26. Aidan
Everything hurts.My eyes dart around the room, but the only thing that greets me is a wall of silence.
I’m in my bed. Or rather Blakely’s bed. I can smell her perfume linger all over me.
A smile spreads across my face as I realise she has designated her own bedroom to me instead of mine. My clothes have been changed. Looking down, I take note of my clothing - only boxer briefs and a T-shirt, and the sensation of the compression bandage wrapped around my waist. I assume someone must have scrubbed me thoroughly because I can smell the fresh, clean scent on my skin, and there’s no trace of blood.
I prop myself up on an elbow to look around.
Through the window, I can see the darkness of night, and the memories of the events that happened earlier tonight flood my mind.
What the fuck happened?
I never expected to find out she was Kore.
How?
The sound of approaching footsteps makes me slowly lower back down the bed, taking a sitting position. I guess I’ll have my answers soon, as she appears in the bedroom door.
“Hey.” She walks closer to me and sits on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright. I told you, it’s just a scratch.” She raises her eyebrows at me, not believing me. I’m not lying. I’ve had worse. “What time is it?”
With her curly hair dancing around her face, she appears pale and tired. “It’s almost 3 a.m.”
She pours me a glass of cool water and holds it to my lips so I can drink.
“I can drink by myself, you know?” I say, taking a sip.
“Is that so?” she asks with a devious grin on her face. “I remember being able to do most things on my own, but for some reason, you wouldn’t even let me go to the bathroom alone,” she reminds me.
I wince in pain as a laugh bubbles up inside of me, and I end up spitting out the water I was drinking. I should have expected that from her. “So, it’s vengeance?” I raise my eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
“The label you give it is up to you.” She lifts her shoulders up. “Scoot over.”
I sense a longing for closeness in her voice, so I do as she asks and move to the side. As soon as I finish, I hold her close, and she nestles into the curve of my arms, her delicate hands resting on my chest, directly above my heart.
“You okay, baby?” She shakes her head, and I can feel the wetness of her tears seeping through my T-shirt. Running my fingers through her hair, with a gentle voice, I ask, “Hey. What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
She sniffs before talking, “It’s just… you got shot, and I really thought I would lose you again.”
“Give me those beautiful eyes,” I say, grabbing her chin gently. “I’m not going anywhere, you hear me? It’s just a scratch. I’m fine.” I caress her cheek.
“I know, but?—”
“No buts. Now I guess you understand what I felt when I saw you stabbed and unable to move for weeks. What I felt when I heard you were almost raped and killed.” I kiss the top of her head. “I am not going anywhere.” I pause. “You are my reason for breathing. Even if I die today, I’ll find a way to come back to you in this life or another.” I caress her cheek. “Our souls are intertwined, and I would find you no matter where you are. I will always find you.” I swallow over the lump in my throat. “There’s nothing on this earth that would keep me from you. You can hate me. You can love me. My obsession with you runs so deep that I’d watch this world burn if it means you are mine.” The emotions of these past years have taken over me. “My biggest regret is the eight years I spent without you, but I would make that sacrifice again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you out of harm’s way. If something happens to you, I won’t be content to simply watch the chaos unfold. I’ll be the one to ignite the fire. I’ll kill every person who dares lay a finger on you.” A life without her is not one that I want to live in. “If you are to die tomorrow, I’ll pull the trigger on myself. Because you, Tink, you”re the sun that lights up my days, the stars that grace my nights, and the reason my heart keeps beating. Living without you in this world would be like trying to breathe without air, impossible and agonising.”
Tears stream down her face, and her shoulders shake with each sob, leaving her eyes red and puffy.
“You broke me. For years, I went back and forth, trying to move on from you, but even now, I’m not entirely sure I had. I understand why now, but it still stings. You’re an arsehole. But you’re my arsehole. There’s no one else I’d rather watch the world burn with than you. And rest assured, if you ever try to leave me again for any reason, know that I’ll come after you no matter what, even if it means descending into the fiery pits of hell. And if any woman lays a hand on you, even slightly, they won’t be alive for much longer.”
My cheeks are aching from the wide, beaming smile on my face. I lean closer to her mouth.
“My jealous little thing.” My lips are an inch from hers. “I love you.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but they are still bright with love when she replies, “I love you too.”
I’ve been waiting for what feels like an eternity to hear those three little words from her once more.
