Vampire Vignette #16
Dessert
Shortly after ADEN, Book Seven
Chicago, Illinois
SIDONIE WAS NERVOUS. This was a big night. Meet-the-family night. She’d put it off for as long as she could, until her brothers had begun to drop hints that maybe she was ashamed of her vampire lover. And that was unacceptable. Her nervousness had more to do with grandchildren. As in, there wouldn’t be any. Not from her, anyway. And then there was the whole immortality thing. Obviously, her parents wouldn’t care if she outlived them, but what about her brothers? They’d age, their children would age, and Sid would remain just as she was. That was weird enough to make any girl worry about the family’s reaction.
But she couldn’t tolerate the idea that anyone would think she was ashamed of Aden, so tonight was the night. She was still in her robe, making one more attempt at taming her curly hair, when Aden strolled out of his closet, smoothing his tie. Her heart did a good old-fashioned pitty-pat at the sight of him. Her beautiful vampire didn’t wear suits very often, but when he did . . . good God, he was handsome. The suit was a dark charcoal, custom-made to show off his broad shoulders and deep chest, his flat belly, his narrow waist. . . . She caught herself a moment before she’d stripped him naked in her thoughts. His tie was black, with a small silver pattern, contrasting nicely with a white shirt, but . . .
“You didn’t like the blue tie?” she asked. “It brings out the color of your eyes.”
He stopped and gave her a long look. “Who gives a fuck about the color of my eyes? I’ll leave that to peacocks like Raphael and Duncan.”
Sid laughed, and knew that’s what he’d intended. He knew she was stressed about the night. He was such a sweetheart, but only with her. Her heart squeezed with happiness.
“Shall I tell Cyn you said that?” she teased.
He shrugged. “Go ahead.”
She made a dismissive noise. “You’re no fun.”
He swooped over and picked her up, nuzzling her neck and shoulders, as she laughed in delight. Nibbling his way up to her mouth, he kissed her deeply, luxuriously, his tongue a lazy swirl of sensuality as he stroked it against hers, his lips far too soft and sexy for such a tough vampire. “I can be fun, habibi,” he murmured against her lips. “Shall I show you how?”
Sid held on tightly, her arms around his neck, her breasts crushed against the pristine whiteness of his shirt. “That’s no fair,” she whispered.
He grinned, and said, “Fuck fair.” But he gave her a smacking kiss on her lips and deposited her back on the bench in front of her vanity. “Why are you still sitting there? You already look beautiful.”
“My hair—”
“I love your hair. Leave it.”
“Bossy man.”
“Not that I care, but we’re going to be late. You should get moving, unless you plan to change clothes in the helicopter?”
Sid threw a jar at him, knowing he’d catch it. Which he did. Frustrating man. “I’m moving.” She stood and headed for her closet. This was the easiest part of getting ready. For all the significance of tonight, it was still dinner with the family. And sure, if it had been an ordinary occasion, she’d be showing up in jeans and a sweater. These people knew her. They loved her. But this wasn’t an ordinary occasion, so, she was wearing a dress—a simple silk sheath, with long sleeves and a boat neck. The neck thing was deliberate. First, because Aden liked her neck bare—for obvious reasons. And second, to prove to her parents that her neck wasn’t constantly covered in hickeys, like some hormonal teenager. Of course, they’d never see the bite marks on her breasts. She smiled to herself. Those were between her and Aden.
She turned as Aden walked into the closet, giving him her back so he could zip the dress. He did the honors, then bent to kiss her bared neck.
“If we were meeting with vampires tonight, I’d be biting you right now. Marking you for everyone to see,” he whispered, his breath warm on her skin.
She shivered. “Stop that.”
He grinned and kissed the skin behind her ear, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. “You don’t really want me to stop.”
“No,” she breathed, then swallowed. “But you’re the one who said we’d be late.”
“I say a lot of shit I don’t mean.”
“Aden.”
