Chapter 32 #2
“Aiden,” I protest, but that’s all that comes out. I want to reach down to grip ahold of his hair, tell him it’s too much, but I promised. And I’m not sure I want him to stop anyway.
Everything about him wrecks me. I expected him to fuck me, dominate me, show me how much I belong to him. To have him on his knees at my feet, feeding me pleasure with his mouth… it cuts me up inside until I’m a quivering, bleeding mess for him.
What man has ever, ever prostrated himself like this? What man has ever worshipped me?
The answer is simple.
None.
I force my eyes to open, needing to see him kneeling for me. To bear witness to this and sear it into my brain. It reorganizes something inside me down at a cellular level, and my brows furrow, trying to sort it out, but my neurons are too fried by his wicked tongue to piece it together.
“That’s right,” Aiden says, his chin glistening. “Do you get it yet, little wife?” At my shaking head, he smiles. “No? Well, we’ve got all the time in the world for me to convince you. And I promise… I can be very convincing.”
I open my mouth to protest, but his tongue spears inside me at the same time as his fingers scissor over my clit, and all those protests wither, forgotten in the back of my throat, as a hoarse moan spills out instead.
He pinches the sensitive flesh until it throbs, then lets go, blood immediately rushing back to the space. He does this over and over as he fucks me with his tongue, and when I come, almost delirious, he drinks it down, a rumble of approval vibrating through his chest.
When I’m nothing but a quivering mess, covered in sweat and hanging limply, Aiden rises to his feet, hands at my waist to steady me.
He makes soothing noises in the back of his throat, scattering kisses over my available skin.
His praise filters through the white noise in my head: You’re so good.
Such a sweet girl. Take it so well for me.
You can take a little more. I’ve got you, love. That’s it. Let me help you.
When I can see through the haze of tears—I hadn’t even realized I was fucking crying again—I see he’s got me cradled in his arms. He spins my limp body around until I’m facing one of the windows between the shelves.
My fingers grasp at the frame, arms stinging with renewed blood flow, but it’s luscious, almost too much sensation.
I think he’s going to fill me up and fuck me until I scream, but no, he has more devastating plans for me than that. It would be too easy, and Aiden’s never been easy.
There’s the sound of rustling fabric, and I nearly sob again at the thought of him giving me skin.
I’ve given up the thought of speech; I’m simply incapable.
He presses his body against my back, and that’s enough.
I take long, deep breaths until I get myself under control, but of course, that’s not what he wants.
“You can take more, can’t you, baby?”
I nod, and I hate myself for it. But I’ll take whatever he has to give.
“I’m yours, Catriona. On my knees for you. I’d do anything for you, love. You understand?”
For a man who could say those words to me?
I’d do anything for him.
Anything.
Take his punishments.
His pain.
Lie.
Kill.
There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him.
As though he knows it, his hand comes around to tease and tempt.
Starting with my sensitive, neglected nipples.
His mouth at my throat, he uses his fingers to pluck the tips into defiant peaks and nips at my ears until I can’t tell which is riling me up more.
I grind my ass into his crotch and he’s so hard, I ache for him.
“Aiden, please,” I beg.
“Please, what?”
“I want you inside me.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. Not yet. I want you crazy for me.
Want you to know what a day in my life is like since you stormed your way into it.
” His teeth ravage my neck, and he licks away my tears.
His fingers are the devil’s work, kneading and pinching my breasts and nipples until I think I could come only from his hands on them.
My hips flex against him, pressing back into his heat, but he’s an impenetrable wall, seemingly unaffected by my slow unraveling.
“Feel how desperate you are? How much you crave me? That’s how I’ve felt every fucking minute since I met you.
My thoughts have been of nothing but you for months.
My dreams. My nightmares. I haven’t been able to focus on anything but having you.
Then you showed up at that fucking dinner, and I realized I couldn’t have you.
Not if I wanted to keep you safe. Don’t you understand? ”
He moves closer, shifting one hand until he can fit two thick fingers inside me.
I whimper, sob, probably scream, and I hope to God no one can hear me.
It’s not like this place is soundproof, considering the open walls.
People flit down the sidewalks outside the window.
Cars rush by. And I’m falling to pieces above them.
The thought that they could look up and see me fills me with lightning.
Sparks travel from his fingertips to my skin. We’re electric.
“I’m not going to stop. Not until you give me everything that you are. It may not be tonight. Or this year. Or five years from now, but I’m going to claim every piece of you, Catriona O’Connor. Because I’m yours, and you’re fucking mine.”
Fingers piston inside me, harder than I thought possible. Usually, I need a little working up to get there like this, but the orgasm bowls me over like a landslide.
I stiffen against him, a scream tearing from my throat.
My legs collapse like a house of cards, simply folding underneath me.
I give half a thought to possibly slamming into the floor, but Aiden catches me against the safety of his body.
Lips to my ear, he croons those words of praise again: You’re so good.
Such a sweet girl. Take it so well for me.
You can take a little more. I’ve got you, love. That’s it. Let me help you.
Carefully, Aiden unlatches me from the hook, then unwinds the restraints around my hands, which have turned a light shade of purple due to the slight restriction.
