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I know, I just know, that Aiden would murder Adam and not bat an eye. He’d do it on school grounds. He’d endanger his future.
I run up to him, ignoring my fear of the water nearby. “Stop it, Aiden. Let him out.” “Not yet.” He uses both his hands to keep Adam underneath the surface. “He hurt you. He hurt what’s mine.” “You’re going to kill him,” I hiss. “Small price to pay for touching you.” “I hate him, too, but I’m not ready to lose you this way.” My voice is loud and clear. “He’s not worth it.”
His steel eyes immediately soften when they meet mine. I fall to my knees beside him, uncaring about the water soaking my skin, and grip his arm. The tight muscles ripple underneat...
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We’re too lost in each other’s gaze to pay attention to the world surrounding us. We’re barely touching, but I feel him all around me, like a constant.
Right now, I’m sure that if I somehow fell into the pool, he’d bring me out. He’d protect me and be my hero once again. I should probably stop thinking about him as a hero.
And then, Aiden is back to watching me as if I’m the only person in his sights.
What if everyone I love hates me because of my genes? It would be tenfold more painful if it’s Aiden.
Aiden’s lack of boundaries should scare me, but for some reason, a halo of calm submerges me. I stopped him. He allowed me to stop him when he easily could’ve kept going. That fact fills me with overwhelming internal peace.
“Repeat it,” Aiden says. “Repeat what?” “The part about how I’m important.” I suppress a smile. Why am I not surprised he only focuses on that part?
His cloudy eyes and the chaotic emotions swirling inside of them. Those emotions are mine. I want to snatch them up, hug them, and somehow insert them into my chest so they can find company with my own erratic feelings.
The closer I am to him, the more the world disappears. The entire universe is tucked into the small space between us where my knees nearly graze his. “You are important.” He wraps a strong hand around my nape and his lips crush to mine. I don’t resist this time. I don’t stop to think about the consequences. I just let myself be.
His tongue finds mine, feeding off me, tasting me, inhaling me. I do the same. I consume him as hard as he consumes me.
If a kiss had a purpose, this one would be all about finding each other. It’s about a connection that existed since the moment I laid eyes on Aiden in that basement. Everything started then and it’s since refused to end.
For the longest time, I tried to fight our connection, but it keeps winning. Lo...
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My fingers run into his black strands, and he groans into my mouth. It makes me proud, that groan. It makes me proud to bring him ...
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He’s everything I shouldn’t want, and also everything I need.
“Fuck them.” Aiden grips my chin with two fingers as his other hand yanks my boy shorts down my legs. “I need you, sweetheart. I fucking need to be inside you like I need air.” I need you, too. But I don’t have to say it aloud. Aiden must’ve read it in my eyes. He really knows me more than I know myself.
He stole my ability to breathe, talk, or even think. He stole my fucking heart and soul, and there’s no way I’ll be able to get them back.
Being with Aiden is like going through a roller coaster ride in a dark tunnel. There are ups and downs. There’s black and danger. But most of all, there’s excitement and the euphoric feeling of being alive. I’m alive. With Aiden, I never stopped feeling alive.
like his body can’t contain his passion. Passion that bleeds into me, flaring inside me in the form of sparks and fireworks.
Aiden swallows the sound with his lips against mine. He kisses me through my orgasm. He worships my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his cock.
They’re black in the dark, his eyes. Like all the emotions have been taken out of him. His face appears pale and his lips are dry and cracked. The blood has turned sticky around his arms.
“W-who did this to you?” I ask. “Them monsters?” He nods once. “I’m going to save you. I p-promise.” His other hand wraps around my arm and tugs me down. I lie beside him, his injured hand remaining limp between us. “Stay like this,” he whispers.
His thumb wipes under my eyes. “Don’t cry.” “I can’t stop.” “I don’t like it when you cry.” He continues gathering my tears and making them go away. “Why?” “Because it hurts me when you’re hurt.” “M-me, too. That’s why I’m crying. I don’t want you hurt.” “I’m going to be okay, Elsa.” “Promise?” He doesn’t answer.
