"Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me.
His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his.
"You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the...
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My hands move upward toward the roots of his silcky dark hair. I lace my fingers through and tug slightly as his fingertips dig into the flesh of my hips.
Our lips are locked, tongues moving in perfect sync, leaving a wet trail in each other mouths. My body is straddling his, with his hands firmly on my sides and both of our eyes closed. Both of us feeling too occupied to pay attention to anything around us than the intimate moment we share here and now.
My eyes are closed as I let him explore every inch of my mouth with his tongue.
We eventually pull away for much needed air and close the new found distance while leaning our foreheads against each other. His eyes bore into the dephs of mine as we both are panting for more air.
Aiden's lips tug upward, "you're beautiful." He whispers, more to himself than me.
My heart makes flips and turns at his words and I can feel my already flushed cheeks turn crimson.
I just peck his lips in response, not trusting my voice.
He immediately responds to my lips but pulls away after a few seconds to kiss my neck. His teeth nibbling at my skin, sometimes leaving open mouthed kisses that cause goosebumps to arise everywhere on my body.
I try hard not to moan when he starts to suck and lick on the tender flesh between my neck and shoulder. I know for a fact that he's trying to leave me a hickey but my mind is too clouded to think straight right now.
A few more seconds of licking and sucking, he pulls away with a, somehow, proud smirk on his face. His eyes linger between my neck and eyes, the look on his eyes filled with lust, his pupils dilated and the green colour almost gone.
"You gave me a hickey didn't you?" I ask bored, already knowing the answer. My hands cup each of his warm cheeks, tracing circles with my thumbs on the soft skin right there.
He raises an eyebrow in amusement and looks at my eyes. "A hickey?" He emphasises and it takes me a second to register his words. When I do, my eyes widen and I jump off the couch and run to the mirror in the large hallway.
"Aiden!" I whine. I'm so dead. My brothers are going to kill me if they see this. The tips of my fingers trace the outline if the big, pink mark that's colour gets darker as each second passes and the two smaller, already purple ones.
"Ry!" He mocks walking toward me.
"Ry?"
"Everyone calls you Avery, or Aves, I want to call you something no one calls you." He shrugs. I smile, but only for a second as I see the hickeys again.
I need to cover them up, but the idea of having Aiden's marks and showing them off to public somehow turns me on.