He laughed. “Let’s go then. It’s cold. You’ll need a coat. And shoes.”
“Oh, ha ha.” Bracing a hand on his rock-hard arm, she stepped into a pair of black pumps, with stupidly high heels. But they made her legs look great, and brought her a little closer to Aden’s height. She pulled a wool coat from the closet, smiling when Aden took it and held it for her to slip her arms through. With a final look at herself in the mirror, and the gorgeous man gazing patiently over her shoulder, she said, “Let’s do this thing.”
ADEN STUDIED SID’S family home as the limo turned up the long driveway. The house was brightly lit, with warm light spilling from what looked like every room. It was a big house on a good-sized piece of land. He personally wouldn’t want to live this far from the city, but if one was raising a family, it made sense. This was a wealthy enclave that protected its status and its citizens, a job made easier by distance.
Sid’s hand clenched in his as the limo stopped in front of a wide, brick porch.
He leaned over and brushed a kiss against her temple, breathing in the sweet scent of her perfume. “It’s not too late. We can still escape, habibi.”
She smiled and tipped her head against his lips. “No way, dude. You’re stuck with me.”
He snorted his opinion of that. He firmly believed he had the better deal in their relationship. He was a moody, bad-tempered, and bossy son-of-a-bitch, and those were his good points. Sidonie was light to his dark. She’d dragged him kicking and screaming back to a life where love and even happiness were real things.
He didn’t give a fuck what her parents thought about him or his relationship with their daughter. He was never letting her go.
The front door opened, silhouetting two men in the spill of warm, bright light. Aden couldn’t make out details, but he’d bet these were her brothers. They had the same lean build, both tall, with wide shoulders. He couldn’t tell much else, except that they were both wary as they stared at the limo, waiting to meet the monster who’d claimed their baby sister.
Whatever.
“You know what to do,” he told Bastien, who was sitting in the passenger seat up front, with Kage behind the wheel. They’d wait with the car, while two more of his vampires, Freddy and Travis, had arrived separately and already taken up positions outside the house. Aden didn’t believe there was any danger lurking in Sidonie’s family home, but one could never be too careful. Besides, if he hadn’t invited them along, his vampires would have come anyway. Whether he thought he needed bodyguards or not, they did. It was in their nature to protect their Sire. It was a vampire thing.
Aden opened the limo door and climbed out, turning to take Sidonie’s hand so she wouldn’t fall in those sexy-as-hell heels. Keeping an arm around her, he closed the limo door, and headed up the stairs. Her brothers ventured out to the porch with big smiles and hugs for her and cautious looks at him.
Sid stepped back into the curve of his arm, her body language making it clear that she was with Aden first tonight. “Aden, these are my brothers, Jameson and Robert.”
The older brother held out his hand first. “It’s good to meet you . . . at last.”
Sidonie slapped her brother’s arm.
“Ow. You’re so mean.”
Aden watched the interplay curiously. There was a protectiveness in Sidonie’s brothers that was more like that of a parent than a sibling. It made him think better of the men.
The second brother, Robert, held out his hand. “Ignore them,” he said, giving Aden’s hand a firm shake. “They’ve been acting like this since Sid was born.”
“Well, she is mean,” Aden said quietly.
Sidonie gasped, but the two men laughed. “Come on in,” Robert said, moving out of the doorway. “It’s fucking cold out there.”
“Robert!” a woman’s voice scolded to the sound of tapping heels. “Language.”
Aden choked back a laugh of his own as he reminded himself not to swear until they’d left the house.
“Baby!”
Sidonie left his side to hurry into the embrace of an older woman, obviously her mother, though they looked nothing alike. They were both slender, but the resemblance ended there. Her mother had the same light brown hair of her brothers, and she was several inches shorter than Sidonie. Aden supposed if one searched, there was some similarity in their features, but not what one would expect.
Sidonie was turning, holding out a hand for Aden. “Mom, this is Aden. Aden, my mother, Tamara Reid.”
