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I cut off her exclamation with my mouth.
God, I would never get used to the way her mouth felt molded to mine—soft and pliant, perfect and sweet. She melted beneath me, her lips parting with a soft sigh. I sank my tongue between her lips and lapped at hers, tasting her.
A fire ignited in the pit of my stomach. Arousal made me dizzy as I struggled to pull away from Aria, her arms twining around me and pinning me to her body as she deepened the kiss. I shuddered when her warmth cradled me.
By the time I managed to escape her grasp we were both panting. I groaned, dropping my head to her collarbone.
“If we’re going to fake it, we can’t kiss like that,” I complained.
Aria chuckled breathlessly. “I think that might be for the best.”
I rolled off her. “Time to put on a show, then.”
I dragged myself up into a standing position on the bed.
Aria’s eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”
I put a finger to my lips and bounced lightly, sending the bed shifting into the wall with a soft thud. Aria glanced between the headboard and me skeptically. I flashed her a grin, and then, I moaned.
“Oh,fuck!”
She slapped a palm over her mouth to stifle her laughter just as I bounced again, sending the headboard into the wall with another thud.
“Shit,” I groaned, low in my throat. “You feelsogood.”
Aria’s cheeks darkened. I made an encouraging motion with my hands as I mouthed for her to moan, too.
She palmed her forehead, closed her eyes, bit her lip, and followed through. “Right there,” she mewled, and I froze. “Don’t stop, Sariel.”
This plan was quickly going to shit. It might have been safer if I didn’t know how close her performance was to the real thing, and had no idea what she looked like while I actually pleasured her.
Her eyes opened, and she made a hurrying motion. I swayed from side to side, moving the bed back and forth in a rhythm that I prayed emulated sex. Even though it was pretty slow, I didn’t care because it was exactly how I would make love to Aria our first time. Nice and slow.
There was no fake roughness to my voice when I said reverently, “You’re beautiful.”
Maybe faking it would be harder than I expected.
5
NIGHT CLASS
ARIA
The feeling in my legs was gone, lost somewhere between a fitful night after Sariel and I thoroughly embarrassed ourselves and surviving Louis and Neil’s weapons session today.
I couldn’t narrow the exact moment down, but I could speculate that it might’ve been after getting knocked on my ass by Louis that first time. Honestly, for a human Guardian, he was meaner than Commander Thorn, even if his partner Neil had apologized in advance.
It was easy to see why they would work us harder than the other instructors, since they’d probably had to work harder than anyone else in their lifetime.
Our first weapons lesson had required us to take hits. It’d been a “first” for Reese and I, at least, as the others had been here long enough that some didn’t even flinch at the smack of the thick piece of wood Louis attacked with.
Arms, legs, stomach, back, and head. Repeat.
Reese had thrown up twice, and my anxiety over her not being able to withstand training had skyrocketed at seeing her doubled over on her knees.
I’d dutifully kept my mouth shut when she’d stood back up each time, her cheeks flushed, her entire body trembling. My respect for her had increased tenfold—and from the looks on Louis and Neil’s faces, so had theirs.
If weapons training wasn’t the reason I couldn’t feel my legs, then maybe it was Lucia’s fault.