As I lean in to kiss her, I take it slow at first, but the sounds she makes quickly become my undoing. I deepen the kiss, tangling my fingers in her hair to draw her closer to me. I want to be one with her so completely that I’d let her permeate every fibre of my being.
She moans in my mouth, “Aidan. You’re hurt. We can’t.”
When she pulls back from me, I can’t help but groan in frustration. Before she can go any further, I put a hand on her shoulder.
“I decide what we can or can’t do. Right now, I am feeling as though I haven’t eaten my favourite meal in days. I want you to sit on my face.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me. Give me what belongs to me and take a seat on my face,” I say with a smirk.
She hesitates for a moment before rising from the bed. Slowly, she strips off her pyjama shorts and top, and I can’t help but stare in surprise when I see she is not wearing any underwear. My eyes are fixed on her like a predator stalking its prey.
God, she is fucking beautiful.
I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the temptation of her soft curves.
“Come here.” Obediently, she climbs onto me carefully, avoiding any contact with my wound. “Good girl. Now, sit.” Her scent fills my senses, and I feel my cock throb immediately.
My hands grasp her hips tightly. She tastes sweet on my tongue, and her soft moans fill the air as I explore her depths, teasing her clit with my tongue, and she writhes above me. I pause when I sense that something is off.
“I said, sit on my face, not hover over it. If I can breathe or talk, it means you’re not seated. I want all of your weight on my face.” In a commanding voice, I order, “So now, if you want my tongue to fuck your cunt, sit.”
The intensity of my words causes her to shiver. Good, my dirty girl can be strong all she wants, but she craves domination.
And I fucking love that.
“That’s it. Ride my face.”
I slide my tongue back to where it belongs and delve deeper into her cunt, savouring her sweet taste as she moans in pleasure.
She stumbles and nearly falls onto me. My voice booms as I instruct, “Two hands on the headboard!” She quickly does as she’s told.
“Sir… Please.”
“What do you need, love?” I ask, my tongue still teasing her.
“More. Please. Your fingers.”
My throat emits a guttural growl as I insert a finger into her slick entrance. Then another one.
“Fuuuck. Right there. Right. There.”
As I continue to use my fingers to massage the inner walls and lick her clit, I can sense the wetness between her legs increasing even further, which only intensifies my desire for her.
“You’re dripping all over my face. Look at me. Look how you fuck my tongue,” I say between each lick. As I hold on to her luscious thighs with more force, I am certain that she will bear the marks of my grip on her skin tomorrow. The mere thought of them replacing the ones that faded has my cock throbbing and ready to explode. That’s how I want her. Marked by me like she’s marked my soul.
With my eyes shut, I indulge in the blissful sensation of her body weight pressing down on me, fully savouring the moment. I hold her tightly, my arm locked around her waist as if never wanting to let go.
“Are you going to give me what I want?” I quicken my pace, my movements becoming more intense.
I can hear her heavy breathing and the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall as her orgasm approaches.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod.”
“That’s it. Come for me. Now!”
As she reaches the peak of pleasure, her cries fill the room, and I can feel her muscles tensing and clenching around my fingers.
She lets out a loud moan of pleasure and collapses against me, overwhelmed by the sensation. I keep licking, sucking, and biting until she can’t take it anymore and cries out again.
“Aidan. I can’t. It’s too much.”
“You can give me another one. Your body craves it. Give it to me.”
She reacts almost immediately to my words, releasing a harsh, guttural sound, causing my lips to reverberate with her trembling.
“Fucking hell. That was… I don’t even have the words for it.” I smile and kiss her pussy one last time, my face drenched with her pleasure.
“Now, sit on my cock.” She smirks at my words.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Don’t take my words the wrong way, love. I want you to sit on my cock. I’ll do the fucking.” I wink at her.
With a slow and deliberate motion, she takes her sweet pussy away from my lips and cautiously lowers herself onto my shaft, careful not to aggravate my injury.
I can feel her taking me deeper, and we both curse under our breaths. The sensation of her wet and slippery pussy gripping my hard cock is blissful. I grab one of her nipples with my hands, tugging on it and forcing her to lean closer to me. She moans under my touch.
“You feel so fucking good, clenching around me.” I take her nipple between my teeth and tug on it gently at first, then harder, sending shivers over her body. The noises she makes and the wetness between her legs are so intense that I know I won’t be able to hold out for much longer.
I firmly grasp her neck while my mouth remains clamped onto her nipple, causing her eyes to roll back in her head with intensity.