“Oh, my,” her mother said, her eyes widening as she took in Aden’s considerable height, which was at least a foot taller than she was, even in her heels. “I’m so happy to meet you,” she said warmly. “Come in. My husband’s just pouring us a drink.”
That sounded good. Aden couldn’t get drunk, but a nice scotch would go down well. He wondered if Sidonie’s father had a decent stock of liquor. Maybe he should have brought his own bottle . . . as a gift.
“Thank you,” he said, then to Sidonie, “You want your coat off, habibi?”
Sidonie gave him a warm look and slid her coat off into his hands. “Thanks, baby.”
“Let me take that,” one of the brothers said, and hung the coat in a closet. “Let’s get that drink.”
They all marched, er, walked into the next room, which turned out to be the sitting room portion of a large, open floor plan that included a dining room, and, beyond that, a kitchen where he could see a man in a black apron working at the counter—the family’s private chef, he assumed.
He looked around and found Sidonie’s father at the wet bar, pouring an amber liquid from an elaborate crystal decanter. There was no mistaking the relationship between father and daughter. He had Sidonie’s red hair and fair skin—or rather, she had his. She also had his looks, albeit a more delicate, feminine version.
“Daddy.” Sidonie held onto Aden’s hand and led him over to her father’s side. “This is Aden. Baby, this is my dad, Jameson.”
Aden eyed the father carefully. The brothers didn’t worry him. In this house, at least, they were clearly betas. Dad was the alpha. But since Aden was accustomed to being the only alpha in his world and was also, quite honestly, considerably more alpha than Jameson Sr., he had to tread carefully. He didn’t want to best the man in his own house, but he wouldn’t be taking a subordinate role to anyone, either. Not even Sidonie’s father.
“Aden,” Jameson Sr. said.
“Jameson.” Aden shook his hand, careful to temper his strength, but he met the man’s gaze evenly.
“Scotch?”
Aden took the proffered glass. Sidonie was still holding on to his left hand, clinging with both of hers, betraying her nerves. Aden loosed his hand and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. She smiled up at him with such love . . . it reminded him of why he was subjecting himself to this human custom of meeting the parents. How ridiculous. He was hundreds of years older than they were, and would live hundreds of years longer. As would their daughter as his mate.
He reined in his irritation before it was reflected on his face. Sidonie was all too good at reading him, and he wouldn’t hurt her over something so trivial.
“You want a glass, baby girl?” Jameson Sr. asked.
Aden gave Sidonie an amused glance at the endearment and caught her blush. Adorable. He kissed the top of her head.
“No, thanks, Daddy. I still don’t like the taste.”
“The ancestors are rolling in their graves,” Jameson Sr. grumbled, shaking his head. But then he winked at her and held out his glass to Aden. “To my beautiful daughter,” he said, meeting Aden’s eyes with a challenging stare.
Aden stared right back at him, never flinching. “And my beautiful Sidonie.”
“I’m with Sid on this one.” Sidonie’s mother, Tamara, stepped into the fray, breaking up the stare-down, as she slipped under her husband’s arm. “I never liked the taste, either.”
“And yet, somehow, I still married you,” Jameson Sr. said, kissing her upturned face.
“Aden,” Tamara said, turning in her husband’s embrace. “Sidonie tells me you have some lovely antique pieces, including a spectacular tapestry.”
He nodded slightly. “I do appreciate lovely things.” He hugged Sidonie a fraction closer, smiling when she glanced up at him with a laugh.
“Are you saying my daughter is one of those things?” her father inquired with a definite chill to his voice.
“Daddy,” Sidonie scolded.
But Aden didn’t let it go. He regarded the human somberly, reminding himself that this wasn’t his world, that these weren’t his vampires, and no challenge had been issued. Or if there was a challenge, it was so laughable as to be meaningless. And yet . . . no one was allowed to question him when it came to Sidonie. She was the light and laughter of his life. “Sidonie is the best thing,” he said deliberately, “that ever happened to me. She is also quite lovely.”
