Page 63 of Into The Light

His lips that had been pressed tight together in concern spread into a wide grin. I watched as they moved back toward me and I closed my eyes, my breath held fast while I waited for their return. Instead, I felt them brush against my neck. My lips parted, and I breathed out a contented sigh when they brushed the most sensitive spot on my neck, just below my ear.

“Oh, God,” I moaned while he kissed his way down my neck, his tongue leaving little trails of tingling skin in its wake. Cool fingers traced their way down toward my cleavage and my breath hitched when they moved down the crevice between my breasts. Reaching the fabric pulled tight over them, he traced his fingers over the top, brushing my nipple that strained hard against the fabric. A shudder racked my body, and I held my breath while his hand opened up and cupped the entirety of it, a gentle squeeze forcing my head back into the pillow.

When his thumb traced my nipple, I felt the heat sizzling between my legs. Writhing beneath him, I closed my eyes and begged his hand to move south. The need to feel his touch below caused my stomach to clench in a knot I couldn’t unravel. Only his touch could ease the ache.

His lips returned to my neck and his hand drifted from my breast and slid across my dress, following the contours of my figure while it moved down my body. My heart hammered in my chest when his hand moved to my thigh, traveling to the bottom of my dress before sliding beneath it and touching the sensitive skin on my inner thigh. A sharp inhale trapped in my lungs when his fingers moved higher up my leg. Every nerve in my body came alive everywhere he touched. The sensation of his lips moving down to my breasts while his fingers moved up to my heat set my body on fire.

For the first time tonight I cursed the lacy panties that kept his touch at bay. “Please,” I whispered when his fingers reached the lines of my underwear and paused. I needed his touch. I needed to feel him inside me. He raised his head from my chest and met my pleading eyes with an intensity that rocked me to my core. Holding my gaze, a single finger slid beneath my panties and I whimpered when it slid inside my folds and moved up the length of me. When he reached the spot that needed him most I shuddered and closed my eyes while his finger played me like a fine-tuned instrument.

Pressing my head into the pillow, he touched and teased the bundle of nerves screaming for release. When his lips returned to my neck, I moaned and writhed as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. I reached forward and grabbed his shirt, pulling him back up to my wanting lips. He indulged my desire and pressed his lips to mine while his fingers continued their brilliant performance below. My lips parted, and his tongue invaded my mouth as his finger did the same, pushing deep inside of me. I cried in pleasure, the feeling of him inside both places left me overwhelmed and spinning with ecstasy. My body tensed and trembled as he brought me to an almost unbearable level of pleasure. Finally, the sweet release exploded from within me and I let the waves of pleasure roll over me like an ocean storm.

Quick breaths shook my body while I panted beneath him. His lips softened, gentle kisses now teasing my swollen lips. My eyes fluttered open and locked with his. Pride swelled from beneath them and a satisfied smile tipped up the corner of his lips.

“Oh, my God,” I moaned, gasping to catch my breath. My head still swirled, and the buzzing in my ears almost drowned out the roaring of the jet engine. It had been awhile since I’d had an orgasm, and longer than I could remember that a man had given me one, but what I’d just experienced was more powerful than anything I could remember.

With my senses returning, I let my focus move from the satisfied throbbing between my legs back to the striking face staring down at me. Starting to feel self-conscious lying there like a boneless lump, and nowhere near ready to be done, I sat forward pressed my hand to his muscular chest. Using a little pressure, and with no resistance from him, I pushed him backward. Aiden arched a brow while he settled back against the couch.

Hoisting my dress up, I straddled him and settled down onto his lap. He closed his eyes when I let the weight of my body press down on the cock straining hard against his jeans. His lips parted, and I wasted no time in reclaiming them as my own. When my lips pressed against his, I inhaled his warm breath as he blew out a moan. Squeezing my eyes shut, I savored the taste of him and the emotions ripping through my body every time we kissed.

His hands moved up to my back, and I arched against him, pressing myself even harder against his straining member. A moan of agony and ecstasy slipped out of him and encouraged me on. Tipping my hips again, I pressed against him and took his lower lip between my teeth. He moaned again when I tugged it, nibbling on it before giving it back to him. Having this powerful man melting beneath my touch only encouraged me and emboldened me to continue. I wanted him to experience the intensity of the pleasure he gave me.

