Chapter 41 #2
“That mouth,” he answered, propping himself over her on one forearm and stroking her face before turning her lips to his.
“Who knew it could be so sweet?” He spoke between deep, plunging kisses, tasting every inch of her again.
Hand trailing lightly up her thighs, his fingers returned to his slow, relentless task, bringing her to tiny gasps, while she wished he’d take her further.
“Please,” she said between quickening breaths.
His hand stopped again, moving to grip her hips, squeezing them as he brought his mouth to her stomach and groaned, kissing her soft skin. He laved kisses and nips over her until he reached her breasts and paused.
“I’ve never heard you so polite. I think I like it.”
And then he took her peaked nipple in his mouth, sucking until her back arched and she was grasping at his flesh, one hand tugging his hair.
Pulling her down the desk, he settled his weight over her, his length slipping through her slick heat as he moved his hips.
The hard, warm length of him set a fire in her, her hands trying and failing to pull him closer.
A soft rumble sounded in Aidan’s chest as he watched her writhe beneath him.
He rolled his hips into her again, making her release a throaty sigh as a ripple of pleasure sated her for the briefest of moments.
Looking down, she bit her lip as Aidan took himself in hand, his crown teasing her entrance. Lifting her hips, she offered herself, but he withdrew only for a pathetic sound to escape her. She squirmed impatiently, and he appeared over her, his hand sweeping up over her throat.
“Hush,” he chided, his fingers now brushing her lips. She bit down, narrowing her eyes, tired of his teasing. He shook his head, a little grin playing on his lips.
And then the god of the dead dropped to his knees, kissing her feet that dangled off his desk.
His kisses crawled up over her skin until his mouth replaced where he had just taunted her with his cock, his warm breath teasing over sensitive skin.
Hand on her stomach, his mouth sank onto her, sucking and licking until her cries were wordless, and she was a sopping mess.
Satisfied, he stood and held her gaze as he wiped his mouth, and notched himself at her entrance. He waited, gently moving his head through her wetness as she panted, but he still didn’t move. The slow, torturous sensation continued until she broke, her eyes latching onto his burning blue ones.
“Please,” she said again, the sound half breath and barely formed.
“Your words are honey,” he murmured, one hand trailing over her breast, eliciting a shiver as his fingers grazed her nipple. Cock held against her, he canted her hips and sunk into her, controlling the motion even as he closed his eyes in strain, and a broken groan fell from his lips.
Breath by breath, he stretched her with his fullness. Leaning down, he bottomed out within her, capturing her mouth as she inhaled sharply, her eyes rolling back and a flush of heat sending her spinning.
He nipped her jaw. “See what happens when you say please?” He rocked against her gently, the subtle movement flooding her with pleasure as he allowed her to adjust to his size.
She once again tried to encourage his movements, her body becoming increasingly desperate after being brought to the edge again and again with no fall, but he denied her, kissing her throat.
“Do you trust me?” His words vibrated against her skin, and she nodded. He hummed, softly running his hands over her waist. “Then relax. I promise you I won’t leave you wanting.”
The frantic energy within her melted back into a sweet, endless pool of anticipation. Her focus narrowed to every last tantalizing sensation, from the drift of his fingertips to the aching heat between her legs.
Pliant, she was a puddle of lust on his desk wearing nothing more than the small smile on her lips as she gazed up at him.
“Good girl, just like that.” He looked down at her with such pleased adoration it made her whole body boneless.
She sank even deeper into her bliss at his praise, no longer worried, but simply lost in the heady space he had led her into.
Aidan’s hands stroked her sides before firming his grip on her hips and adjusting his stance.
Holding her hips, he finally lengthened his thrusts, pausing at her entrance before sliding even more slowly back home to her. The slow drag of him against her walls had her breaths deepening and cheeks turning rosy as she allowed the sensations to pull her further under.
He had chased every thought from her mind, and all she knew was the rhythm of the god above her stoking her higher and higher. From her dark cloud, she bit down, the taste of his skin satisfying something in her even as she wanted more.
His thrusts turned languorous. Slow and luxurious, his cock moved in and out of her like he was savoring it.
A deep, burning heat began to build, and this time she couldn’t control it.
Liquid light poured through her, and every touch brought her closer to the beautiful death she sought.
In her haze, she asked for more, her nose drawing up his neck and pulling in the drug of his scent.
“You asked so nicely,” his low voice slipped out, caressing her. “But I don’t think you’re ready.”
Aidan straightened from his half-bent position, bringing her upright against him only to take his time, watching himself disappear into her over and over. Lips against his chest, she kissed up his sternum, barely coherent and hanging off the edge he’d held her to.
“Fuck,” he groaned, forehead crashing down onto hers. “You’re perfect.”
Bringing his hand down between them, he pressed firmly against her, making small circles as he continued to pump in and out of her. A low moan from deep in her belly sounded, a harbinger of the pleasure about to consume her.
“Yes, that,” Aidan praised her, suddenly gripping the back of her neck and slamming her back onto the desk, leaning over her again and thrusting deeper and harder than before.
The same almost guttural sound left her mouth, her legs wrapped up above his hips, digging in as he brought her closer.
Eyes closed, the liquid light turned scorching and she lost herself to its waves.
Sweat broke out across her skin, and his name fell like a plea from her lips into his mouth.
Hand in her hair, he tugged until her hazy eyes blinked open to meet his, her mouth half-open on a cry.
“I’m right here,” he growled. “Now let go.”
He thrust into her again, and her head threw back against the desk as she completely broke. The sweet endless bliss shocked through her in shimmering waves and convulsions against his skin. Through it all, she clung to him as he spoke softly against her hair.