“Of course she is,” Tamara interrupted. She nudged her husband with a shoulder against his chest, breaking the moment. “And Ron is signaling me to get everyone seated. Shall we?”
Aden gave Jameson Sr. a tiny sideways nod, as if to say, “I’m willing, are you?”
The father’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he jerked a nod at Aden, before turning his attention to Tamara. “Lead the way, love.”
Sidonie held Aden back a moment, slipping both arms around his waist and gazing up at him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “He means well.”
Aden drained his scotch and set the glass down, before wrapping her in his arms. “I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t want my daughter stuck with me, either.” He heard the unexpected note of bitterness in his words and would have brushed it away, both physically and emotionally. But Sidonie didn’t let him.
“Don’t do that,” she said, holding him tighter. “You’re the best man I’ve ever known, and I love you. Fuck everyone else.”
That made him smile. “Language, Sidonie,” he whispered, mimicking her mother’s earlier chastisement.
“Am I really the best thing that ever happened to you?”
He tipped his head down and kissed her. “Without question.”
“Same goes, you know. You’re my best thing, too.”
“Then let’s go eat some damn dinner, so we can get back to Chicago and fuck.”
She gave a surprised laugh that warmed his heart. He loved when she laughed like that, free and happy, like a child. She raised up on her toes to kiss him, and he caught her waist. She’d kill herself on those stupid, sexy-as-hell heels, and her father would blame him.
“Come on, baby,” she whispered against his lips. “We can do this.”
SID IGNORED HER mother’s careful seating plan, which would have put Sid next to her dad, and Aden next to her mom, on opposite sides of the oval table. As if. She let Aden take the chair next to her mom, but then took the chair next to him, giving her brother Robert a death-ray glare when he opened his mouth to challenge her. This was a family dinner. They didn’t need a fucking seating plan.
She was still pissed at her dad for trying to embarrass Aden like that. Or challenge him, or whatever else he’d thought to accomplish. She knew her father loved her. She even understood his reservations, and what was probably his unhappiness. Her dad wanted the same thing for her as he had with her mom. What he didn’t realize was that she already had it. Aden was the love of her life, and he loved her just as much.
She put her arm on his broad shoulder and rested her head against him for just a moment. He responded by stretching his arm across her lap and gripping her outer thigh, as he kissed her forehead. “You okay?” he whispered.
She nodded against his shoulder, not sitting up until her mother’s private chef, Ron, came around with the first course. She noticed the man’s hesitant look at Aden, so she gave him a nod of assent. She and Aden had discussed this before agreeing to have dinner with her family. Like most vampires, Aden didn’t eat regular food, but it wasn’t because he couldn’t. Vampires could eat anything regular humans did, but it had no nutritional value for them and not much taste. So, they simply didn’t bother. Alcohol had more flavor, apparently, and they still enjoyed the heat of it as it went down. Which was why every vampire she knew drank a lot of booze. But they never got drunk, never even got a good buzz.
She caught her mother’s chiding gaze, and immediately straightened in her chair, choking back a laugh at her own reaction as she picked up her fork. Aden’s hand on her thigh didn’t move. Apparently, the mom stare had no effect on him. She glanced down at the food. Ron had been with her parents long enough to know her favorites. She caught his eye with a smile as he slipped her brother Jamie’s plate in front of him. He gave her a wink, then headed back to the kitchen.
“Something I should know?” Aden murmured, his grip tightening on her thigh.
Sidonie laughed quietly. “He’s twice my age.”
“And I’m over two hundred.”
“He’s like an uncle to me.”
“So?”
She tsked. “Aden.”
He shook his head. “You’re so sheltered.”
“Eat your Carpaccio, you terrible man,” she ordered.
He made a dismissive noise. “A moment ago, I was the love of your life.”
“You still are. Lucky for you, I love terrible men.”
“Men?”
“Argh.”
He laughed.
“No mushy stuff at the table,” her brother Robert muttered.
