Little Doll (16 page)

It was delicious. It was sexy. And I
relished every minute of it.

Aiden’s lips were soft and tender desp
ite the passionate force behind it. I returned his kiss with equal enthusiasm and allowed his tongue to rhythmically caress mine.

I craved him, hi
s affection, his lust.

I wanted Aiden and tonight he
evidently wanted me. I didn’t know what had caused this shift in his behavior, but I wanted at all costs to prolong it, despite knowing that playing with fire always ends in disaster. In this present and glorious moment, I couldn’t have cared less about the warning bells sounding in my head.

Aiden’s
urgent hands moved to cup both sides of my face as a low groan rumbled in his throat, heightening my own desire. He deepened the kiss with such tender care I found myself silently pleading for more. As if hearing my wicked thoughts, he lifted me into his strong, capable arms and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. Feeling his desire swell against my sex and driven by a sudden longing, I shamelessly rubbed against him, his reaction making me smile against his lips.

“Jesus Christ
, Laila!” Aiden mouthed, before carrying and lowering me to the bed. His body lay on top of mine, his sheer size dominating my petite frame. His eyes gazed down at me, our breathless bodies synchronized with each shaky intake and harsh exhale. As he came down to meet my lips, I circled my arms around his neck, his chest endlessly teasing my hardened nipples. I wanted him without a doubt. I wanted
this
because he had the power to make me so easily forget everything else around me, including every dark thought that relentlessly plagued my mind.

His
urgent kisses travelled down my face and neck leaving a tingling trail in his wake. Hooking each shoulder strap, he slowly pulled the dress down to my waist, his mouth greedily taking in my breasts, his tongue flicking and circling my sensitive nipples. I was in a state of ruin and loving every delicious second of it.

My hands slid through Aiden’s hair, his teeth grazing over
my stomach and ticklish sides. Everything he did was electric and both my mind and body were exploding with sensory overload.

A
roaming hand slid to my thigh and under the hem of my short dress. He raised the skirt higher to reveal my lace panties, something akin to a growl escaping his lips. He shifted down the length of my body, positioning his face between my legs, taking his time to admire the view. I could hear and feel his warm, ragged breath against my now sensitive skin and I craved to feel his lips against me.

“You
are incredibly beautiful, Laila. So goddamn beautiful.” His voice was raspy, his eyes turning serious as he looked into mine. I felt my heart drop at his sudden refocus. “I need to hear you say you want this.”

Was
he serious? Could he not see the physical state he has me in?

“Yes!
I want this and I want you.”

“Do you mean it, Laila? You have to be sure.”
I knew why he was asking. He didn’t want to repeat what Juan did to me.

“I – I am sure. Please, Aiden.”

Aiden’s eyes remained fixed on mine for a few more painful seconds, carefully considering each word I said before making his next move. No longer needing any confirmation, he moved further back on the bed, pulling my panties to the side.

He swallowed hard as he took in the sight and wasted no time in pressing his wet lips against me, his tongue travelling
through my folds to my swollen clit. The intense sensation left me gasping and, in response to the sound of my pleasure, Aiden increased the pressure of the licking and sucking. Appreciative groans emanated from his mouth, before he paused only to grip the top of my panties, lowering them over my curves. It was such a sexy sight watching him pull them down over my legs, and his eyes twinkled with unadulterated lust as they met mine.

All the aggression, disappointment and confusion I had seen play in his eyes over the last week had all but vanished.
He was extraordinarily striking in any situation, but seeing him so sexually charged blew my mind. My panties fell to the floor while Aiden’s face fell back between my open thighs and he mixed high pressured stroking with soft tormenting swirls of his tongue. His arms hooked under and over my thighs, pulling me further against his mouth as he had his way with me. I could do nothing but allow the delicious feelings I was experiencing to build to a point of release. But was I allowed to?

Don’t chase your own pleasures
, he had said. As if reading my mind or sensing my doubts, his eyes met mine for a brief second before he said the words I needed to hear.

“Let it happen.”

Relinquishing one of my legs, Aiden thrust two fingers inside me as his tongue flicked and rubbed at my clit, bringing me to the climax I so desperately sought. He moved with me as my hips rose and fell with the waves of my orgasm, my hands balling into fists above my head, clutching at the sheets for dear life. His tongue continued sliding in deeper as I clenched around him, a shudder racing through me when I could take no more. With a final lick over my sensitive clit, Aiden hovered over my slack body, bringing his mouth to mine.

“
I want more,” I begged against his mouth.

A smile danced in his eyes
. “Say it again,” he demanded softly.

“I want more! Do
n’t stop, I want you inside me.” My voice had become a raspy whisper.

He moved back off
me to stand next to the bed. Instinctively, I reached for him thinking he was leaving until he pulled his shirt above his head revealing his finely honed Adonis body. I was rendered speechless, struck with awe, as he slipped his hands on the waist of his jeans, pushing them down until his impressive cock sprung out like a caged animal finally released. The jeans fell to the floor and Aiden returned to the bed, allowing his body to hover over mine. Our eyes meeting and lingering, taking each other in before his beautiful soft lips came crushing down on mine with such passion I thought we both might explode.

“
The things you do to me! You have no idea,” he panted while trying to regain his breath.

“Show me
!”

He was intoxicating and my heart was jumping for joy. I was fucking losing my mind in this house of horrors but I simply didn’t care.

While our tongues met, he rocked back slightly, his knee spreading my legs open to receive him. I could feel his throbbing hardness between my thighs and it took all the strength I had to not guide him in myself. To hell with foreplay! I needed him inside me. The ache could wait no longer.

