Page 7 of Forbidden Empire
His lips crashed down with a primal force, igniting a fire that burned through me hotter than any wildfire.
This wasn't a gentle, sweet seduction but a battle of wills and a surrender all at once. The intensity building was years in the making, raw, untamed, and desperate.
Logic said to push him away and end this before it went any further. Except I found myself pulling him closer and fisting the fabric of his shirt.
He groaned against my lips, a sound filled with pent-up desire and longing. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I gasped at the feeling of his hard, thick cock locked between us as if it were a brand marking me.
"Is this what you wanted?" he rasped, his lips trailing from my jaw to my throat. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin there, sending shivers down my spine.
"You tell me," I managed to say, my voice trembling with need as I tangled my fingers in his hair. "You're the one in control."
He chuckled against my skin, the vibration of his voice sending tingles through me. "Control? With you, that's a luxury I don't have."
The tension between us kept growing, driven by a fiery passion that blurred the borders between anger and desire. Every touch, every kiss, deepened the ache inside me.
"You drive me insane," he muttered against my neck, his breath hot and ragged.
"Good," I whispered back, tugging on his hair just enough to make him groan.
He pressed himself against me with determination, teasing and tormenting me until I couldn't handle it anymore. At that moment, nothing else mattered except us being locked in this fierce dance of lust and desire. But then he pulled back, meeting my gaze with dark, burning intensity.
"You don't play fair, Esme," he growled, his tone laced with desire and frustration.
I smirked at him, my desire fueling my confidence. "And you love it."
A flicker of dangerous intent flashed in his eyes, hinting he saw right through my bravado. He kissed me again, all traces of gentleness replaced by dominance and need.
The sound of our ragged breaths filled the room, adding to the palpable lust consuming us. He pulled back, resting his forehead against mine as he cupped my face. It was a small gesture that cut straight to my core, making me want something I couldn't have.
"You're exhausting," he murmured, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips right before he brushed his mouth over mine.
This time, the kiss was slower but no less intense. It was a lingering exploration.
Aidon's hand followed the same directive, gliding over every curve and dip of my body, igniting sparks wherever he touched. With deliberate movements, he cupped my breast through my shirt and pinched the hardened tip, eliciting a moan from between my lips.
I clutched at him as my core spasmed and arousal pooled between my legs.
His other hand slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, brushing against the bare skin of my inner thigh.
I moaned and whimpered, dropping my head to Aidon's shoulder. His scent surrounded me, a heady mix of spice and danger that made every nerve in my body come alive. He tilted my neck, his breath coasting over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
With skilled fingers, he grazed over my throbbing clit.
"Aidon," his name escaped my lips like a desperate plea.
Each touch sent electric shocks through me, igniting the fire inside until it turned into an inferno begging for more.
"You're so fucking wet."
"It's only like this with you."
My confession seemed to unlock something primal in him as he shifted and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing to hold him close. The room blurred as he carried me to the primary suite, his weight pressing me into the soft mattress beneath us.
He captured my lips again, then moved lower, scoring his teeth and tongue down my neck. His mouth left a fiery trail in its wake, igniting every nerve in my body.
"Say it again," he murmured, his voice rough and commanding. "Tell me you want this."
"I want this," I whispered, arching my back as he buried his face against my pelvis.
