Aden

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“Not yet, habibi. Not for a long time.”
She growled angrily, making him smile. Until she thumped his back again in her anger.
“Not nice, Sidonie love. You’ll pay for that one.”
“Big talk,” she muttered, then cried out in surprise when he whipped her sweater over her head and used it to tie her hands to the headboard. She tugged on the stretchy material, but his binding held fast. Of course.
“This is what happens when you hit,” he told her solemnly, breaking into a grin when she narrowed her eyes at him, lips pursed in annoyance.
Unable to resist, he leaned forward and took that pretty mouth in a kiss, her lips softening beneath his at once, her tongue twisting over and around his tongue and teeth, her body straining upward, undulating against him as she tried to get closer.
But Aden had other plans. Ignoring her wordless protest, he lifted his mouth from hers and kissed his way along her jaw, then down to her neck where he teased with quick flicks of his tongue, and lower, to her shoulder. He closed his teeth over the delicate bone of her clavicle, letting her feel the edge of his fangs, before moving to her chest once more. Sidonie thrust her breasts upward, and he took a moment to admire their lush beauty, the plush nipples and pink areolas, the bright red brand of his teeth marks.
“Aden!” Sidonie demanded, bucking impatiently, obviously wanting him to do more than admire.
He gave her a single flat look of warning. She huffed in frustration and favored him with a scowl, but then lay quietly beneath his hand where it rested against her abdomen.
Leaning down, he brushed a kiss over the soft skin of her belly, then began stripping away the rest of her clothes. He unfastened her jeans and dragged them down her legs, hooking his thumbs in the lacy edges of her panties and taking those, too, until she was completely naked beneath him. He sat back and admired his work, his lovely Sidonie.
“How come I’m always naked and you’re not?” she asked sulkily.
Aden stroked a hand down her bare leg, starting at her thigh and continuing down to cup her calf behind him.
“Because I like you this way.” He closed his fingers around her calf and pulled her leg up, bending her knee and pushing outward until he could see the first rosy blush of her pussy.
“I like you naked, too,” she said, somewhat more breathless than she had been.
“But this is my bed,” he said patiently, sliding his fingers under her other thigh and bending that leg as well, until she was completely open to him.
“I hate it when you . . . oh, God,” she gasped as he slid a single finger into the wet heat between her swollen folds.
“What were you saying?” he asked mildly, as his finger played in the slick moisture which gave lie to her words.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, eyes closed as she fairly rippled under his hand.
“I don’t think that’s what you said.”
Her eyes flashed open to glare at him.
“Oh, fine, I’ll stop.” He wiped his fingers on her thigh and stood next to the bed, laughing as she snarled a furious protest. Until he began removing his clothes.
She grew silent as she watched him undress, her eyes hot and hungry, her tongue darting out to lick her lips when he yanked his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She was such an erotic sight—tied to his bed, her pale skin flushed, damp with a fine sheen of sweat, his teeth marks on her breasts, her thighs wet with her own arousal. His cock strained at the heavy fabric of his jeans, so tight it was almost painful. Slipping the buttons one at a time, he reached inside and fisted himself as his heavy shaft sprang free, pumping his hand slowly up and down as he ate in the sight of her.
“Aden,” she said urgently, her breath coming in pants, her gaze fixed on his cock as he stroked himself.
“Spread your legs for me, Sidonie,” he crooned.
She obeyed readily, bending her knees even closer to her chest and spreading her legs until he could see the slick opening to her sex, her vaginal lips flushed and swollen in invitation.
Captivated by the sight, Aden released his cock and climbed onto the bed to kneel between her thighs.
“You have the prettiest, pink pussy,” he murmured, then leaned over to taste, his tongue dipping inside her, then out again, swirling over and around the hard pearl of her clit. He lifted his head enough to meet her hungry eyes. “Sweet, too.”
She made a noise very much like a sob, but though he saw her stomach muscles flexing with the effort, she remained still beneath his hands. Such discipline deserved a reward.
Bending his head once more, he inhaled the scent of her arousal, taking it in, feeling the sizzle as it sped along his nerves and over his skin, his cock jerking with the need to bury itself inside her hot little body. But first he closed his lips over the hot bundle of nerves that was her clit, kissing and sucking, his fangs aching with the need to taste more than her wetness.
He scraped the edge of one fang along her clit, and then the other. Her heart was pumping, her muscles taut as she writhed against the binding of her hands, as she strained to keep her thighs open against the need to clasp them around his head.
