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She distinctly heard someone else suck in a shocked breath. She knew it wasn’t her, because the air had rushed from her lungs so fast her head spun. She had to hold tighter to the hand he still laced with hers to keep upright. So many questions shot through her mind in the next moment, she nearly blurted half of them. But she caught them and swallowed them down, studying his expression instead.
He was calm, waiting. He’d planned this, of course. Which meant he’d probably discussed it with their friends enough that she didn’t have to worry.
Tears flooded her eyes. “You know I will,” she said, her voice choked. “I love you, Aric.”
His eyes sparked and his smile widened. He extracted his hand from hers and deliberately lifted the bracelet from its box, clasping it with ease around her wrist. The metal was cool on her skin and the weight of it immediately comforting.
Rochelle rolled her arm slightly, appreciating the way the angle of the sunlight reflected off the different colored gemstones, before looking up at Aric again. “You didn’t have to get me something so extravagant, you know.” Yafae had no ring custom, but she wondered if perhaps this was his nod to their unique shared history?
He grinned and pulled her against him, speaking low. “Of course I did. The one who proposes is expected to offer a gift as a sign of their affection.”
She hadn’t known that. All she could do was smile as more cheers and applause sounded around them. Her fingers curled in his shirt and she pushed up, pressing a kiss to his lips. She’d intended it to be sweet and chaste, mindful of the gathered company, but Aric didn’t seem to care about witnesses. An appreciative rumble vibrated through his chest as he swept his tongue into her mouth and cupped a hand at the back of her head. Her body lit up at the hunger in his kiss and the possessiveness in his grip.
The kiss finally broke and she had to fight with herself not to lead him off the dance floor right then and there. She loved Mitzi and Darnel, but she’d officially had enough of someone else’s party.
“All right!” Viveca suddenly shouted from somewhere else in the room. “All couples please exit the dance floor, it’s time for the sadly single people to let loose! Band, that’s your cue!”
Feet shuffled and murmurs rose as guests moved to accommodate. The band quickly wrapped up whatever slow thing they’d been playing and launched into something more upbeat. It had a fun tempo and Rochelle wasn’t at all surprised to see Viveca’s wild red mane swaying as she did something akin to solo dancing. At least, that was what it looked like from a distance, before Aric guided Rochelle completely out of the room.
Suddenly the party was around a corner, the music and voices still loud but no longer attached to faces.
Rochelle looked up at Aric. “Did you plan that?”
He quirked a brow and folded his hands over the small of her back. “Which part?”
She smiled. “Viveca’s distraction.” It was a little too well coordinated in her opinion.
He chuckled. “No,” he said, “but I was counting on it.” Before she could respond to that, he swooped in and began peppering wet kisses down her jaw. Her head had already fallen to the side before his voice reached her ears again. “The party will last for hours still. I can’t wait that long.”
His urgency was contagious. It might have been the engagement, or the marital atmosphere. Rochelle grabbed his throat and guided his lips back to hers, simultaneously using her magic to transport them upstairs and back to the privacy of Aric’s room. “Make love to me,” she said, a little breathlessly.
Aric backed her up to the wall and ran his hands along her sides, his touch heavy and dragging over the fabric of her dress. “I’m afraid I’m going to need to be a little rougher than that tonight.” He swept his hand up beneath the skirt of her dress, ripped through her panties with barely a touch of his fingers, and latched his lips onto her throat as he plunged two fingers inside her.
Rochelle cried out, clinging onto his shirt and his hair. Her hips rocked in time with his pumping fingers, and his thumb stretched up, rubbing over her clit. He was going straight for results and the both of them were still technically dressed. She knew exactly what kind of night this would lead to, and that thought was enough to tip her over into orgasm. “Aric!”
“So beautiful,” Aric murmured, his lips again beside her ear. “I look forward to devouring every single one of your orgasms for the rest of your life.”
Her body thrummed and she moaned as he extracted his fingers. “That goes both ways, Lord Vardanyan.” She grinned at the way his eyes flashed in response to her choice of identifier.
Aric carried her to the bed, leaning with her instead of dropping her down, so that he remained already positioned between her knees. “You had better get used to that name,” he said. He ran his hands along her legs, one by one popping her strappy heels off as if it hadn’t taken her multiple minutes to get them on. Then he stroked his hands up again, pushing her skirt to her hips, and caught her gaze. “It will soon be yours.”
Her heart swelled and slammed against her ribs as a fresh surge of heat poured through her. “I want that. I want you.” She swallowed and reached out, letting her fingers dip into his messy dark hair again. “Ineedyou.”
He leaned forward and sealed his lips over hers, bracing his weight with one hand and tangling the other in her hair. A flicker of magic danced across him, his own, and not nearly enough to worry her. It was barely even enough to catch her attention. Then he released her lips and said gruffly, “You have me, Rochelle.”
Before she could respond he was inside her again. His thick cock sank deep into her core, filling her body the way his straightforward words filled her heart. He moved his kisses to her jaw and down her throat as he started with a languid pace. Then he pushed up to his knees, moved his hands to her hips, and started thrusting harder. He held her mostly in place in order to drive himself deeper.
Rochelle arched beneath him, her fingers clawing at the comforter as nonsensical moans poured from her throat. She wanted more and yet she didn’t want him to change a single thing at the same time. It was so confusing. It felt so good.
Then Aric scooped her up, flipping them over unexpectedly, until she was sprawled across him with his length still buried inside her throbbing center. He righted her, making sure she remained straddling him, and braced her hands over his chest. “Take what you want, my love. Let me watch. Let me experience your ecstasy.”
She dragged in a breath and ground herself down on him until both of them were groaning. “Then you’d better keep up.” Not that that had ever been an issue. Aric was not a selfish lover. If anything, he was almost too generous, and she was greedy enough to soak up every bit of it. So she gave him what he wanted, as best as she was able, and it started with her ripping his surely expensive shirt wide open to expose that perfectly sculpted chest. She wanted to run her fingers along his muscles while she bounced on his cock.
So she did. She found a rhythm that kept him teasing her most sensitive spot and let her fingers explore as she worked them both back into a frenzy. His hands roamed along her legs, occasionally clenching but never restricting. They stretched up her thighs as her fingers dipped lower on his abdomen, her hips moving over his with a bit less grace.
“Aric,” she said on a gasp. “Aric, please—” Her mind was everywhere and her body felt so needy. He was deep and she wanted deeper. She wanted the sting of unbridled passion.
“Please, what?” he asked as his hands sank into her ass. He bucked up into her and for a split-second she thought she would burst, but it wasn’t quite enough.
