Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(89)

“Open your eyes, Princess. Look at me. I want to see you when you cum, I want you to cum with me.”

His words were my undoing. “Ah, shit,” I panted, as I unraveled like a mass of thread, my climax tearing through me, touching every cell of my being. It was blinding and loud; like lightning and thunder … flashing and exploding over a meadow. I clutched his back pulling him closer to me, his solid frame absorbing the violent shudders that were coursing through my body.

He too exploded, coming apart beneath me. “Ahh … f*ck,” he hissed, his teeth clenched as his cock jerked, shooting thick loads of his seed into me. He grabbed me pulling me into a deep kiss as the final beats of his release pulsed. He held me in place. Our foreheads pressed together as we gradually settled from the relief of unbridled lust.

He was still inside me; his essence was trailing along the inside of my thighs. I reached down to feel the wet messy remnants of our arousal.

“Wow,” I said.

“What?” he asked.

“We’re really a mess,” I said, looking around for a cloth to wipe ourselves.

We wiped up as best we could and reassembled ourselves. I was lost in the thought of what had just happened. I couldn’t believe the things he talked me into doing. I looked up at him as he pulled his shirt out of his pants; he was lost in thought, just as I was.

“Are you thinking about how you’ve corrupted me?” I asked, playfully.

“Possibly,” he replied, smiling. “And I think you like the way your * smelled.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because of the look on your face when you smelled your panties. Smells good doesn’t it?”

I didn’t reply. I leaned down to zip my boot.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to answer. But I’ll tell you this … as good as it smells, it tastes even better.”

“Glad you like it Mr. Raine.”

“I know you’ve tasted yourself with me around but have you ever done it alone? When you’re getting yourself off?”

I looked at him. Hell yes, I had on several occasions and I enjoyed it immensely.

“What? Don’t be coy. Tell me, have you?”

“Maybe,” I replied.

“I want to watch you do it. The next time we’re alone … no, scratch that. The next time I ask, regardless of where we are, I want you to place your fingers between your legs, slide them inside that delicious cunt of yours, finger f*ck your *, and then taste.”



*****



We were in his bedroom and he walked over to me with a sly smile on his lips.

“What are you up to now?” I asked.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a box and extended it to me. “Open it.”

He placed the box in my hand. I nervously removed the lid from the signature turquoise box and my heart smiled. Nestled in the midst of orchid petals was an orchid drop pendant necklace. I lifted the platinum string from amongst the fragrant packing and traced it slowly through my trembling fingers. It was lined with princess-cut diamonds with a single orchid-shaped ruby dangling from the center.

I looked up to see him assessing my reaction. Did he think I wouldn’t like this? I loved it.

“Aiden, it’s beautiful,” I said.

He smiled at me, his green eyes twinkling with excitement.

“I’m glad you like it. Let me put it on for you,” he said, taking it from me. I lifted my hair and he placed the necklace around my neck and fastened the clasp. He pressed his lips against my neck, kissing it ever so softly. I closed my eyes, freezing this moment – recording it all to memory…the feel of his lips on my skin, the joy in his eyes upon seeing my reaction and the gift itself. I reached up to grasp the ruby and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger.

“Let’s see how it looks,” he said, placing his hands on my shoulders and turning me to face him.”

“It’s lovely Aria,” he said. “Go take a look.”

I walked over to the dresser, Aiden following closely behind me. The necklace was absolutely stunning.

“I love it. Thank you Aiden.”

“You’re welcome my fair maiden.”

I smiled as he bowed before me. “You constantly catch me off guard.”

“I always will, Princess.”

“I have to ask. Why?”

“Looking a gift horse in the mouth I see,” he teased.

“No. I’m just curious as to what inspired this,” he said.

He traced a finger along my cheek. “You inspired it. I know what it does to you when I’m not here. Now there will always be a piece of me with you when I’m not. Each time you start to miss me, touch the orchid and know that I’m missing you too. You’re always on my mind, more so than I would have thought possible.”

My eyes watered at his sentiment.

“Come,” he said, pulling me to his chest enveloping me in his strong arms. I inhaled and sighed.

“My beautiful cry baby,” he teased, pulling me back, looking into my water-filled eyes.

A small smile shaped my lips. “Stop. Don’t call me a cry baby,” I said, sniffling.

He pursed his lips, attempting to hide his amusement. “I’m sorry, Princess.”

I held him tighter not ever wanting to let him go but I knew he was about to leave for the next three weeks and the thought of his absence both hurt and frightened me.