“Mushy stuff?” she said, grinning at him. “No wonder you’re still single.”
“I happen to like being single. I’m not old enough for the ball and chain. Pick on Jamie here. He’s the oldest; he should go down first.”
AND, SO IT WENT, Aden thought, listening to the back and forth between siblings and parents, the gentle teasing of people who formed a family. He’d never known anything like it, and so had no comparison. He had his vampires, his inner circle. They were a family of sorts. He loved them, they loved him back. Some might argue that they had to love him, that the bond between Sire and child forced their connection. But, as he saw it, that was no different than the parent-child bond. Not every parent was a good mother or father; not every child cared about his parents beyond what they could give him. Vampires were the same.
He observed more than he talked during dinner. He and Sidonie’s mother discussed her tapestry work, and he gave vague assurances that he’d let her see the tapestry Sidonie had spoken of, the one that had hung in his private room when she’d met him. It hung on the wall of their sitting room now, the outer room of the private suite he shared with Sidonie. In the basement of their big house. The only person allowed in there, besides Sidonie and him, was the vampire housekeeper he’d hired upon becoming Lord of the Midwest. He’d have to move the damn tapestry to an upstairs room if Sidonie insisted on showing it to her family.
“Are you going to eat that?”
Sidonie’s whisper broke into his thoughts, and he glanced down to see her eyeing his dessert. It was something dark and chocolatey. His Sidonie loved chocolate. He switched plates without a word, replacing her empty one with his. “I’ll have my dessert later,” he whispered against her ear, smiling when he felt the heat of her blush.
The blush didn’t stop her from eating the cake, however. The sounds of pleasure she made with each bite were very familiar to him. Familiar enough that he might be claiming his dessert sooner than he’d thought. Sex in a helicopter could be exciting.
Fortunately, the evening ended soon after that. There was coffee and a very fine cognac, kisses all around, including a cheek kiss for Aden from Sidonie’s mother. But it was handshakes from the men, even her father, and then they finally escaped the house, into the cold air, down the walkway to the limousine, where Bastien stood, holding the door open.
“Sidonie,” Bastien said, giving her a smile as she bent into the limo. His smile widened into a grin when he met Aden’s gaze. “My lord.”
Aden scowled. The bastard could barely keep from laughing.
“I trust you had a pleasant evening?”
“Don’t push it,” Aden growled, and slid in to sit next to Sidonie. He didn’t fully relax until they’d left the gates of the private enclave behind and were heading for the parking lot of the local high school, which was serving as a helipad for the night. The suburb didn’t have an actual helipad, other than the roof of the hospital. And that wasn’t for rent. Aden wouldn’t have considered it anyway. Logistically, it couldn’t be made secure.
Sidonie leaned into him with a sigh. “Was it terrible?”
“No night with you could be terrible.”
She linked her fingers with his where his hand lay across her thighs, much as it had all through dinner. Aden liked to keep her close. He also liked to make his claim clear.
“You’re sweet,” she murmured.
Sweet?
“But how bad was it?” she persisted. “On a scale of one to ten?”
“Which is best, the one or the ten?”
“Ten.”
“Hmm. I’ll go with five.”
“A five is totally neutral. That’s like not saying anything at all.”
Aden looked at her.
“Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll take what I can get.”
“Helicopter’s in sight, boss.” Bastien did a poor job of hiding his amusement.
BACK IN CHICAGO, Aden’s arms closed around her the minute the door to their private quarters closed behind them.
“You owe me a dessert,” he murmured in that deep voice that vibrated all the way to her soul.
She turned in his arms, pressing her breasts against his hard chest and sliding her arms around his neck, as she raised her face for a kiss. He obliged. He always did. Her Aden loved to kiss. At least he loved to kiss her, which was all she cared about. His kiss was deep and commanding, an invasion of teeth and tongue as he claimed her mouth as his. He was a possessive bastard. Every time they made love, he claimed her body all over again, marking her in ways that sometimes were for others to see, and other times were simply to remind her that she belonged to him and no one else.