“Move faster,” I order. Letting go of her nipple, I pull her towards me, bringing my lips to hers. We kiss desperately as if we are trying to leave an indelible mark on each other’s skin.
And fuck, those noises she makes into my mouth are delectable. I break the kiss and watch as she takes deep, ragged breaths.
“Is my good slut ready to come again for me?”
“Stop. Teasing.”
“My brat doesn’t get a say about what I do or don’t do.” I lean her head closer to mine and speak quietly.
“Do you want it?” She looks at me with big eyes before nodding her head. “Words, baby. Do you want it?”
“Y-yes.”
“Y-yes, what?”
“I want it. Sir.”
“Fucking hell. You don’t know what this does to me.” I never realised the power of a simple word like ‘Sir’ until I heard it coming from her mouth, accompanied by her moans. Music to my ears. “Now, open your mouth for me.” As she does, I thrust harder, feeling the sweat dripping down my spine. “Stick out your tongue.” I grab her chin tightly, and she extends her tongue out of her mouth, revealing a pink, wet surface. My grip on her throat tightens as I lean in, and I spit forcefully into her mouth. “Swallow.” Her breathing becomes heavier, and I know her orgasm is approaching rapidly. “Do you want more?” My thrusts are not gentle. The fire inside me burns hot and fierce, threatening to consume me at any moment.
“Yes, Sir. Please.” She sticks out her tongue without me saying anything, and I repeat the process.
“You’re fucking perfect. I own you. Body and soul, as much as you own me.” As I release her throat, I twist her nipples and bring my hand down with a stinging slap on her pussy. Her body trembles as I give her that final push before she lets out a cry of release as she comes. She clenches my shaft tightly as I thrust into her, and with one final push, I can’t hold back any longer. I make a sound that is more animal than human - it’s guttural and comes from primal instincts.
It takes me a minute to regain my breath. Blakely’s head is resting on my shoulder, her breathing uneven.
“You good, babe?” I ask, my eyes scanning for any sign of movement from her.
Did she fall asleep?
Given the events of the day and now this, it would be no shock if her exhaustion took over.
She refuses to move from my chest, and I can’t help but smile at her stubbornness.
“I’m more than good. Can’t move. I can’t feel my body.” I snort at her comment.
“Want me to carry you?” She is still for a moment as I kiss the top of her head, but then suddenly lifts it up with a jolt.
“Oh my god. We had sex.”
I look at her, my brows furrowed in confusion. “That we did. What’s wrong with that?”
“You’re hurt. Silly, silly me. You got shot, and I just fucked you.”
The ridiculousness of the situation causes me to burst out laughing. “One, it’s just a scratch. I don’t feel anything.” Lies. I can already feel the pain starting to surface again, but it was totally worth it. “Two, I fucked you, not the other way around.” I can’t help but laugh even louder when I see the look on her face.
She struggles to lift herself from me, her legs weak and wobbly. My hand reaches out, and I pull her to the side with ease.
“Stay here,” I command.
“Where are you going? You can’t move from this bed you’re —” I cut her off mid-sentence.
“Babe, if you think for one second I won’t take care of you. Bullet or not. You don’t really know me. Now, lie back and wait for me.” I hear a ‘controlling prick’ as I enter the bathroom.
The warmth of the cloth in my hand contrasts with the chill of the room as I return and find her nearly asleep. As I take a minute to soak in the view, my heart constricts with emotion.
She’s beautiful.
I don’t deserve her, but fuck if I care. She has always belonged to me and no one else, and I will not tolerate anyone trying to take her away from me or harm her in any way.
As I recline on the bed, I can feel the pain surging back with even more force than before. Suppressing a moan of pain, I bite my tongue and begin to clean her. The sensation of the warm cloth on her skin causes her to sigh in pleasure. Once I finish, I carelessly toss the cloth on the floor. I reach for the glass of water on the bedside table and offer it to her without saying a word, waiting until she drinks half of it.
As soon as I cover us both with the blanket, she leans in closer and rests her head in the crook of my neck. My instinctive reaction is to put my arms around her and bring her closer to me, feeling her softness against my chest. There is something about her presence that has an immediate calming effect on my body and mind.
While we have a lot to discuss, all I can think about right now is the sensation of her body pressing against mine.
Kissing the top of her head, I whisper, “I love you.”
Letting out a content sigh, much to my surprise, she replies back to me. “I love you too.” And with that, we both fall into the abyss.