fingers through her hair. The silken strands spread over his fingers. He knew how soft they would be against his hot flesh, could imagine the drape of them against his cock. He bit back a groan.
He leaned forward. He brushed his lips across hers, a gentle touch meant to tell her how much she meant to him. Jacey pressed her hand to his chest. Her fingers flexed against his skin, and, low in his chest, Aidan groaned.
His hands slid over her back to cup her buttocks, drawing her even closer to his hard body. Her lips parted. With her tongue, she stroked his full lower lip. Self-control be damned . He plunged his tongue into her mouth, wanting to taste all of her. He wanted to drown in her essence and never come up again. Other domanins described falling in love like this. A feeling that deactivation would be far better than this creature’s displeasure. He wanted to make her soar like a bird and then bring her crashing to land like a wave against a shore. As he stroked her tongue with his, Jacey made tiny, breathy cries. He swallowed each one, drawing it into him. A memory to hold on to until the end of time.
He slid his hand over the supple material of the dress until he cupped her breast. His thumb brushed across her nipple, forcing the tiny bead erect. He teased it over and over again until she arched into his hands and he could do nothing but press her against the doorjamb.
He stopped. They hadn’t even gotten all the way into the room yet. He mentally berated himself for allowing his control to slip so much. Slowly, he pulled his lips from hers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, bending to nuzzle her throat.
Jacey wrapped her arms around his neck. “S’okay.” Her husky whisper warmed him.
With his hands beneath her ass, he lifted her against him. The dress was shoved around her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved two steps into the room, then kicked the door closed behind him. The loud slam echoed through the room.
“There,” he said as he strode across the chamber toward the bedroom. “Much better.”
Jacey pressed her lips to the hollow of his collarbone. “Mmmm,” she agreed. Her fingers slid to the nape of his neck and twined through his hair.
His strides quickened. In his arms, she rubbed her breasts against his chest. Her thighs tightened around his hips, and Aidan took a deep but unnecessary breath to steady himself. At last, he stepped into his bedroom, his sights on the large bed. Slow, he reminded himself as he leaned forward and deposited Jacey on the edge. Make this nice and slow for her.
Chapter Six
Jacey parted her legs. She leaned back on her elbows, her breasts thrust toward him. Her wet pussy ached to be touched, and she licked her lips. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched as Aidan shed his robe. The material puddled at his feet, and he strode toward her. His magnificent cock stood at attention.
She leaned forward. In a single motion, she pulled her gown over her head. It fluttered to the floor, and she caught Aidan watching the material fall. Leaning forward, she propped her elbows on her knees. Her breasts hung free, their pendulous globes drawing Aidan’s gaze. His tongue darted out to moisten his upper lip.
Aidan stepped forward. He reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands. His nimble fingers toyed with her nipples.
“Please,” Jacey whispered.
Aidan’s hands stilled. “Please what?”
“Take me.” The words sounded old-fashioned to her ears, and Jacey leaned forward into his hands. Her pussy ached for attention.
Aidan knelt before her. Placing his hands on her thighs, he leaned forward and captured a nipple in his mouth. He sucked on the hard button, laving it with long strokes of his tongue. His fingers kneaded her thighs. The motion reminded her of a contented cat. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back and let the sensations roll through her body.
Each pull of his lips sent an answering tug deep into her cunt. Her pussy
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