Ruin (The Rhodes 1)

Words die in my throat when Aaron’s mouth presses against mine. His tongue licks my bottom lip, then his teeth follow, teasing the skin. A small moan escapes me as I grant him access. More than the other kisses, this one is slower, passionate. It consumes my lips in a persistent nibbling. Warmth submerges me.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he lays me on the bed. My heart hammers, the covers so soft against my back. His burning mouth moves to the side of my neck, leaving burning trails in its wake. He starts slow, but his kisses turn more urgent by the second. I shudder underneath him. My body warms. Wetness pools between my legs. Oh my, I’m doing this. It isn’t my first time, but the tingles of excitement and slight fear certainly make it feel like a first.

Without stopping his assault on my neck, Aaron’s fingers do quick work of removing my robe. Not long after, I lay stark naked before him— I didn’t bother with underwear after the shower. My cheeks burn when he pushes back to look at me. His heated gaze roams my entire body, inch by inch. My breath hitches. Tremors travel my limbs. It’s like he’s looking at the most appetising supper he’s ever had. When his intense gaze finally meets mine, he arches an eyebrow. “Did you plan to seduce me all along, Mae?”

“Maybe.” I moisten my dry lips and reach out to the hem of his T-shirt. “You’re awfully overdressed.”

“And you are awfully stunning. Breathtakingly beautiful.”

My breath catches. A knot the size of a ball clogs my throat. His words, Aaron seeing me as beautiful, are undoing me, making my heartbeat thunder in my ears.

In a swift movement, he yanks his T-shirt and shorts off, remaining in black boxer briefs. I swallow, stifling a gasp. His abdomen isn’t bulging, and he isn’t anywhere near Kane’s bulkiness. But he’s lean and defined. My tongue itches to lick each part of his chest.

I bite my bottom lip. Dammit. Who’s that pervert?

He crawls atop of me, tall muscular legs bend to straddle me between his knees. When my gaze meets Aaron’s, he’s not looking at me. An icy coldness seeps into his eyes. Gone is the heat and playfulness he considered me with.

Oh. God.

It isn’t Aaron. This is the one who tried to choke me to death in the art studio. His hands twitch by the sides of my neck. Oh, no. He’ll do it again.

I cup his face with my palms, my whisper strangled with begs. “No, Aaron, don’t stay wherever you are. Look at me.”

His eyes remain an unblinking darkness. Staring through me.

Tears spring forward as I latch onto his neck, sealing quick kisses to his mouth. “Please look at me. It’s me, Mae.”

He blinks twice. Three times. Coldness leaves a place to a disoriented expression. He glances at me. Confusion settles deep into his furrowed features. “W

hy are you crying? What did I—”

I crush my lips against his, not leaving him room to extinguish the fire burning between us. We’re doing this no matter how many of his demons go against it.

Aaron’s strong hands wrap around my stomach as his tongue explores my mouth. Tingles take over my senses when he moves to my shoulders. At last, his lips find my breasts, sucking, nibbling. Jolts of heat course through my veins. My back curves to an unusual angle.

His hands and mouth probe my entire body, slowly, urgently. My head turns. Frenzied bliss conquers my senses.

Aaron stops right under my navel. Wait... what? I groan in frustration.

He licks his lips, and a rare playful smirk animates his face. “Always feisty and impatient, aren’t, kitten?”

I rub my thighs together to trap the electricity. “Don’t stop.” I purr, my voice thick with sexuality I didn’t know I possessed.

Aaron considers me with wonder as if my tone took him by surprise as well. His voice is a notch higher than a murmur, “Fuck, Mae.”

He finds my wetness. His expert tongue does wicked things to me. Wild moans fill the room and when I realise they’re mine, the overwhelming heat takes complete control over me. My eyelids flutter closed as my entire body convulses into crushing waves of pleasure.

When I open my eyes, Aaron pushes his boxer briefs down, releasing his cock. I gulp. It’s beautiful, just like the rest of him.

He stands before me, but doesn’t make a move. His burning gaze meets mine. I almost don’t recognise his thick voice. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head, lick my lips, and motion at his cock. “I want you inside me.”

“Fuck.” He growls, gluing his torso with mine. “Stop saying things like that or I won’t be able to hold on.”

Reaching over my head, Aaron opens the drawer and picks out a condom. There’s nothing but hot warmth and wetness coursing through me. No fear. No doubts. How long have I been hungry for this? I don’t know. All I’m aware of is that I’ve never experienced this unprecedented passion. My palms explore his rigid chest as he rips the condom wrapper with his teeth and reaches between us. His length pokes at the bottom of my stomach, I arch my back to meet him.

He smiles, a genuine bewitching smile. “Patience, kitten.”