“Yes, you can. Your body’s already begging for my cum.” He craves my submission as much as I crave the brutality he offers me.
“Scream for me, Mia. Let anything that hunts this fucking river know who owns this virgin cunt.”
His hands tighten to a bruising hold around my thighs.
“Aiden, please…” I cry out as an intense orgasm begins to crest. My pussy tightens around him, and I feel his cock grow inside me even more as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, struggling to control his own breath and movements. I realize there’s nothing more beautiful than this beast of a man, this picture of control and power, overcome with desire forme. Powerless forme.
And with that thought, I come completely undone. “Aiden!”
“Fuck, look at how beautiful you are, coming all over my cock… This greedy pussy. Such a little whore, begging me to fill her.”
“Please…” I trail off because I’m helpless as I do exactly what he says and keep coming, so fucking hard, all over his dick.
His groan in response is savage. My body tenses, and I dig my nails deep down into his skin as he grips me tighter.
Pain.
It’s what he craves too as he thrusts into me, unhinged. Frenzied.
His hands sink deeper into the flesh of my hips, and his mouth comes crashing down on mine. “Fuuuck, Mia…” His voice is a roar as his cock jerks and pulses inside me and his teeth sink into my lip. It’s already tender from his bite before and immediately starts to bleed.
My head falls back, and I feel Aiden suck my lip, coaxing my blood to pool inside his mouth. I open my eyes as he licks his lips, tasting me, before he kisses me again, and this time I bite him back. Hard enough that he hisses. There’s nothing more erotic than kissing him like this, tasting us both together as we come down.
He says nothing as he gently pushes my hair off my face. He pulls his cock out, leaving me empty and aching as he stands up. His cock is still half hard, barbells glinting in the moonlight as he stoops and picks me up, softly kissing my lips. An outsider would think he just made the sweetest love to me on a bed of rose petals instead of fucking me like a barbarian at the edge of a gator-infested river.
But his arms feel safe as I rest my cheek against his warm, muscled chest. With his lips pressed to my forehead, he grabs his clothing off a tree stump near the edge of the water.
“You did so fucking good, Mia.” He kisses me again. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
When we reach the van, he sets me on the seat, pulls a pair of clean boxers from a bag on the floor, and pulls them on. A towel comes next, and he wraps it around my shoulders, drying me, then moving between my legs to clean me up. He pulls a clean T-shirt gently over my head. It’s warm from being in thevan, and I stop shivering almost immediately. It smells just like him.
He drapes his leather cut over my legs before he throws on his T-shirt and jeans.
“How did you know we’d need…new clothes?”
“I brought them in case I had to burn the ones I was wearing after I killed you.”
“Oh…” I say hoarsely.
Aiden disappears for a moment to lock up the cabin, and then he’s back. He buckles my seatbelt around me with his strong hands and pulls my damp and matted hair back off my face as he peers down into my eyes, studying me quietly before I feel him place a water bottle into my hands.
“Drink, Mia.”
I do, but I feel spaced out. The adrenaline is wearing off. I let my eyes flutter closed, exhausted, yet my heart is still pounding. Aiden climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the engine. I hear the flick of a lighter, and the potent smell of weed fills the space.
I open my eyes when I feel his broad palm rest on my leg. Without warning, he leans in close, his hand coming up to tenderly encircle my throat, just enough to angle my face up so he can press his lips to mine. I open my mouth without hesitation, my body working on command for him, and the feel of tangy smoke rushing into my lungs makes me gasp. It tickles and burns, but Aiden prevents me from exhaling with his kiss.
His tongue slips into my mouth, easing the burn, and I relax into it. We breathe the smoke, in and out together, and I realize this exchange is the sum ofus. The back-and-forth, poison to pleasure and back again. Peace settles over me with each shared breath.
He takes another pull from the joint, still holding my mouth open. This time, when he moves close, I lean in, sucking in the smoke, inhaling deep. I’ve never smoked weed in my life, but if it helps bring my heart rate down, I want it.
I want to let the warmth of him and the high he offers utterly consume me. Once more, he takes a long drag and feeds it to me. Once more, I take it before he stubs out the joint.
“Now,” he says deeply, “let’s go home and get you cleaned up.”
All I hear ishomeas I close my eyes and let the darkness of the night swallow me.
Chapter 36
