Chapter 12 Aiden
TWELVE
AIDEN
The morning after Raven’s cooking disaster, sunlight filtered through the bedroom, outlining my young wife’s curled-up form.
She lay at my side in the fetal position, wearing sleep shorts and a camisole.
Her raven hair obscured her beautiful face, and while I held on to the vow that I wouldn’t fuck her, I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to resist the temptation.
Especially when I woke up twenty minutes ago with morning wood determined to give me a serious case of blue balls.
I peered over at Raven, ignoring the urge to ravish her, and made a quiet promise to myself. If I failed at all else, I wouldn’t fuck up protecting her. She was mine now. My responsibility.
The concept confused me. Was it even possible to feel so strongly for someone you’d met less than a week ago? I had no fucking clue. My parents’ marriage was hardly something to look up to and I had yet to witness a happy union firsthand.
Raven’s presence in my bed wasn’t something I’d planned nor wanted, but it felt so fucking natural. All we’d done was sleep, and that was a fucking first for me. Not to mention I hadn’t had sex since we’d spoken those ridiculous vows.
Over the course of the past seven days, I’d come to a conclusion: there was a lot more to Raven than met the eye. She was young in a lot of ways, but mature in others. She carried herself like someone who had already seen too much of the world to be easily impressed by it.
And she made me laugh. Not just a polite chuckle kind of laugh either, but the kind that sneaks up on you and leaves you grinning long after the moment’s passed.
Like when I tried to teach her how to make coffee and she ended up spilling half the bag of grounds across the counter, declaring it a “sacrifice to the caffeine gods.” There was no mistaking it, she was a disaster in the kitchen.
She was an odd thing, no doubt about it. She could talk about the colors and their shades for hours, then clam up and say nothing about her mom, whom she was clearly very protective of. There was something magnetic about her and the world felt just a little less predictable when she was around.
Life had beaten her down and that part pissed me off more than I liked to admit.
It made me want to shake some sense into her mother, Blair Croft, to have her see how much she’d missed out on by turning to the bottle and forcing Raven to fend for herself.
Did she even know her barely of-age daughter had been working at a strip club? It made me see red.
And her father was a whole other story. I wanted to hunt him down and kill him, because whatever he’d done to cause his ex-wife and daughter to flee couldn’t have been a small thing.
Yeah, I sounded crazy.
This thing with Raven, whatever the fuck it was, had taken on a life of its own and I didn’t know what to do.
Yes, I wanted to fuck her, but it was so much more than just that. I felt at ease around her, and even my heart rate seemed to slow when I was around her. I barely knew her, but that just motivated me to learn everything about her.
Raven shifted in her sleep and mumbled words I didn’t quite catch, dragging me from my thoughts.
Careful not to wake her, I crept out of bed and padded over to the bathroom where I’d laid out workout clothes last night. Once dressed, I gave a long, lingering glance at her sleeping form before I continued into the gym.
An hour on the treadmill and my muscles had managed to loosen, but my mind still whirred.
I had a lot of responsibilities—a club to run, territory expansions to oversee, disputes and shipments to settle, and maintaining business relations with law enforcement to ensure they turn a blind eye.
Therefore, constantly thinking about my young wife like some teenage schmuck wouldn’t do.
Pulling my sweat-soaked shirt over my head, I finished my cooldown and glanced at the mirror. I jerked in surprise at the sight of Raven in those fuck-me shorts, a camisole that clung to her body like a second skin, and her tousled hair reaching down to her perfectly curved ass.
Fuck, that was the last thing I should be noticing.
I should be more worried about the fact that I hadn’t felt her presence, and in my line of work, anything but total vigilance got you killed.
How in the fuck would I protect her if I was so far deep in my head that I couldn’t even feel her presence at my back?
I stepped off the treadmill and made my way over to her.
“Sorry, hope I’m not disturbing you.” Her cheeks flushed and she licked her lips, letting her gaze travel over my torso. “You’re so… big.”
I couldn’t stop myself from snorting. “It’s every man’s dream to hear those words.”
“But not all men will hear them,” she lobbed back, her eyes twinkling.
I cocked a brow at her, closing the distance between us. “Then I appreciate your words, mo cuishle.”
She brought her hand to rest against my chest, her fingers playing at the dusting of hair there, and I was suddenly conscious of how sweaty I was.
“I need to shower.”
