The Last Kiss (7 page)

Pulling her into his arms, he placed a small kiss on her forehead. “Yes, sweetheart, you do,” he murmured, before crushing his lips down onto hers.

He relished the feel of her arms slipping around his neck as she clung to him. Her body willingly crushed into his, as her tight beaded nipples grazed against his stony chest. At that moment he felt the blood drain from his limbs and settle in the long hard stalk that pressed against her stomach.

Cupping her chin, his lips lavished kisses across her jaw and trailed down her neck. With each kiss came another mew as she arched into him, shuddering from his touch. “God, woman, I've missed you so damn much.” he growled, as her fingers sank into his shoulders, keeping him close. His greedy hands slid over her pert breasts, knocking the thin straps away from her shoulders. The thin cloth barely covered her lithe body and he imagined what it would feel like to remove the satiny fabric from her body. Dipping her back, Aidan sank into the hot cave of her mouth, his warm palm played tenderly with the small diamond tip of her supple mound which yearned for his attention. His eyes shot to her sumptuous mounds realizing that nothing more than that scrap of her dress covered them. He was thankful she hadn't bothered to cover her breasts with a dainty bra. Unleashing a guttural growl, he needed to consume her, every damn inch of her supple skin and drop of liquid heat she offered. Gripping her hair, exposing the delicate sinews of her throat, his bite sought out that sweet spot like a heat-seeking missile. The
scent of her arousal saturated the air as his greedy bite sank into her flesh. Letting out a small hiss, Raeve grab the back of his back skull, silently pleading for more.

Clutching her tight, Aidan took great delight in tormenting her body. Her mews grew in her throat, while she crushed her fingers into his skin. He prayed blood would be drawn. Peeling her dress from her dewy skin, the feel of her exposed breast and stomach against him ratcheted up his need to drive deep into her.

“I need you.” she whimpered.

That was all it took. Whipping her off her feet, Aidan pulled her into his arms and stalked toward the bed.

Her eyes bled longing and desire as he set her down. Making quick work of his shirt, her gasp and appraising smile at his hardened body filled him with pride. Her eyes followed every sinuous roll of his muscle as he slowly unzipped his jeans, slipped them down his hips to his thickly muscled thighs, and sprung free the hard stalk of cock that demanded her attention.

The aching in his sac throbbed as he took her in.

“Breathtaking” he murmured to himself as he lowered down onto the bed. Nerves racked him raw as he slid his hands up the length of her legs.

Cupping her calves and spreading her thighs wide, he found all that stopped him from delving deep into the creamy nestle of her essence was a thin barrier of lace. Flashing a nervous grin, his fingers hooked under the soft black lace. Slowly the gift beneath was revealed; glistening with a wet welcome, her body was waiting for him.

His breath caught at the first sight of her naked flesh. Drinking in the moment, he couldn't have imagined her to be so exquisite in her sheer nakedness. The sight of her nearly made him come undone.

Dancing up and down her body with his greedy stare, he couldn't decide what he wanted to explore first. She was just so damn perfect―perfect for him and him alone. Every inch of her skin tempted him, begging to be tasted and touched everywhere. Slowly his fingers grazed along the line of her legs, following each curve until he reached the dip between her thighs. His thumb grazed over the slick folds as liquid heat, moistened into crystal tears, weeping just for him. Each soft pass brought her another shudder from her.

Her small moans of approval with each pass over her sensitive nub ratcheted him up higher. With demanding need he sliced into her tight, wet slit dipping one finger in, he tested his welcome. Her body flushed with a resplendent blush as she writhed from his touch. The heat of her body, the sweet wetness that surrounded his fingers as his eased in an out of her electrified him to new heights. Her moans grew as he strummed her playfully, flicked the swollen bud with his tongue, and torqued her body as she climbed higher to peak.

Her hands raked through his short hair, holding him in place as she arched into his penetrating kiss, thrusting her hips into his hot ravenous mouth. His body vibrated with the rising of her peak, she was close, so close he felt her essence clenching tight around his fingers and tongue. The closer she came to climax, the closer he came to shooting off his own load. Her body was tight, tighter than anything he'd known, and he could only imagine the silky feel of her body when he sank in deep. The raw heat that rolled off her body as she clutched him in a vaginal vice-grip nearly had him coming.

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Raeve's ravenous clawing drew him up to her quivering lips. His body covered hers like a perfect flesh blanket meant only for her. His skin felt hot against her cool flesh as she pulled him down on her, settling his weight between the creamy valley of her thighs. As she wrapped her legs around his back, he ripped away his boxers with little care, springing free his throbbing length.

Her eyes were full of the same fiery fuel that he fell in love with, only this time the fire in them burned for him to fill her with every inch of his manhood. Her essence blossomed for him as the head of his cock probed her waiting entrance. Wanting to drive deep inside her with one precise motion wasn't happening. The tight grip of her core required a little more coaxing leaving him to tease her more. Like a glove two sizes too tight, he had to work her body around him, slowly rocking into her with each thrust. Didn't matter how much he had to work her, the harder he worked, the harder he grew. Anticipation of being deep inside her, feeling the walls of her core hug him in a death grip was worth the added effort.

Carefully slicing through the swollen folds, Aidan prayed for strength to last, knowing full well her body would milk him dry. It was the moment he had dreamt about for months…hell years. She was beneath him opening herself up to accept every inch of his throbbing cock.

“Raeve,” he whispered, staring deep into her eyes, “I―I…God. You're so tight.” His sac pulsed and tightened with the final thrust that broke through her core. As he sank deep inside, her body writhed and rolled with his pace, arching into his body. Heaven, if it was smoldering hot and silky wet still wouldn't compare, he thought. The seductive moans that came from her, set off his growls as he crushed his lips to hers, tasting every sound of her pleasure as she peaked.