As if reading my mind, Aiden thrust forward slightly so the tip of his length penetrated my opening. I wasn’t sure if I could handle all of him
, but I was surely going to try. His kisses lessened, his eyes focused on mine as he pushed himself fully inside me with one swift motion. I gasped at the size of him filling me to the end, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. The pain was there, deep inside, however, feeling him, stretching me, knowing I had this effect on him only turned me on more, allowing the pain to be easily ignored.

“Laila
…” he gasped, my name escaping his lips in a whisper as he too relished in the sensation of finally being inside me. “You are too much.”

His hips began a soft
, gentle rhythm, thrusting until I had become used to him. Then the movements became more determined, sliding almost entirely out only to re-enter with careful force. I didn’t want it too gentle – my feelings of need for him were overwhelming. He clearly felt the same and increased the tempo, a thin layer of sweat forming over our sensitive skin, our hands exploring the others body with abandon.

Wrapping
my legs around his waist, I raised my hips with every thrust to deepen the sensation. Pleasure was mounting within me once again and I didn’t know how much longer I could last without exploding around him.

“Laila, I
'll come if you keep doing that,” Aiden panted.

I didn’t stop. I continued raising my hips to meet his until I could take no more
and I felt myself tighten around his hardness and allowed the exhilarating waves of a climax to overcome every inch of my being.

Screaming out his name, I bit
into his shoulder, muffling my cries as he thrust deeper into me. Moments later, I was left gasping for air, my body trembling and my mind sated from another release.

Gripping my ass,
Aiden drove harder into me, the muscles across his chest and shoulders rippling as a groan of ecstasy reverberated from his mouth and he released into me. His movements became less intense the closer he came to finishing so I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer as the final shudder came to a stop.

Aiden’s
eyes were cloudy and dilated and simply beautiful as he stared down at me. “I can't resist when you do that,” he said next to my ear, his voice raspy. “I have never seen anyone so damn sexy.” Aiden kissed my lips gently and rested his forehead against mine. “You will destroy me, Laila.”

A flutter of a
n untold emotion moved inside my stomach as I listened to his words. Could he really think that of me?

I thought the same of him.

Aiden slowly slid his still hard and throbbing shaft from inside of me. Propping himself on one shoulder, he used his finger to move my chin to face him as he studied the expression on my face.

“You don’t believe me?”

I grew shy at his affection. What we just did was out of a moment of lust and passion, and talking like this was something I thought I would never do, with Aiden or with anyone, now my life had changed. A flicker of emotion crossed Aiden’s eyes, going from post-sex ecstasy to somewhat pensive as a sigh escaped his lips.

“You are
painfully gorgeous, Laila. How can you not see that?” Aiden brushed away a tear falling down my cheek with a gentle caress of his finger. “You hold yourself with such confidence it’s unnerving for others, including me,” he laughed lightly. How he had developed that perception of me was unclear, considering my confidence had taken a massive blow since being here. “You’re sophisticated, intelligent and astonishingly beautiful.”

H
is finger brushed my bangs away from my eyes, his eyes now lost in thought. “Muñequita, that’s what you are,” he smiled knowingly

“What does that mean?”
It sounded beautiful, whatever it was.

His hand moved to my face, his knuckles
stroking my cheek.

“It means ‘little doll’. Y
ou are a beautiful little doll.”

He kissed me slowly and gently
, the contact reigniting the flame inside me. I returned the kiss eagerly and felt Aiden’s desire stir once again against my thigh.

Chapter
Twenty-One

Aiden

“A girl like you will kill me.
”

We lay side by side after making love again, this time with a tenderness she deserved. I had taken my time, worshipping her body, tracing her curves from head to toe and kissing every inch of exposed skin. I wanted her to feel whole again.

“I am just a normal girl.” She looked away suddenly, but not before I saw a shadow of sadness converge in her eyes. “Well, I used to be normal, I’m not really sure what I am now.” Her laugh was light, but I knew she was concealing her pain.

“Laila,” I began
carefully, knowing the vulnerable girl had returned. Cupping her cheek in my hand, I felt her relax slightly. “You should know I never want to bring you harm.” I realized how pathetically weak it must have sounded, given all that had happened in the last week.

Again, she said nothing. I could see the defensive wall was starting to come up, the reality of being here too much for her to handle.

Rolling onto my stomach, I wrapped my arm around her belly. The same belly I had been licking and biting not so long ago.

“Can I ask you something?”
she asked. I smiled at the hopefulness in her voice. This girl could be so fucking sexy and cute all at the same time.

That said,
I had my reservations about granting freedom of speech. There were just some things I couldn’t tell her, but I had to trust that she wouldn’t cross the boundaries.

“Sure.”

Her beautiful eyes lit up with joy and something happened to my heart. Fucking hell, I was a dead man!

Hooking her leg over mine, her breasts pressing against my side, Laila traced the lines of my tattoo
with a gentle finger.

“How old were you when you got this?”

“Nineteen.”

There was a pause, more tracing as her finger travelled over one of the koi fish.

“What does it all mean?”

“History.”
I said, referring back to our conversation of art.

“Your history?
”

“Yes and my parents. The cross is to represent their deaths, the sunrise as they conti
nue to live each day and the black and white koi fish are symbolic of all things being connected. My mother and father still being with each other, even if not on Earth.”

“It’s breathtaking.”

“You like it?”

“It fits you perfectly.” Her comment was sincere.

Pulling her in close so that her body wrapped around mine, our noses and foreheads touching, I breathed in her scent. Those stunning blue sapphire eyes of hers were sending me down a treacherous path I never once thought I would have to travel. Now left without a choice of what I had to do, I only hoped she would be able to find some forgiveness for me.