Leaning back, I drew my lips away from him. He leaned forward to follow them, but I sat upright, moving just out of his reach. His azure eyes snapped open and the intensity in them nearly sent me tumbling backward off his lap. Passion and power collided beneath the ocean of blue and threatened to explode in a tidal wave of desire.

“Emilia,” he whispered, reaching up and brushing a tendril of hair from my face.

He mesmerized me, and I took a moment to stare at him and appreciate the exquisite features on his face. He was beautiful.

And he was mine.

Without warning, I grabbed his shirt with both hands. Clutching the fabric tight, I ripped my hands in opposite directions. His eyes bulged when his buttons flew, and his chest exploded into view. The smooth skin of his impossibly chiseled pecs drew my eyes first, and then my hands shortly after. I slid my palms over the bulging muscles and sat back to admire the view. My fingers traced down the distinctive lines that carved into his abdomen and formed a Photoshop worthy six-pack. The sight of his chiseled body beneath my fingertips sent the heat racing back down between my legs.

He watched me, fascinated, while I explored his body. I took my time and let my hands wander over his flawless skin before letting them descend to the part of him I wanted to explore the most. When my hand slid across the swelling in his pants, his eyes slammed shut and his head flew backward.

“Oh, God,” he breathed.

I continued sliding my hand across it, moving it back and forth and up and down the length of him. His hips bucked beneath me and he strained against me, desperate for more pressure. The need to have him inside of me moved my fingers to the fastenings that kept us apart. His eyes opened and locked with mine while I undid his button and drew down his zipper with a long, slow pull. His lack of underwear allowed his cock to spring out uncontested, and I drew a sharp inhale when it burst free and came into sight even bigger than I had imagined.

I reached out and stroked it with a tentative touch. A guttural moan shook his whole body when I took him in my hand. His face twisted in pleasure as I moved my fist up and down, taking a firm hold on the shaft and finding a gentle rhythm that made him squirm beneath me. Sliding forward, I could almost feel him against my own pulsing heat, my thin cotton underwear the only thing separating us. He moved his hips, and it tipped me forward just enough that I brushed against him with my most sensitive spot. A shock of pleasure exploded out of me and I knew I needed more. I needed it all.

His eyes shot open, and I held his gaze while I inched forward. He moved his hands under my dress with blurring speed and I gasped when I felt my panties tear free. Grabbing my hips, he drew me against him. His straining skin slid along the length of me, the wetness my desire for him created allowed me to move against him with ease. Our breathing deepened as I moved closer to the tip, my need to have him inside of me growing to unbearable lengths.

“Condom,” I whispered, almost too caught up to care. But in the length of my next breath, his lightning fast movement had produced a condom already in place. With eyes locked, I raised my body until I felt his cock pressing at my opening. His grip tightened on my hips and held me steady, slowly pushing me down the length of him.

Together we sighed as he slid inside, filling me in more ways than I could have imagined. Our moans mingled on a single breath, and I felt our bodies connect and fuse into one. He sat forward, pulling me into his chest and wrapping his arms around me. My arms encircled his neck, and our lips pulled together in a kiss so powerful it stole away my breath and sent shock waves rippling through every inch of my body.

Before I had time to exhale, I was up against the wall on the opposite side of the plane. The force of my back hitting the cold metal side forced the breath I held out with a groan. Aiden’s body held me tight against the wall, and my legs lifted and wrapped around his waist. It pushed him even deeper inside of me and it filled the last of the ache that had been building all night.

Our mouths continued their desperate kisses while he moved inside of me. Pinned to the wall, I writhed against him, his passion and power building with each thrust.

“Drink me,” I begged. I wanted him inside me in every way imaginable.

His lips left mine and our eyes met for a moment before his gaze fell to my neck. Closing my eyes while he thrust in and out of me, I felt his lips brush against my skin. His kisses trailed up my neck and I inhaled a long breath when his teeth sank into me as his cock plunged deeper inside of me, a pleasure and pain so deep I felt the world around me shift. I rode the euphoric wave his bite induced while his presence inside of me below brought me pleasure so intense I feared my body might explode. With one last powerful thrust, the power of my release sent my mind tumbling into the void, and I screamed his name while my body trembled over and over and the sweet release washed over me.

His own body tightened and then shuddered, his thrusting slowing to a stop as he held me pressed up against the wall, panting.

His fangs retracted and his lips returned to mine.

“Emilia,” he whispered, his breath ghosting my lips.