Chapter 46

AIDEN

Her lips were soft and sweet against mine. Freya froze for a moment before kissing back. Her hands moved from my chest to my neck, leaving a warm trail.

Fuck. My life. I’d dreamed of this day and night for six years, but my imagination couldn't have prepared me for this.

I caught her bottom lip and sucked on it before parting her lips with my tongue. She moaned, a sound I swallowed as I explored her mouth. One taste of her sweet mouth, and a man could die happy. Freya was an addiction, a dangerous one, and she was mine. It was time she knew that.

We broke the kiss, gasping for air. I held her face in my hands and watched her. She seemed dazed.

"It's you," I rasped, brushing hair from her face. She stared up, confused, her hands still on my chest.

"Huh?"

"It's been you for six years. You're the woman I've been waiting for." Freya's breath hitched; her expression was a mix of shock and disbelief. Her grip on my shirt tightened.

"You left, without a name or anything, and you didn't look back. But I haven't been able to get you out of my head since that night." My voice was harsh.

"So stop saying you have a girlfriend when I can't even look at another woman without thinking about you."

I'm not one to express my feelings. I've learned the hard way not to show vulnerability. Yet there I stood, pouring my heart out to Freya.

Her mouth fell open. "Oh wow. I uh—I wasn't expecting this." My eyes were drawn to her mouth as she fumbled for words, and I had to swallow a groan. I'd tasted her moments ago, and it already felt like an eternity. With each passing second, controlling myself became increasingly difficult.

"—because at your house, your dad, he was saying—I thought that you two—I didn’t think I was—"

She stopped when I dragged my thumb across her lower lip.

"Stop talking and let me kiss you," I murmured.

Freya looked at my mouth before swallowing. "Okay, yeah. I would love that."

"Good."

I pulled her close and kissed her. It was nothing like before—rough, demanding, unrestrained, as if our lives depended on it. Freya matched my fervor.

We broke the kiss to breathe, but the need to kiss her again was overwhelming. The need to touch her, to feel her skin… My lips found the skin at the base of her neck. Freya panted as I kissed along her collarbone.

My hands found the zipper at the back of her dress, and I pulled it down. The dress fell to her feet, leaving her in a black lacy bra and panties.

Now it was pure torture. I needed to come, or I'd die. But first, I needed to taste her.

I closed my mouth around one nipple and sucked. Freya gasped sharply. I repeated the action on the other breast before kissing my way down her stomach to her pussy, kneeling in the process. Hooking my fingers in her underwear, I looked up at her, watching for any signs of discomfort. There were none, only lust in those beautiful green eyes.

I pulled her panties down. Freya placed a hand on my shoulder for support.

She watched expectantly as I spread her legs, exposing her glistening folds.

I pressed a kiss there before licking along her slit. Gasping, she arched her body. Her hands slid up, weaving through my hair. I held her hips and continued to eat her out.

She was a gourmet meal. She moaned and writhed, soon reaching ecstasy. Her thighs trembled as she came hard. I lapped up every bit before rising and kissing her, so she could taste herself on my lips.

"My knees will probably give out any moment," she rasped, leaning on me.

"Good. That means I did my job right," I said, picking her up and carrying her to the bed.

"Oh, you did," I chuckled, setting her down. I stood at the foot of the bed, watching her. She watched me back. Even after orgasm, her eyes were glazed with lust. She scooted closer, maintaining eye contact. I hissed when she touched my cock through my pants. I was barely hanging on, and her actions weren't helping.

"You don't have to," I gritted out, trying to maintain self-control. I didn't want her to feel obligated. My words should have sounded more convincing. My desire for Freya surpassed my need to be a good man.

"I want to," she murmured, unzipping my pants and taking out my cock. She stroked it a few times before taking me in her mouth.

"Fuck," I cursed, my head falling back at the feel of her warm mouth.

I was in heaven or hell. She sucked me expertly until I came in her mouth. God! I'd never come so hard from a blowjob.

I grabbed her face and kissed her hard. "That was… I don't know if I shouldn't be jealous that you're so good at it. I want to find all the men who've had this mouth before me and give them slow, painful deaths."

"You're hot when you talk about killing people," her eyes gleamed.

"Yeah?"

She pecked my mouth. "Yeah. Now fuck me."

I groaned inwardly, almost changing my mind.

"No."

Freya's brows furrowed. "No?"

"No. Not today." Stupid. I was stupid. And a masochist. How long had I waited for this? That was exactly the reason.

"But why?" She sounded hurt. Fuck no!

"Don't get me wrong, I want to fuck you. Really bad. But I want to do this right. I want to take you out, get you nice food, and then, when we get back, I want to fuck your brains out."

Freya stared at me, wide-eyed, a blush rising on her face.

She shrugged. "I guess I'm fine with that."