Driving deep into her, he had her body writhing from the delicious pressure as she clawed his back raw. “That's right, baby, come on, you can do better. Mark me,” he taunted, thrusting fast and hard. Every muscle tense with his impending peak, he fought back the desire until he brought her to a screaming climax. Her nails bit in to his flesh, shooting sinful waves of erotic stinging relief straight down to his cock. Capturing her mouth, his hot tongue dipped between her glossy lips with a savage need to taste her when she came. Gripping her hips tight, he plunged deeper, faster; thrusting into her body with an unrelenting need to consume her completely.

Swearing his heart would explode as sweat trickled down his back, he found the pace of a
Nascar driver, as her body twisted and clutched him for dear life. She was so close, he could feel it. Her cries littered the air mixing with the scent of sex. Aidan drove harder the tighter her essence gripped him, until the song he had waited so long to hear broke from her panting lips. His peak followed quickly, spraying his hot seed within her luscious cave, sending her over the edge.

The thrumming of his heart nearly burst from his chest as he collapsed on her. Her soft swollen lips brushed across his cheek as she ran her fingers through his hair and her chest rose and fell heavily. Realizing his weight settled on her, he slipped her a kiss and rolled onto his side. The relieved sigh she blew out confirmed his suspicion. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, pecking kisses on her swollen lips.

“For what?” Still panting she caressed his cheek with her knuckles.

  
“Forgot how small you are. Didn't mean to crush you.”

Chuffing out a small laugh, Raeve seemed to consider him for a brief moment with a cocked brow and smirk before her warm smile grew. “Babe, you're not that heavy. I, uh, just didn't
expect… He smirked, watching her bite her lip as her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson. I mean that was…amazing.”

His chest welled with pure unadulterated pride as he watched her blush deepen to a dark crimson hue.

“Sweetheart, you aren't…err…weren't a virgin, were you?”

The biting laugh that broke free alarmed him, as tears welled up in her eyes. For what though? His question... or from what she was about to tell him.

“No, babe. Sorry. Lost my virginity a few years ago, why?”

Relief and jealously coursed through him, immediately he hated whoever the lucky bastard was who had received that precious gift. Wishing he had made his move when he first met her, maybe then he would've tasted her fine untouched wine instead. His eyes zeroed in on hers, as he pulled back those images of her, his Raeve in the arms of another man. Someone else caressing her pert breasts and sampling her essence. Stop dwelling on the past. Should’ve made you move two years ago instead of being a chicken shit. It was easy to hate his cowardness, but it didn’t really matter anymore. She was in
bed with him.

Wrapping her arms around his body and intertwining her legs with his, he answered, “No reason. You're just really tight.
Just seemed like it was your first time.” He offered her a small smile, but knew she saw right through it.

“Have you been with many virgins?”

Her question caught him off guard as he struggled to come up with a good answer. He could lie and say no, but the truth was, he had. A few times in fact, but the idea of admitting that to her just left an acidic taste on his tongue. Virgin or not, Raeve was all he needed, wanted.

“Yes.” Guilt washed over him, but her eyes offered nothing except billowy kindness.

“I figured as much. So how many women have you been with?”

Her question was reasonable enough, but the answer he had to offer would feel like an insult to say. It wasn't in him to lie, but he wished it was.

“More than I wish I had.” It was true enough. If he had only been with her since he first met her, then that list would be shorter. Much shorter. “You?”

Raeve's eyes searched his, her hand cupped his cheek.

              “You would be my second.”

Another round of guilt and jealousy washed
over him in a gravel shower kind of way. He was the second; wished he had been the first. He had heard rumors of her dating others over the past couple of years, so either she was lying, or no one really knew her, his Raeve, the way he did.

“But you've dated since you lost your virginity…So you're telling me there has been no one else?” He was skeptical, but he saw the way she reacted when people even friends walked up to her and touched her, even innocently. She pulled back quickly, and a flash of guilt shot through him. . Maybe there was more to her than even he realized. He’d sensed she had a past that haunted her. He could see it in her eyes everytime he looked at her, but he didn't know for sure. However, her reaction to his question made him question his reasons for asking her in the first place. Was he trying to pick her apart, and expose the flaws that didn’t belong? Had he created a version of Raeve in his head over the years that she quickly shattered in those quiet moments when the world outside no longer existed?

Shaking her head, she answered without hesitation. “No. I haven't dated much since Peter. I didn't want to be like those other girls, screwing any guy that gives them any sort of attention. My body is my temple. And if you're wondering, I do regret being with my first. So yes, you are the second man who I've shared myself with.” The furrow of her brows deepened as she looked at him. “Why? Does it bother you that I'm not a virgin?”

“No! No its fine…I guess…well you know Red's and all the rumors.”

  “Yes, I do,” Her words cut him like a razor.               “I'm not well liked there, at least not by the girls. I always end up catching wind of something scandalous that I've supposedly done. I just laugh it off. They don't know me.” The hurt that hid in her eyes, roared out, and he wished he could fly back there just to smack the holy Hades out of every single person that bad mouthed her behind her back.

She nuzzled into his touch as he cupped her cheek. He sincerely hoped he never ran into the lucky bastard who had tasted her first. “No they don't.” he murmured. “I'm honored then.”

Raeve's smile grew softer when she looked into his eyes. “Why?”

“I'm honored that you've allowed me to be with you, like this. Why did you wait so long to be with anyone else?” Simple enough question, he vowed to learn everything about his angel. There was no other way to describe how he felt
about her. She was purely an angel. He'd seen her kindness with others, learned that she felt the sting of others and their cruel words, and still held her head high. She was gentle and kind, and she was fierce like a fighter as well. He'd seen her handle her own when confrontation broke out, and turn into a diplomat to break up fights.