Scary Love

16. Please Sweetheart

(The way I started this book like 2 years ago and I still haven't gotten to the good part of it... Though I shall finish this book somehow finally in the coming months!)

SMUT WARNING - THERE BETTER BE NO 12-YEAR-OLDS IN HERE!

~A S H L E Y~

"Can I kiss you again?"

That's what he said. I had not heard that in any wrong way. Every pronunciation was done right. Every syllable was said right. It wasn't some typo done by his brain. However, my brain seemed to be malfunctioning at that moment. Aiden said something that seemed well thought of and it was messing with me. 

I was standing like a statue. Stuck between a 6'3 man and a counter. He stared into my eyes with such intensity. I felt as if I was turned into a rock by his medusa-like eyes. I blinked, twice. Trying to tell if this was a hallucination. Trying to see if my head injury hadn't altered my brain chemistry. Perhaps it had altered it because the things I was thinking of doing right now would never sit right with old me.

"Would you like for me to say please?" I stared, still unresponsive to the things he was saying, "Please sweetheart, please let me kiss you one more time."

He was pleading. Begging. Craving it. I could see it on his face. Out of all the men in the world never did I think he'd be the one to beg. All just for a soft collide of our lips. Maybe it would just last for a moment, though my brain chided me for that. It wanted this moment to last for more than a moment. Maybe minutes. Maybe hours. Conceivably my brain had lost its practicableness, so I would've been a fool to trust its judgment at that time. 

And a fool I was. 

"Kiss me Aiden." 

He did not fail to deliver. I was pushed back by the force with which he kissed me. I had never been kissed like that by any man or woman. Taken aback by the roughness of his kiss I forgot to kiss back for a second. Aiden moved to pull away, taking my lack of reciprocation as a bad sign, when I pulled him back into the kiss. Kissing him, tasting him with just as much ferocity.

His tongue teased my lip as it begged for entrance. Slipping past my mouth as it fought for dominance. Seeing the way it molded with mine, I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel in me. His hand caressed my arms as it moved up to the back of my neck. My neck tickled as he softly brushed my hair. 

Just as I thought it was becoming rather sweet, Aiden pushed his hands up into my hair as he kissed me unsympathetically. He forcibly craned my neck up, pulling my hair. A moan escaped my lips and I felt him smile against my lips. 

"You like this, don't you? My sweetheart likes her hair held tightly and pulled." He cooed, chuckling with mirth as he pulled my hair again. I groaned loudly loving the pain that followed after. 

As Aiden continued to explore my mouth with his tongue, his hands roamed over my body with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat building between us, the urgency of our desire palpable in every touch, every kiss. With a sudden surge of passion, Aiden lifted me effortlessly onto the counter, the cold surface sending a shock of pleasure through me. His hands roamed eagerly over my body, exploring every curve and contour as if engraving them into his memory. My mind slowly started becoming a cloudy mess with every touch and feel of his skin connecting to mine. Never had I been with someone who made me lose my sanity like him.