arm was filled with a warm, sleeping woman sated from a massive release of endorphins.
Fingers threading through her long red hair, he contemplated the ceiling.
If someone had told him at any point during the last six years that he’d be where he was right now, he’d have punched them in the throat for tormenting him.
He didn’t deserve this. But the selfish part of him couldn’t regret what they’d done, and he’d do it again in a heartbeat.
If she still wanted it to be over after the project was complete, he’d have to accept it gracefully and let her go.
But if someone came along and hurt her, he’d gut them like he’d gutted a hundred others before he dumped them into the ocean as shark chum.
There was a light snuffling noise to his right as Cherry burrowed deeper into his armpit in her sleep.
He let the ghost of a genuine smile form on his face.
His little fireball was a perfect match for him sexually.
He needed to be in control, and she needed to let it all go to someone because everywhere else, she needed to run the show.
No problem. He could keep her satisfied that way.
The smile turned to a frown. Best not to get too used to it. She might only be his to satisfy for a few days.
Afraid to think about that topic too long, he knew of only one way to distract himself from spiraling.
Carefully, he slid his arm out from under Cherry and gently turned her onto her back.
She snuffled again but didn’t wake. The smile returned.
She was fecking adorable, and she’d be mortified if anyone knew that she made these little sighs and moans in her sleep.
Her eyes were flicking beneath the lids.
She was dreaming. About him? The smile turned wicked.
Time to find out if he could insert himself into her dreams, and if they weren’t about him, they were about to be.
A gentle push and her legs opened enough for him to slip between them.
His cock had been erect most of yesterday afternoon, watching her in the dappled sunlight under the banana tree branches.
She was stunning. Always had been. He’d almost been able to trick himself into thinking that he was actually married to this beautiful woman and that they were celebrating being tied to one another.
When he’d been kissing her for the cameras on the pathway, he didn’t think he’d ever been harder.
Apparently, that was a lie because now was that moment since it knew it was finally going to find its way home inside her.
Sliding a hand between them, he tested her channel. Even in sleep, she was wet for him. Feck, he’d never get enough of her!
He notched himself at her opening, slipped one hand beneath the cheek lying flat on the mattress, and turned her face up to his.
Moving his other hand to frame her face, he leaned in to kiss her as he slid inside her.
She was warm and tight. Her walls hugged him as if recognizing that he belonged there.
Braced on his forearms, his hands still cradling her cheeks, his thumbs brushing back and forth across her soft skin, he began to slowly rock back and forth.
“Mmm.”
Now she was waking up.
He dropped his head into the curve of her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the cord to her jaw, the tip of his tongue dipping out briefly to taste the salt of her skin that had dried from her perspiration while he’d eaten her into oblivion.
She tasted better than the ocean, the traces of their scents mingling together to tease his nose as he breathed her in and the fluttering of her pulse beneath his tongue. It didn’t get much better than this.
“Demon,” she whispered, barely awake.
Picking up his head, he saw that her eyes were still closed.
He continued to rock slowly in and out of her, knowing she’d wake fully in a few moments.
Her brain was likely beginning to allow the sensations to seep into the remnants of her dreams if the upturn of her lips was any indication.
He could speed up and wake her faster, but he was enjoying the lazy pace and getting to watch her come out of sleep for him.
“Oh my god, what a way to wake up.” She moaned, eyes still closed. “Every morning. This. Want it.”
She wanted this every morning? It was the sleepy haze in her brain forcing out her deepest thoughts, and oh, how he wished it could be their ending.
He could just imagine it. Make love to her, catch a few waves, then come back to her smelling of the early morning surf, only to tumble her back into the unmade bed and proceed to love her the rest of the day.
“I would give you the world, fireball,” he whispered. He knew she wouldn’t hear it, but saying it to himself reminded him how true it was.
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep, but the smile on her lips was beautiful. “Aidan. ”
He seamed his lips to hers, not breaching them, pouring everything he was feeling into the touch.
His hands moved, sliding down under her arms and gripping her shoulders from underneath.
The leverage allowed him to get deeper, go harder, without changing the pace.
Instinctively, her hips rose and fell to meet his, her hands moving up his arms, over his shoulders, and curling around his neck to wind into his hair.
They pulled with just the right bite, making his scalp sting and tingle, and he hissed as he thrust just a bit harder than before.
“You should see yourself in the sun,” he told her, low and deep. “Your hair is like fire against the sheets, your gray eyes like the clouds at dusk. I need you so damn much, Esme.”
“Love me, Aidan,” she pleaded.
“I am, a chuisle . I do. You’re like breaking the surface of the water. The air I need to breathe,” he promised.
Her walls clenched around him, and her legs drew up alongside his hips, squeezing him tight as she came.
The added slickness from her orgasm allowed him to delve just a little bit deeper, so far he swore he reached her cervix.
A second, softer release swept through her body, and as he followed her over the edge, his lips met the hollow of her throat. “ Taim i' ngra leat ,” he whispered.
He felt her heart rate begin to slow and knew that there was the possibility that even though she didn’t know the language, she would understand the meaning anyway and pull away.
This wasn’t a fake relationship. It never had been.
They’d been sailing to this point since the day they met.
She might deny they were committed to one another based on her condition not being met, but the truth was, they only wanted each other.
Would never truly be happy without each other, even if they chose to continue to suffer in misery.
Once she realized that—and she was smart, so she would—he hoped she would embrace it, but he would understand if she retreated.
She had fears, and in order to control those fears, she had walls.
Meeting up with the team wouldn’t help because she wouldn’t want to let on that they’d slept together other than in the same bed for their undercover work.
It didn’t matter. They were “them,” and no condition or promise would ever change that.
Rolling off her, he lay on his side. One hand drifted down between her legs where the evidence of what they’d done commingled.
He drew lazy patterns on the inside of her thigh, then brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking their fluids from his skin.
He knew she was watching him, her expression one of both wonder and confusion.
“Flame has written about people doing that, but I didn’t think real people actually did,” she admitted.
“Most of it I already tasted earlier. If you’ve forgotten that, I didn’t do a very good job of it. Guess I’ll have to keep practicing until I get it right.”
She rolled her eyes. “I think you know you did more than okay. I’ve never blacked out from getting eaten out before.”
“Hmm. Definitely need a repeat of that, then. But next time? I want it to be in the surf of the ocean.” He tilted his head. “Maybe not here though.”
He watched her brow crinkle in thought.
“What are you overthinking about now?”
“It wasn’t just the extras and me that you were licking.”
“What do you mean?”
“You were part of that mixture.”
“And?”
“Isn’t that like a hard no for guys?”
“I don’t know about other guys. Not for me. It’s a natural body secretion. Some protein. Calcium. Citrate. Fructose. Glucose . Lactic acid . Magnesium . Potassium. Zinc . Water. Plasma. Mucus. If it’s good enough for a woman to swallow, a man can certainly consume it.”
“It’s a bit… weird that you know that off the top of your head.”
He winked. “Doctor knowledge. ”
“Yeah, but you were a trauma surgeon. Not exactly the right specialty to need to know that.”
“Some things stick with you. Besides, you’d be amazed by what I’ve had to remove in the ER. You know those warnings on things? ‘Do not put into any orifice’? Yeah. People don’t pay attention to those.”
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, horrified. Her gaze shifted to curiosity. “What was the worst?”
“Male or female?”
Her mouth formed an “O” before she gathered herself to answer. “Let’s start with female and ease into the other.”
“I don’t know about worst, but it was definitely odd. One of those foldable phones. The ones that open like a book, not a flip phone.”
Horrified, she asked, “What in the name of all the animals on the ark did she do that for?”