Before I could take a step back, she slid her hand over my abs, her dainty fingers traveling down while I watched her lick her lips.
“There’s something sexy about you all sweaty,” she purred.
Fuck, blue balls, here we come.
“Play with fire,” I warned softly, “and you’ll get burned.”
“Maybe that’s what I need,” was her half-teasing retort, delivered in a husky voice.
Fuck, a man had only so much self-restraint. She wanted to play? Fuck it, let’s ignite together. Everything about her beckoned me, and I realized I was lost to her long before today.
She needed me, and in a twisted way, I needed her too.
I pressed myself into her and shoved her against the wall, looping her wrists together in one hand and lifting them over her head. Her breasts brushed against my pecs and we both shuddered at the intimate touch.
I ducked my head to press a kiss to her mouth, her wrists still cuffed. She moaned and I swallowed the sound, thrusting my tongue against hers. She tasted like mint and something uniquely her, and the combination drove me mad with desire.
At the back of my mind, I knew I should be gentle with her, but my control had been fraying for days, and this was the final push.
I bit her bottom lip, tugging it back until I knew it had to sting. Her moan of relief shuddered through me, and I growled, “Spread your legs.”
She immediately obeyed, and my dick throbbed in response. I slipped my free hand between her thighs, finding her dripping wet.
I pressed my forehead to hers and ground out, “What the fuck are you doing to me, Raven?”
“Same thing you’re doing to me,” she rasped, then bit my lip in return. She kissed me deeply but also clumsily, and somehow it was fucking perfect. I kissed her, memorizing every hitch of her breath, every brush of her tongue, every moan.
“This pussy is mine, isn’t it, wife?” I breathed into her mouth.
“Y-yes,” she whimpered.
“Your pussy is begging for pleasure,” I gritted out. “But I want to hear your words.”
She arched her back as she watched me through half-lidded, catlike eyes. “Please touch me, Aiden.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” she panted. “My pussy. My breasts. Just… everywhere.”
I pressed one last kiss to her lips, then pulled her camisole down and exposed her tits. I dipped my head to catch one of her nipples between my teeth and bit down. Hard.
She let out a loud moan, and the sound was music to my ears.
I laved at the tip with my tongue, swirling it around the sensitive bud until she whimpered. Her pelvis twitched and she moved to grind against my hand as though she were fucking it.
Nipping her rosy peak one more time, I kissed my way across her chest, pausing to press my face between her gorgeous tits.
I sucked and kissed and licked, leaving teeth marks on her flesh, and then let her wrists go, sliding a finger through her wet entrance. I felt her shiver as though it were my own.
“Oh… my… God. It feels so good,” she mewled, bracing herself against my bare shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
I peered up at her, soaking up her blissful expression. There was something so fucking sexy about watching her focus on her own pleasure.
I pressed the heel of my palm against her clit, thrusting two fingers into her. She was so tight, so small, and so fucking mine.
I scissored my fingers carefully, loving the snug fit.
“This pussy will always be mine, won’t it?” I demanded.
“Y-yes,” she whimpered, her eyes flaring. Did she suspect that I was growing more possessive with every touch we shared? “A-always.”
Satisfied, I dropped to my knees, dragging her skimpy shorts down her creamy legs. The first glimpse of her cunt almost sent me to an early fucking grave. I wanted to bury my dick inside that beautiful, swollen pussy so badly I nearly sulked.
But this was for her, not me. So I leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of her pubic bone, then moved down to drag my tongue around her clit.
“Fuuuck,” she moaned, arching her pelvis to press her pussy into my face. I continued to circle my tongue over her clit, inhaling her sweet scent. Her hand flew to my hair, her fingers gripping it while she ground against my mouth, chasing her orgasm.
I peered up at her, watching her beautiful face while she rode my face without any reservation.
“Ahhh, Aiden,” she rasped, our eyes locking.
My name on her lips was like the most divine prayer and nothing had ever sounded so good. I thrust my tongue inside her tight, soaked pussy until her mouth parted on a silent gasp.
And she shattered with my name on her lips.
I didn’t stop, continuing to lap her up as she ground herself against my tongue.
And suddenly I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this woman was meant to be mine all along.
Considering I was always the first to pull back after the act, it should’ve been alarming that nothing in this world could’ve dragged me away. I watched in amazement as Raven’s eyes drooped and her body swayed.