Page 64 of The Cinderella Secret
He let out a lungful of air and she took a step toward him. They were within inches of each other—close enough that she could feel the warmth coming from his skin. She put her hand up to his face. His sweet, stupid, perfect, beautiful face.
“Oh, Ella,” he sighed and did what she wanted him to do—he kissed her. Aiden had been her first kiss, and unlike every other girl she knew, her first kiss had been electric perfection. Now, six years later, nothing had changed.
Or rather everything had changed. Now there was nothing between them.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Water cascaded over them, hot and stinging where she had been scraped in her escape from the dumpster. But none of that compared to the sensation of his lips on hers. He pushed downward, kissing her neck, and she ran her hand down his side, feeling the hardness of muscle and bone and the softness of skin. His cock was rigid against her leg and she felt an answering heat between her thighs.
Abruptly, he pulled away and she uttered a noise that wasn’t a word, just vocal disagreement.
“Right,” he said. Then he snapped the water off and picked her up, bending to scoop her up as if he were carrying her across the threshold.
He carried her into the hotel room and lowered them onto the bed, their legs tangling as they tumbled across the bed spread. His fingers and mouth were on her breasts, and she gasped as her nipples sprang erect and taut. His tongue teased across one as his hand drifted downward, grazing across her clit. She gasped again and he transferred his attention to her mouth, kissing her while his fingers caressed and stroked her sex. She was wet everywhere from the shower, but under his fingers she became slick with desire.
“Aiden,” she moaned. She reached down, feeling along his body like she was blind, unwilling to stop kissing him long enough to look. Finally, she reached his cock. It was thick in her hand, heavy and hard. She ran her thumb down the shaft and he groaned.
“Aiden,” she murmured, as she stroked again, insistently.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he mumbled, around her lips.
“I have an IUD,” she said.
“Oh, thank God,” he said quite clearly, before kissing her hard.
He pushed her onto her back and settled his weight onto her. His cock rested at the entrance and she felt an almost painful ache of desire. He eased into her and she found herself gasping. The utter sense of satisfaction from having him inside her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She moaned as he began to move.
“More,” she gasped, and he thrust into her, gently at first and then with more urgency.
She clutched at his sides, trying to pull him into her further. Everything he did seem to make her want more. This was far better than any of the fantasies she’d had about either of his personas.
“Number Nine,” she purred into his ear, nibbling his earlobe. He responded with a growl and harder thrust that made her gasp. He continued on and she panted, digging her nails into his sides. She wanted him like this, wild and hard. She moved her hands inward toward his spine and he groaned.
“Right there, Princess. Dig in.”
She did as he asked and sank her nails into the soft ridges of muscle on either side of his spine. She arched back, giving him everything.
“Say it again,” she begged. “Call me—” she broke off, moaning, unable to contain herself.
“Princess,” he growled into her ear. “My princess.”
She was so close, hovering on the brink, each thrust edged her nearer, and she found herself arching, wanting him to go even deeper. He reached down and scooped a hand under her ass, lifting her leg up higher, allowing him to do what she wanted—to fuck her deeper. He drove into her and she said something, but couldn’t remember what. She came then, in an all-encompassing orgasm that tightened every muscle in her body and then released her. He came just as she did, collapsing onto her with a groan.
She clung to him, burrowing her head into the space beneath his chin, planting soft little kisses on his chest, unable to keep her mouth off of him.
“Princess,” he whispered, happiness coloring his voice, “I’m so glad I found you.”
“No, I found you,” she whispered back.
“Stop arguing, counselor,” he ordered, and ducked his chin down so he could kiss her mouth.
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Aiden – How the Fantasy Goes
Aiden woke up and blinked to focus his eyes on the bed side clock. It was nearly three in the morning. Ella was sitting naked on the desk, watching the city and eating grapes off a fruit plate. It was the sexiest way to eat grapes he’d ever seen.
“How are you awake?” he groaned.
“I don’t have a concussion,” she replied. “Also, I was hungry. Also, they brought up our replacement clothes.”