Sidonie didn’t need the reminders. He was so deep in her heart that she could dig for years and never uncover all the ways he’d claimed her. All the ways she’d let herself be claimed.
“I love you,” she whispered. Tears filled her eyes. She loved him so much. More than she could ever say.
“I know, habibi,” he said softly. “I understand. Don’t cry.”
She pulled back with a laugh that was at least half sobbing. “Easy for you to say.”
He held her in place, suddenly serious. “Do you think so? Do you think I love you any less?”
Her lower lip quivered as a fresh wave of emotion overwhelmed her. She shook her head. “No,” she managed to say, as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Aden hugged her close, one big hand cradling the back of her head as he pressed her into his shoulder. “What kind of dessert is this?” he teased, swaying from side to side.
She laughed and punched his stomach. But carefully, since she was more likely to hurt her own hand than his rock-hard gut. “Let me change clothes.”
He growled. “Not a chance. This is my dessert. I make the rules.”
She sucked in a worried breath, even as her pussy clenched in anticipation. Aden had lots of rules. Sometimes he told her what they were in advance, and sometimes not. He wanted her to break the rules, so he could punish her. Aden was very creative when it came to punishments.
He pulled her arms away and set her in front of him. “Take off the coat.”
Sid slid out of the winter coat and tossed it on a nearby couch. She stared up at him, studying his gorgeous face for some clue, and feeling suddenly very vulnerable. Her dress was sexy, but perfectly acceptable for a family dinner, and she was wearing far more than usual in the way of undergarments. Both a bra and panties, as he well knew.
It was a fact he proved a moment later when he slid his rough fingers up her thighs, beneath the material of her dress, until he met the silk of her panties. Meeting her eyes with a lazy grin, he gave a hard tug and tore the delicate fabric on both sides. Holding her gaze, he slid the silk slowly between her thighs, gliding it through her wet pussy, tugging hard so that it dug between her pussy lips, every sodden inch of it rubbing against her swollen clit.
Pulling what was left of the sodden panties out from under her skirt, he held it to her nose, his gaze heating as she inhaled the scent of her own arousal. He raised the silk to his own nose and inhaled deeply, then tossed the useless fabric away.
Sid could feel the slick heat of her arousal, wanted to rub her thighs together to relieve some of the unbearable need in her pussy. She could feel the weight of Aden’s stare. He was just waiting for her to do something like that, to ease her own sexual hunger. That was one rule that never changed. Her pussy belonged to him, just like her mouth and every other part of her body. She considered doing it anyway, because she liked his punishments, and besides, he needed to be challenged sometimes. But Aden’s growl stopped her. He swore he didn’t read her mind, but sometimes . . .
He bared his teeth at her. A promise of things to come. She shivered, and his big hands closed over her naked butt, squeezing both cheeks as he raised her skirt to her waist and spun her around so her back faced him. One of his hands left her butt, and she tensed. Aden loved to pink her pale skin, especially the cheeks of her ass. But instead, his hand came up and unzipped the back of her dress, his fingers trailing over her skin all the way down, until she felt the relatively cooler air of the room hit her bare skin. Aden kissed the back of her neck as he slid the dress off her shoulders and down over her arms, letting it fall to pool around her ankles.
“Step,” he ordered. And she did, lifting one high-heeled foot and then the other, until Aden kicked the dress across the floor, as if it was useless fabric instead of an elegant bit of designer creativity. He unhooked her strapless bra, and she was naked, except for her heels and black thigh-high stockings. One of his hands slid down her thigh to rub against the top of her stocking. “These stay on.”
Sidonie shivered again at the rough dominance of that command. He pulled her back, until she hit his big, hard body, and she realized he was still fully clothed. If she looked, she knew she’d find he hadn’t even loosened his tie. The bastard. He loved to do this to her. To enhance her vulnerability by stripping her bare, while he remained dressed, secure in the uniform of civility. She pressed her hand against his thigh, sliding upward. She barely brushed the bulge of his cock before he grabbed both her hands and leaned in to sink his teeth into the junction between her neck and shoulder.
