I felt my throat tighten, and the muscles in my arms and shoulders tensed. He stepped into the room, heading in my direction. I took a slight step back, but the only thing behind me was a wall. There wasn’t anywhere to go, and my heart began to beat faster.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“Just say you want it,” Aiden continued in the same hushed and deep voice that sent shivers up my backbone, “and I’m going to tear every piece of clothing from your body, hold you up against that wall right there, and fuck you until you scream so loud you drown out the rain and the ocean. I’m going to do things to your body you didn’t think were possible. By the time the sun rises again, you are going to be covered in my cum and ruined for every man you ever meet again.”
I felt dizzy. I’d never in my life had a man say such things to me. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and fought against the images his words conjured in my head. It didn’t work. Inside my head, I could feel his hands gripping my arms, holding me down, and doing whatever he wanted to do with my body.
Aiden stared at me with dark eyes. His strong arms hung at his sides, and his shorts hung low on his hips with trails of ink disappearing below the waistband. He didn’t blink or move, just looked at me like he really was a hunter, and I was his prey.
I wanted to be his prey.
“Okay.” The word was barely audible as it left my mouth.
“What was that?” Aiden asked quietly as he took a step closer.
I stepped back reflexively.
“I want it,” I whispered again. I could barely hear myself, so when he raised his eyebrows at me, I cleared my throat. “I want you.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
I barely saw him move.
My back was against the wall, and one of Aiden’s hands went into my hair as the other one wrapped around my backside and lifted me off the ground. I might have screamed loud enough to block out the ocean’s surf, but his mouth was on mine, and his tongue silenced me.
The gentleness I’d experienced from him thus far was gone. In its place, an animalistic need emerged as my back slammed against the wall. He pressed my knees apart with one thigh, holding me up between my legs as his hand moved up to the top of my shirt. His fingers gripped the neckline, and I heard the distinctive ripping sound of fabric giving way before he tossed my ruined shirt to the floor.
Aiden pulled back and glanced down my body, his mouth slightly open and his breath coming in quick pants. He reached up and cupped my breast through my bra for a brief second before he grabbed the lace and tore it away from my flesh.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
One of his hands reached down around my ass and lifted me a little higher as the other wrapped around my breast. He used his thumb to trace my nipple and then pulled his fingers together to pinch my flesh. Sensation spread from my nipple to the apex of my thighs, and I tried to stop the moan in my throat.
“Don’t you stay quiet on me,” he said as he leaned his body into mine. I glanced at his eyes and found myself paralyzed by the look in them. “I want to hear what I’m doing to you. I want to know how wet you’re getting.”
“Aiden,” I moaned as he lifted me again, pushing me harder against the wall to keep me from falling as his hand grabbed at the front of my shorts, ripped open the button and zipper, and then yanked them and my panties down my legs.
“Kick those things off,” he commanded as he looked down my now-naked body.
I complied, and the last of my garments dropped to the floor. Aiden pressed up against me again and used his free hand to release the buttons of his own shorts and pull out the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life.
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
“You like that?” He hummed against my ear. “You want to feel that inside of you? You think you’re ready for this?”
He reached between my legs and slid his fingers over me. There was no doubt my body was ready for him.
“That’s what I wanted to feel,” he said as his eyes sparkled. “You’re so fucking wet. I should have been able to smell you from across the room.”
I sucked in my breath as he took himself in his hand and pressed the head of his dick against my opening. With one hard, quick thrust, he was completely buried in me.
I screamed.
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “I wanted this since I first saw you. Fuck, Chloe, you’re fucking perfect.”
He began to slam into me, knocking my backside into the wall with each thrust. He grabbed my ass with both hands and began to pull me against him. He was hard, fast, rough—everything I imagined he would be.
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