He teased her, lifting his lips away with a soft kiss, a gentle nip to the tender skin of her inner thigh. She did sob then, the emotion of the moment too much for her to hold in, her need for him warring with her desire to remain still, to please him. He blew softly on the wet flesh between her thighs before rasping his tongue the full length of her slit, stimulating her clit until it was hard with arousal.
And then he truly tasted her, tasted the sweetest blood a woman’s body could offer. His teeth closed over the pulsing pearl of her clit, and Sidonie screamed, her back bowed as the orgasm swept through her body, her sex flooding with juices, pulsing with hunger as it searched for something to fill its emptiness.
Aden gripped her hips, holding her to the bed, keeping her legs open and her pussy available to him as he lapped up the cream of her climax like a sweet topping to the richness of her blood. He sipped and tasted until she began to calm down, until the first throes of orgasm had passed and her breathing was beginning to slow, her heart to cease its racing.
And then he rose up between her thighs and, positioning his cock at her slick and swollen opening, he leaned over her and thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock deep into her tight body, feeling the trembling flesh of her sheath spreading to accommodate his intrusion. Sidonie gasped, then moaned in pleasure, as her legs closed over his back, ankles locked to hold him there.
Aden chuckled at her possessiveness, loving the clasp of her thighs around his hips, the way she arched her back to rub her nipples over his skin. Wanting to feel her arms around him, he reached up and freed her hands from their sweater binding. She responded immediately, curling her arms over his back, her nails scratching along his spine hard enough that he knew she’d drawn blood.
He growled his satisfaction as he pumped in and out of her hot embrace, as her inner muscles began to clench around his cock, her breath gasping in his ear, her heart pounding against his chest. He crushed his mouth against hers, letting her taste herself on his tongue, their teeth clashing until both were bleeding.
Aden lifted his mouth and howled in triumph as Sidonie had her first taste of his blood, as she jolted in surprise at the electric shock of it, shuddering as it exploded directly into her brain like a shot of liquid lust. She began lifting her hips in time with his thrusts, their hips slapping together, her teeth closing over the skin of his neck as if seeking to taste more of him.
Aden snarled and lowered his mouth to her jugular. He could hear the rush of her blood through her veins, the pounding of her pulse. Her scent was overwhelming. His gums ached as his fangs emerged, as Sidonie twisted her head, baring her neck in invitation.
She screamed when he bit her, when the euphoric in his bite raced through her already-electrified bloodstream, lighting up every nerve ending, every pleasure center in her body. Her pussy squeezed around him like a fist even as her blood rolled down his throat, fragrant and rich, thick and sweet. And he felt his own orgasm building, felt his sac stretched tight around his balls, until with a shout of triumph, his climax rolled over and through him, his release roaring down his cock and into her body, filling her with his heat, marking her body and claiming her soul.
Sidonie was his. And he’d kill anyone, man or woman, who touched her.
Chapter Fifteen
SIDONIE DIDN’T know if she could move. She lay on top of Aden, every bone in her body turned to Jell-O, her muscles to mush. He had that effect on her, and she didn’t think it was only his vampire blood. Although that stuff should be bottled and sold as an aphrodisiac. Fuck little blue pills. The vamps could make a fortune selling their blood. There must be a reason they hadn’t done so, she mused. She’d have to ask Aden about it. Although there was a hell of a lot more to sex with Aden than a sip of his blood. He had moves. The things he could do with his tongue . . . A delicious ripple of memory rolled through her body, her fingers digging into his chest as she shivered in a mini-orgasm.
Aden slid his arm around her, his big hand drifting down to cup her ass possessively. He didn’t say a word, and she wasn’t looking at his face. But she just knew he’d have that smug smile going on. She could hardly blame him, but it wasn’t like she was the only one who’d gotten her rocks off. Pleasure had been had all around, hadn’t it?
She propped herself up on his broad chest. He gazed down at her, his eyes all but hidden behind the veil of his lashes.
“Maybe next time I’ll tie you up,” she muttered thoughtfully, not even sure if she meant him to hear it.
But he did hear it, and his reaction was instantaneous.
“No one ties me up, Sidonie.” His voice was hard, his hand on her ass suddenly unyielding. “Not ever.”
He moved abruptly, lifting her off his chest as if she weighed nothing and vaulting off the bed with a flex of smooth muscle. He was careful with her, but he didn’t linger. Sid sat up into a cross-legged position, watching as he strode across the room and disappeared into the bathroom. A minute later, the shower came on, and she sighed.