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Then again, the very air shimmered around her in a way she would normally consider eerie and unsettling. Yet with Aidan, the uncanny was swept away in the pure delight of being close to him.
Her fingers hovered near his penis and she waited, wanting to give him a little of what she'd just experienced--the utter frustration of wanting something and not getting it.
But Aidan was more forceful. He grasped her wrist and pulled her hand down, twining his fingers with hers. Then he placed both their hands over his rigid cock. "Touch me," he whispered, his warm, wine-scented breath caressing her cheek.
His shaft was on fire, a blistering heat searing her hand and coursing through her veins. She trembled deep within her core as Aidan's body wove a magical spell over her.
Slowly, she stroked him, her fingers memorizing every vein, every ridge, every silken inch of his cock. His guttural groans made her fly with a desire she'd never felt before.
Aidan pressed her back onto the bed and loomed over her. His facial features tightened as if he struggled for control. A wild storm brewed just under the surface of the carefully held tension.
Melissa reached up and cupped his cheek, feeling the sheen of perspiration moistening his face.
Wait. It wasn't perspiration. A light mist fell in his bedroom, wetting everything with tiny drops of cooling liquid.
And for some reason it didn't shock her in the least.
"You have magic inside you," she said, not sure how she knew it, only that she'd finally realized that something about Aidan went beyond an ordinary man.
He stilled over her, then smiled, "I'm about to slip some magic inside you."
"I hope so." Her curiosity about the uncanny moisture pouring down momentarily forgotten, she reached for him, pulling him on top of her. She needed to feel his weight, his strength, fully against her. He flicked his tongue over her lips, then coaxed her mouth open and slid his tongue deep inside, heating her blood.
"I want to be inside you," Aidan murmured against her lips. "Now."
"Yes." She opened her legs and he shifted, the head of his penis probing against the moist folds of her pussy.
"Look at me, Lissa. I want to see your eyes when I drive my cock inside you."
He took another taste of her lips and leaned back. She grasped his biceps, his muscles bunched with effort. His eyes met hers and lightning scorched the room as he slid partially inside her.
"God," he rasped. "Just like I knew you'd be. Hot, slippery wet. Your pussy's pulling me in, cher, do you feel it?"
The crack of thunder shook the bed and rain began to fall over them as he thrust once and embedded himself deeply within her.
"Yes, Aidan, I feel it." She found it difficult to breathe, unable to concentrate on anything except him filling her completely. She'd assumed correctly--she could take him all in. And it was glorious.
Never had she been filled like this, never had a man's cock touched her womb with such depth, such fire. She was suddenly thankful for the inexplicable rain that moistened her face and body, cooling the flames that scorched her.
He moved, pulling back and thrusting slowly, his breath catching and releasing in panting moans, the same as hers.
"Your pussy was made for my cock. Feel how you tighten around me?"
"Yes." She pulled his head down, needing his mouth. His tongue entered her, teasing her with the dual sensations of plunging heat.
She felt the buildup already, shocked that she could possibly come again after she'd been over the edge three times already.
Then again, this was Aidan, and she'd discovered anything was possible with him.
Aidan couldn't quite believe all this was real--the sensations, the power of the storm, the sheer pleasure of finally being inside Lissa. She was heaven and hell in one package, so sweet and giving, so open and honest in her sexuality, and yet she tortured him like the devil himself.
Always having thought he was the one with the magic, he now knew he was wrong. As he pulled back and thrust inside her repeatedly, her tight core pulsed around him. She wove a spell of desire through his senses that he'd never experienced before.
She was his magic.
Her hips rose and pulled him in deeper. No woman had been able to take him in completely before. But Lissa could. She was so tight, so wet, and she fit him as if she'd been made only for him.
Lightning arced within the room again. Aidan couldn't stop the elements from invading, and no longer cared. Melissa hadn't appeared shocked at the fact it was now raining in the bedroom, a fact which pleased him greatly.
She accepted his magic. Maybe not consciously, because he sensed her complete immersion in their lovemaking. But still, she had separated that reality from the depth of their bonding.
What would happen later would happen. For now, she was his, he was buried inside her where he'd longed to be and nothing else mattered.
He glanced down at her and his chest tightened, unfamiliar emotions surfacing. She looked like an angel, her blonde hair fanning out over the dusky pillow, her creamy body illuminated by the lightning searing the room. Her face was flushed and damp from the falling mist, her lips swollen from his kisses, her nipples erect.
Aidan leaned down and captured the rigid peak of one nipple in his mouth, sucking deeply until she wound her hands through his hair and pulled him closer. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, rewarded with her whimpers of pleasure.
She tasted sweet all over, from her scented skin to her honeyed pussy. He'd want to taste her again before long. She'd come so quickly he couldn't get enough of her juices.
But now, he fucked her. And he loved fucking her.
She was his. Tonight, all night, she was his.
And he couldn't get close enough, couldn't seem to pull her deeply enough against him to satisfy his hunger for her.
His cock trembled, threatening to spill. But he willed the sensations to subside. No way was this going to be over too quickly. Even though the logical part of him knew there'd be more, this one time, this first time, had to last.
But Melissa was making it difficult. Already her pussy contracted against his cock, squeezing him. She lifted her hips and he inched more deeply inside her. His balls pulled up tight against his body, and he knew it wouldn't be long.
"Aidan. God, I can't..."
Melissa's words trailed off and she squeezed her eyes closed. He kissed her lips, drawing her sighing moans into his mouth. He moved faster, stroking her with more depth.
"Yes, like that, oh, yes," she cried, her legs clenched tight around his waist, her hips bucking against him.
He reached underneath and gathered her close, his hands closing over her ass and fitting her even tighter against him. She moaned long and low as his pubic bone brushed her clit.
"C'mon cher," he whispered, nearly incapable of speech. "Come on my cock."
She screamed and climaxed, the contractions clamping over his shaft and squeezing. He gave up the struggle to maintain control and let the storm rumbling inside him free.
The elements opened up around them and rain pummeled them, lightning shot against the walls like a laser beam out of control, and thunder lifted the bed off the ground. Melissa's screams mingled with the crescendo of the storm and his groans of release. His orgasm was relentless, pouring his essence inside her, mingling with her juices until they were drenched in their fluids. He'd never felt so complete, so satisfied, in his life.
Moments later he collapsed on top of her, completely drained. She lay still, her eyes closed. Aidan struggled to regain the control he'd lost. He closed his eyes and reversed the storm until the room dried and all was in its place.
He withdrew and pulled Melissa against him. She sighed contentedly and rested her head on his shoulder. The ache of tenderness he felt when he wrapped his arms around her scared the shit out of him.
She opened her eyes briefly, smiling up at him with a half curve of her lips. She looked supremely satisfied. Then she drifted to sleep in an instant.
Aidan pondered the ceiling where moments ago bolts of lightning had shot around them.
He'd never lost it so completely before, never let the storm take over. But this time he had.
And it was because of Melissa. Somehow and in so many ways, she'd gotten to him. Not just physically, but emotionally.
The word destiny appeared like a neon sign before his eyes, but he forced it away.
She wasn't his destiny. She was fun, beautiful, and a tigress in the bedroom, but that was all she'd be to him. He wasn't ready for any so called destiny, wasn't ready to settle down and certainly wouldn't do it with Melissa Cross.
No matter how he felt about her.
And how the hell did he feel about her?
Dammit. He was over thinking everything again. Clearly Melissa only wanted sex from him, which was the same thing he wanted. She'd never told him she was emotionally involved with him, not like some women did. All she'd said tonight was that she wanted him.