“Just like that,” he whispered as she floated on, still shaking with tears rolling down her face. She couldn’t have stopped them if she tried, the tears continuing even as mindless pleasure still cascaded through her.
She pressed her face into his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she hiccupped. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”
Her stomach convulsed again, and she groaned as more heat swept through her, pressing her hips closer to him.
Understanding, Aidan slid his hand beneath her low back, fingers spread across her ass as he pulled her onto him as close as physically possible.
Arms tight around him, she exhaled in relief at his closeness.
He held her there until she drew back, easing herself off him, and settling onto the desk propped up on her elbows so she could see him.
The look on his face brought a blush to her face, and she tried to look away. He was looking at her with such gentle but fierce devotion it made her heart stutter.
“Stop.” She flicked her fingers against his skin, leaving them there so she could finally run her hand over his beautiful chest and stomach like she’d wanted to all night.
He smiled down at her less than subtle attempt at feeling him up before grabbing her fingers and kissing them. “That was new for you then?”
She paused. “Crying?”
He nodded.
If her cheeks had warmed before, now they burned. He was never going to have sex with her again. She was so embarrassing.
He kissed her palm now, noting her distress. “I’m honored.”
She froze, her brow quirking. “You’re honored that I acted like a teenage virgin?”
A rough laugh escaped him, his abs flexing over the top of her. “How do you feel right now?”
She stretched, her whole body languid. “Spent, but new. Like you cleared everything out and I can breathe again. Like I want to do it some more,” she purred, pulling him down to her so she could kiss his mouth. “Mmm.” She couldn’t help the little noise, he tasted so good she nipped his lip.
Another laugh rumbled through him. “I’ve created a monster.”
She nodded. “You’ll have to deal with the consequences.”
Shaking his head, he traced his fingers over her skin.
“I don’t need or want to know what kind of sex you’ve had before.
That’s your business, but I want you to know that it’s normal for certain kinds of sex to elicit that type of response, and I’m honored because it means you gave yourself over to me.
You trusted me with all of you, and I know how difficult that is for you. ”
Her throat suddenly had a lump, but she nodded, and he sat up, scooping her onto his lap. “Hold on.” In a flash, they were on his bed, and Aidan was drawing the covers back, gesturing for her to crawl in.
Once they were under the covers, her hand slid across the sheets, trailing over the length of him. Wrapping her fingers around him, she smoothed her hand up, then back down in one smooth stroke, and Aidan closed his eyes, groaning as he put his own hand over hers, stopping her.
Confusion cramped her stomach. “But you didn’t…? Do you not want…?”
His bright blue eyes flashed open, practically glowing in the dark as he moved over the top of her faster than her eyes could track. Hot and ready, he pressed against her. “Does that feel like I don’t want you?”
He ground down against her already sensitive front and laughed darkly as he rolled off her. “Go to bed, Thorn.” Grabbing her, he pulled her into his side, her face on his chest.
Sitting up, she dug her elbow into his ribs and glared, knowing damn well he could probably see her with his stupid immortal vision. “I don’t understand.”
He sighed. “I can’t.”
“You can’t have sex? Hate to break it to you, but I think that ship has sailed.”
Aidan bent one elbow, putting his head on his hand, sounding patient now. “I can’t risk fully finishing inside you while you’re mortal.”
She paused, anxiety rising inside her. “Do regular contraceptive herbs not work?”
Face to face in the dark, the high points of his defined cheekbones colored. The mighty death god was finally almost embarrassed. He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “They work.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that I’m not willing to risk harming you.”
“Aidan, you’re going to have to spell it out.”
Rolling onto his back, he slid one arm behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. “I might have run some numbers, some scenarios.”
“About you…finishing inside me?”
“Yes,” he snapped without any bite. “I don’t want to alter your mortal makeup in any possible manner.
It was dangerous enough that the realm accepted you the day I made the oath to keep you alive, but I’m concerned that any serious amount of my essence within you could interfere with your transformation. ”
“And why would it interfere?”
“I don’t know! It was just a thought, so I ran the numbers, and it is a significant possibility, and we don’t need any more things that could go wrong.”
Elysia bit her tongue, studying his clenched fingers and the forearm covering his eyes.
She wrapped her pointer and thumb around his wrist, delicately lifting his arm as she draped herself across his chest. Stubborn light shone out of the low fire in his eyes.
Dropping his arm away from his face, she folded her hands and rested her chin, continuing to gaze quietly at him.
His shoulders dropped. “You think I’m ridiculous.”
Her brow scrunched, but her voice was gentle.
“No, I think your brain wouldn’t know what to do if it wasn’t worrying.
The odds for all of this are terrible, and you can’t control that no matter what, and that’s hard.
Your brain is stuck. It can’t find a solution, and it doesn’t know how to rest, so it makes more problems to worry about. ”
He huffed lightly, shooting her a look. “I’m not risking you.”
She rolled into the crook of his arm, staring up at the ceiling like him. “There are other options.”
“I’ve waited this long. I can wait a short while longer.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” The word was suspicious.
She lifted a shoulder. “Sounds like I need to give you more actual things to worry about. I could tell you about how today went if you’d like. Might help.”
Even though she couldn’t see him, she could feel his silent grin as he shook his head.
“You know I’m never going to be able to sleep unless you tell me now, right?”
She glanced up, tilting her head back. “You’re a very strange man.”
He pinched her ass and she squeaked.
Voice barely a whisper, she rolled back on top of him, nose to nose. “I have an idea. Will you run the odds?”
Hands cupping where her thighs met her ass, the god of the dead kissed her so intensely she lost her breath and saw stars.
“Tell me what you need,” he rumbled, and she smiled. Maybe letting people in on her plans wasn’t the worst thing in the world.