Page 27 of His Paradise

“Aden?” I pant, “Shut up and just fuck me,” I barely get the words out when his mouth crushes to mine, his tongue swirling against mine as his hand curls between my thighs, flicking over my clit.

He steals my moans, swallowing the sound as his fingers curl inside of me. It feels incredible, but I want so much more. Aden leans backwards and I reach between us, stroking his thick length as I show him what I want. The empty feeling when he pulls away is suddenly replaced by his head as he slowly pushes inside of me. My back bows, pressing our chests together as he taunts me, sliding inside inch by inch.

Once he’s fully inside of me, Aden pins me in place with his hips. I’m desperate for any movement or friction as I squirm beneath him, but Aden grins before nipping at my neck.

“This is torture,” I whimper. His deep laugh rumbles through me, sending a pulse between my legs as he grips my hip, digging his fingers in.

“Torture is being married to a woman as beautiful as you, and resisting the urge to fuck you in every room.” He thrusts once, rocking my entire body, “To bend you to my will, knowing you’ll never break.” Another thrust that takes my breath away. “To know that you only kneel for me in these moments, and that I bow to you, my queen.” My heart races as Aden slams his hips to mine, our bodies colliding in the silence of the room.

His tender words are a contrast to the harsh way he holds me, his teeth skimming along my throat and a hand tangled in my hair to wrench my hair as he flips me to my knees. Aden slams himself inside of me and reaches around to swirl his fingers around my clit at a dizzying pace. The pressure swells, threatening to stall my heart until it bursts and floods my veins. I cry out his name as he wraps an arm around my waist to hold me up as pleasure steals my senses.

Listening to him moan my name as his thrusts become erratic, his grip over my body tightening until he slams himself into me one last time with my name on his lips.

“You are my paradise, Nina.” He buries his face in my neck, holding me tight as if I’m the most precious thing in the world.

“You are my home.” I say, yawning as he tucks the blanket around us.

Chapter twenty-three

Nina

Olivia’s pink cheeks were the first giveaway, the second is the way Percy and her keep sharing stolen glances and smiles. She avoids looking me in the eye as Aden saunters into the room, grabbing the front of my robe to yank me against his chest. He tilts his head, crushing our mouths together and delving his tongue past my lips while I cling to his shoulders for dear life.

“We heard plenty last night, you don't have to show us too.” Percy grumbles, turning on the stool to lean his back against the island while Olivia buries her face in her hands.

Aden flicks an irritated look in their direction before brushing his thumb over my lip and winking. “I’ve grown tired of houseguests. Percy is leaving today.” He says, pouring each of us a cup of coffee while I shamelessly watch his bare back. The muscles flex as he stretches, his cocky smirk thrown over his shoulder lets me know he’s doing it on purpose.

“Olivia wanted to ask if we could stay a few more days. She’s worried you’ll snap Grayson’s neck in his sleep.” Percy snorts and Olivia swats his shoulder with the back of her hand. “It’s not that I think you’re jealous, Aden. I just think that Gray can push buttons.” She gives an awkward smile as Aden sits on a stool, pulling me into his lap to rest his chin on my shoulder.

“I won’t kill him in his sleep.” Aden sighs, and I see them both visibly relax. “I’m an honorable man, I’ll make sure he sees me coming.” Well, at least he’s honest. He sips his coffee and Percy chokes out a laugh. I roll my eyes at my sister, shaking my head. Aden’s hand slips beneath my robe, his fingers dancing over the front of my silk shorts.

The island counter covers us, but it doesn’t hide the way my face burns when his fingers dig into the fabric.

“We should be hearing back soon from our friends about the gift we sent them yesterday,” Aden smirks at Percy, his fingers hooking beneath the edge of my shorts. We both hold our breath when he touches my bare skin and desire crawls along my spine. I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck when he laughs, slowly sipping his coffee as his fingertips drag through the slick that gathers between my clenched thighs. It doesn’t take him more than a gentle squeeze to spread my thighs and I bury my face in my arms on the counter when he finds my clit.

“Nina, are you okay?” Concern in Olivia’s voice makes me feel guilty for a split second before the pressure begins building as Aden uses his free hand to massage my neck.

“It was a late night for us, some nights Leo fights against sleep.” He lies so easily, and Percy’s laugh makes me glance up.

“Yeah, that was definitely the baby that was screaming last night.” He grins when Olivia jams her elbow into his ribs and I wish the floor would open up to swallow me up. Aden’s fingers plunge inside of me curling in a way that makes my entire body tense at the rush of growing pleasure.

“I’m going to go get dressed, Percy packed us an overnight bag just in case.” Olivia smiles at him as he stands and holds his hand out for her to take. Neither of us make a sound as they head up the stairs, and Aden flicks his hand, dismissing the guards in the room as he puts me onto my shaking legs.

I don’t have time to think as he spins and lifts me, planting my ass on the counter.

“What are you doing?” I hiss, cheeks burning at the idea of being caught when he takes his seat again and hooks my right knee over his shoulder.

“I’m going to enjoy a breakfast fit for a fucking king,” He hums, pulling my shorts off and throwing them to the floor. Aden’s hot breath over my bare pussy makes me lay back and cover my mouth. He doesn’t bother to start gently, immediately sucking against the sensitive spot that has my body arching off the cold stone.

My breath becomes erratic, panted moans falling from my lips as I try desperately to stay quiet when he stops the assault on my clit, plunging his tongue inside of me in the next moment.

“Aden,” I can’t stop the sound when he uses his thumb to apply pressure and circle at the right pace that has my eyes heel digging into his back as I desperately pull him closer. His fingers replace his tongue and Aden catches my eye. He makes a show of slowly licking his lips and groaning with a look of a man in pure ecstasy.

“I’ve never tasted anything better than your pussy,” he wraps his lips around my clit, and it shatters my world. The sensations send me careening over the edge of pleasure as my hand tangles in his hair, my hips riding his face along with the waves of my climax.

“Such a beautiful sight, my wife flushed with pleasure and her taste on my tongue.” He sighs, sucking his fingers as his head tips back and eyes slide close. That sight alone is enough to melt me, if I had any bones left to melt.

“Are you banging in the kitchen? Get a room,” Percy taunts, their door slamming shut again. Embarrassment makes my face burn red and Aden helps me sit up, his lip curling in irritation.

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