“P-promise?” “I can’t.” “But why?” I shriek. “Does it hurt too much? I’m going to kiss it better.” Leaning over, I place a kiss on the side of his bandage. “Daddy says it heals when you kiss it.” He smiles. It’s weak and with no energy, but he smiles.
I was going to show him the picture of houses I’ve been drawing and ask him if he knows how to make one. Because I told Daddy I’m going to build houses when I grow up.
he says nothing as I grab his injured arm. Biting down my lip, I lay it on my lap and draw on the non-injured side. Once I’m done, he studies my drawing. “What is that?” “An arrow.” “Why an arrow?” “Daddy says when you feel bad, you should keep that energy inside.” “Why inside?” “So you can store it for later. Bad things happen for a reason.” “Bad things happen for a reason,” he repeats, staring between the arrow and my face
SOBBING. HE GOT IT TATTOOED.
a small smile breaks on his lips. I love that smile. I want to kiss it, not to make it better, but because I love it. So I do just that. I lean over and press my lips to the corner of his mouth.
The tattoos. His arrow tattoos are inspired by what I drew back then. He’s right. I’ve been under his skin for such a long time just like he’s been under mine.
Even though I don’t remember everything, I clearly remember that potent connection we shared in the basement. Our story started there whether I like to admit it or not.
it was children finding friendship in each other. Truth is, we were and still are lost souls fi...
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Are you there?
Apparently, Jonathan didn’t like the way he ended the engagement with Silver and he’s making him pay in the only way Jonathan knows how — taking him away. They’ve been on some business trip to China. Aiden has been texting me sporadically whenever he finds the time.
To say I miss him would be an understatement and an insult to my feelings.
I’m always here for you, sweetheart.
Did you have another nightmare? God. He knows me so well. Under normal circumstances, I would be fast asleep at this time.
No. It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t, huh? Funny because that’s what I dreamt about. We need to synchronise our dreams.
"we need to synchronize our dreams" I'D DIE
I suppress a smile. What type of magic does Aiden possess to make me feel better even through texts?
If I ask you to tell me about the past, will you? I expect him to think about it, to tell me I’m not ready, but the reply is immediate. Whenever you wish.
My shrink recommended that I remember it on my own without hearing retellings, and Dad complied. The truth is a sneaky thing. Like a witch, it demands a high price before setting you free. Life as I know it can go up in smoke — including my relationship with Dad and Aiden.
When are you coming back? Less than a week. Why? Do you miss me? I don’t even think as I type. I don’t listen to my paranoia anymore. Denying my feelings for Aiden only destroyed me from the inside. I do.
“Say it. I need to hear it.” The raspiness in his tone sends tingles racing down my spine. That voice is made to say dirty, authoritative things. “Say what?” “That you miss me.” “I miss you.” My voice is low, sultry. I didn’t even know I had that range. “Fuck, sweetheart. I’m hard.”
God. I love his voice when he lets his real self shine through.
The desire in Aiden’s voice is contagious. It’s the type that grips you by the neck and never leaves.
“Talk to me, sweetheart. Let me hear your voice.” He pauses. “Scratch that. Touch yourself as if I’m there with you.”
“How do you want me to touch myself?” I ask. “Remove your clothes.” His raspy order travels through my ear and hits me straight in my core. “Do it slowly as if I’m watching.”
“Touch them as I do.” So much authority. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
Closing my eyes, I surrender myself to the overwhelming sensations. I might be the one touching myself, but I’m not the one behind this pleasure. Aiden’s raspy orders are.
“Fuck.” His breathing deepens on the other end. “Fuck!” The thought that he’s touching himself to my moans and whimpers drives me insane.
Like his body yearns for mine the way mine does. Like his soul needs mine to be whole.