Sid cried out, but the pain was drowned in the rush of arousal that shook her narrow frame, a full body shudder that left her breasts straining for his touch, her nipples hard and swollen, her thighs sticky with liquid heat as they clenched around her aching pussy.
His tongue rasped over the bite, sending fresh jolts of desire coursing through her body. She wanted his hands on her breasts, wanted his fingers dipping between the silky, swollen folds of her sex, to plunge into her body, gliding on the slick cream of her arousal. But more than anything, she wanted his cock.
She clenched her butt and pushed back, rubbing herself against the growing thickness of his cock. He growled, then lifted her off her feet, walked the short distance to their bed, until her knees hit the mattress. He let her slide down his body until her feet hit the ground, then bent her over the bed with her butt in the air facing him. He kicked her legs apart, baring her sex, her ass, opening her to whatever he wanted to do.
Sid moaned softly and arched her back, offering herself to whatever wicked plans he had. Her entire body craved his touch, lusted after the pleasure, the release, that only he could give her.
His hand stroked down the line of her spine, trailing one finger between her butt cheeks, teasing the rosebud of her ass, before dropping lower to dip into the slick cream of her pussy.
“So wet, habibi,” he murmured. Sid felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment. It was stupid. This was Aden. He’d seen and licked every inch of her up close, had fucked her every way possible. But she couldn’t help it. She was bent over a bed with her ass in the air, her pussy dripping with arousal, begging to be fucked. She was completely vulnerable. For a woman who prided herself on a take-no-prisoners attitude toward life, it was embarrassing. And it turned her on so hard, she thought she’d climax before his cock so much as touched her.
Aden chuckled, low and dark. He knew what he did to her, what he made her feel. The beautiful bastard. His hand brushed against her ass, and then it was his cock, hard and thick and long, sliding between the cheeks of her ass, gliding in the cream of her arousal, pushing between the swollen lips of her pussy, shoving into the tight channel of her sheath. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he slammed deep into her body, pulling out and plunging back in until his groin slapped her ass with every thrust.
Sidonie knew she wouldn’t last. She felt the heat of his cock as it rubbed along her inner walls, scraping over tiny nerves and muscles, the grip of his fingers digging into her hips, the deep rasp of his breath. She clutched the thick comforter, fighting against the scream clogging her throat, wanting the sensuality of this moment to last, but Aden had other plans.
Sliding one hand over her belly and down between her legs, he stroked his fingers once over the engorged nub of her clit, making Sid cry out, pleading for release. Or was it more pleasure? She didn’t know. But then he took the decision away from her. Leaning down, he sank his teeth into her vein, releasing the euphoric in his bite, even as he pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger. She screamed as every nerve came alive, every muscle clenched. The comforter was like steel wool against her swollen and hypersensitive nipples, Aden’s cock stretching her impossibly wide as her sheath clamped down on his thickness.
His hand closed over her pussy, claiming it for his own, as he slammed his cock as deep as it could go and stayed there. He snarled as the wet heat of his climax filled her, his cock flexing and jerking inside her as he ground his body against hers until the orgasm finally released them both and he collapsed against her back.
ADEN SLID HIS fangs slowly out of Sidonie’s plump vein and licked up the last few drops. Her blood was like honey, addictive and delicious. And all his. He wrapped an arm around her, his hand flat against her belly as he scooted them both up onto the bed. He was still fully dressed, but unwilling to release her soft, sweet body long enough to get rid of his clothes. Her pussy was rippling around his cock, still warm, and wet, and trembling. He kissed the back of her neck, tasting salty sweat.
“You with me?” he murmured against her soft ear. She gave a little moan that might have contained some words. He smiled and said, “The best dessert ever.”
The End