My legs go around his hips as he cradles my palms in his, massaging to soothe and tease.
Head resting against his chest, I finally become cognizant enough to hear the wild thunder of his heartbeat.
Without thought, my lips find his, tipping up and searching until our mouths fit together.
With a sound of animal need, his tongue thrusts inside, filling my mouth with the heady taste of him.
I drink from him, nipping at his lips, and conclude I’d never need to eat or drink or breathe again if only he’d spend the rest of my life kissing me.
I could survive simply by stealing the very air from his lungs.
Slowly, almost delicately, the want for him ignites again, filling my belly with a slow burn that has me whimpering against his mouth, almost panicking, unsure if I can handle the intensity again.
“Yes, you can,” he says. Jesus, is he reading my mind now? “You can be so sweet for me, bhean chéile. Won’t you? Take every inch of my cock and scream my name like I know you want to. Because you know you belong to me. Don’t you?”
“Please, Aiden,” I whimper.
He only gives me dark laughter, unoffended, or perhaps more accurately, he’s very aware I’m only holding on by a thread.
I bite my lip to keep from saying something that’ll make him stop.
Or from saying exactly what I know he wants to hear.
But it doesn’t matter. His silver eyes gleam in triumph from whatever he can read on my traitorous face.
“Don’t worry, love. It’s all right. I’ll take care of you.
” He takes my hands and cuffs them behind my back in one of his.
His hold is loose—I could free myself at any time, but I don’t dare when I see that he’s unbuckling his belt and unzipping his slacks.
His cock springs free when he shoves down his briefs.
He’s hard and leaking at the tip. My mouth waters at the sight of it, and I almost ask him to let me drop to my knees so I can worship him in return.
But then he’s spreading my legs, hitching me up on the windowsill so I’m at the right angle.
He smears the head of his cock through my arousal and allows the slightest inch to tip inside me.
A ragged sound comes from his throat, and he throws his head back, gritting his teeth to maintain the tenuous grasp on his control.
I twine my legs around his hips and pull him to me, catching him off guard, and with the loss of balance, he drives deep inside me.
My vision goes almost totally white as I take him in that one brutal thrust. I’m swollen, sensitive, and so close to the edge, a stiff breeze could shove me over. When he doesn’t move, I blink around the room to get it to focus. His expression is part thunderous, part awestruck.
His free hand comes to my throat, where he presses until I feel my heartbeat thudding against his palm.
“You’d deserve it if I made you soak my cock for the next hour.
I could stand here all night, princess, and not move an inch.
As soon as you got close to coming all over me, I’d leave you empty and clenching on nothing. ”
“Aiden, please, don’t. I can’t—”
His hand tightens on my throat. “What did I say about what you can take?”
He pulls out, and I thrash against him, afraid he’ll make good on his threats. “No, don’t. I promise I’ll do what you want. Whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” he asks as he thrusts back in.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, and if I had my hands free, I’d cling to him for support.
Instead, I slump against the window, arching my back to bring my hips closer to meet him.
“That’s a dangerous thing to promise me. I could ask for anything.”
“A-anything you-you want,” I babble.
“What if I said I wanted you to tattoo my name on your skin?” he muses, keeping his hips to mine and tilting, until the tip of his cock drags against a spot inside me that has me seeing stars. “It would only be fair because yours is on mine.”
I give it half a thought. I don’t have any tattoos, had never considered them because Father would have beat me senseless if I had, but I say, “I would. Wherever you want.” I become obsessed with the thought of him on me permanently, where no one can take him from me.
This pleases him because he drops a thumb to my clit, coating it in my cum and teasing me with gentle strokes. “You would, hmm?”
I nod vehemently, testing his shackle around my hands, but now his grip may as well be iron.
“What if I wanted to tie you to my desk, spread over its surface, and leave you there while I work?”
Shivering, I don’t hesitate. “Yes, Aiden, oh God. Please. Whatever you want. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
Aiden releases his grip on my wrists and I sob in relief, because now I can wrap my arms around his shoulders, pull him closer. I’d climb inside his skin if I could. His hips pin me against the wall as he drives into me with reckless abandon.
“I want you to say that you’re mine. Tell me you’re mine. That you won’t leave. That you’re going to keep me. Tell me. Tell me, Catriona, and I’ll let you come all over my cock. Say it, pretty wife. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Aiden. I’m yours. I promise. I only want you. I’m all yours.” The words are so similar to the night we met, it feels like I’m suspended in two moments of time.
“Now tell me you love me.”
“I—oh my God, please.”
“Tell me.”
“I love you, Aiden, fuck.”
He chuckles. “The mouth on you. You’re stuck with me, bhean chéile, because I’ve loved you since the day we met, and I’ve loved you more every day since.”
His admission breaks open a dam inside me.
We collide. My arms go tight as a bowstring around him, giving him little room to maneuver, but it wouldn’t matter, anyway.
My pussy clamps down on him so hard it causes a breath to hiss out of him.
He tries to move, but he comes instead. He shouts, but I don’t know what he says because I’m screaming his name.
Just like he said.
“I love you,” he breathes into my skin, stitches into my soul.
“I love you,” I chant against his mouth.
Until death do us part.