D. Reynolds - Aden

He gave her a droll look. “You don’t want to go home with me?”

Sid’s heart leapt at the heated look in his eyes. A look that said going home implied a lot more than sleeping in a guest room.

“Fine,” she agreed and, ignoring his confident smirk, went off to pack.

ADEN SPRAWLED lazily on his bed, still fully clothed, his back against the headboard as he watched Sidonie unpack the few things she’d grudgingly brought with her. It wasn’t much. He didn’t know if she didn’t want to intrude, or, more likely, if she was unwilling to surrender her independence enough to stay with him longer than she had to. But whichever it was, she was here, and here she was staying. She just didn’t know it yet.

“You can use all of the drawers in that dresser,” he said, pointing. “It’s empty.”

“You don’t use it?”

“I use the one in the closet. That one’s art.”

She ran her hand over the delicate flower motif and mother-of-pearl inlays on the chest of drawers. “This is beautiful. Is it, um, original?”

“Is that a delicate way of asking if it’s an antique, something from my past? I’m not worried about my age, Sidonie. But, yes, that’s an original fifteenth century Ottoman, and no, I only purchased it a few years ago.”

“All right,” she said, turning to give him a gimlet stare. “So, how old are you?”

He laughed, something he’d done much more frequently since meeting her. “I was born in 1753. This body”—he touched a hand to his T-shirted chest and noted with satisfaction that her gaze followed the gesture appreciatively—“reflects more or less my age when my Mistress acquired me and made me Vampire. I was close to twenty-seven years old at the time, although I could be off by a year or two. I was a bastard and a slave. What records existed were hardly precise.”

Sidonie had crossed the room while he spoke, and she now climbed up onto the bed to straddle his thighs. Her eyes were soft and sad, and he knew it was because of what he’d told her about his early life. She pretended to be tough, but his Sidonie was tender-hearted, the toughness only a thin shell that protected her from the carelessness of others.

Whoa. His Sidonie? He did a mental double take at that thought. When had she become his ? And not in the way of previous lovers whom he’d only claimed for a day or two until he was done with them, and even then only because he didn’t like to share. Sidonie was his in a way he’d never considered before, a way that would last a hell of a lot longer than a day or two. A way that said he didn’t plan on sharing her ever.

She leaned forward, gentle hands cupping his cheeks, her full breasts barely touching his chest as she brushed a kiss over his mouth. He wanted more. His arms banded around her back as he rolled her beneath him and took what he needed. His mouth was hard on her soft lips, his tongue plundering as she opened to him, her hungry moan telling him he wasn’t the only one who needed more.

He shoved his hand under her sweater and palmed her breast through the lace of her bra, feeling her nipple poke at his fingers. With a growl, he yanked on the delicate fabric, hearing it tear and not caring. He’d buy her a new bra. He’d buy her a hundred. Right now, he needed her naked, and the bra was in the way. Lifting slightly, he pushed her sweater up over her breasts and released the front clasp on the torn bra with a deft twist of his fingers. Her breasts spilled out heavy and full, her nipples flushed a deep rose against her pale skin.

Unable to resist their temptation, Aden took one of the plump morsels in his mouth, sucking until the pink rose became a succulent cherry, so hard and engorged with blood that he could smell it, so rich that it made his fangs elongate with hunger. Beneath him, Sidonie was making eager little noises, her breaths choppy, her fingers tunneling through his hair, holding him against her breast, almost begging him to bite, to taste her blood. But he wasn’t ready to release her to an orgasm just yet. He wanted her hot and begging.

He bit down until he knew she could feel the sting of his teeth, heard her suck in a breath and hold it in anticipation of his bite, but he didn’t let his teeth sink in, he didn’t draw blood. Lifting his mouth from her flesh, he switched to the other breast, smiling against her hot skin at the sound of her groan, her hand fisted against his back, pounding once in frustration.

Stroking his hand down over her hip, he cupped the curve of her ass, then slapped her once, smartly. She jumped, but it only seemed to heighten her arousal, as he’d known it would. Aden would never beat a woman, he’d never beat anyone who was weaker than he was, but he was a master at understanding the sensuous pleasure to be found in the right kind of pain.

Sucking her second breast into his mouth, he lavished it as he had the first, sliding his tongue over her nipple, feeling the blood pulse, sucking harder until the entire tip of her breast was between his teeth. He bit down again, knowing there’d be marks on her delicate flesh tomorrow and taking pleasure in the knowledge. He’d mark every inch of her before he was through.

“Aden,” she gasped, her breath warm and wet against his ear.

“Not yet, habibi . Not for a long time.”

She growled angrily, making him smile. Until she thumped his back again in her anger.

“Not nice, Sidonie love. You’ll pay for that one.”

“Big talk,” she muttered, then cried out in surprise when he whipped her sweater over her head and used it to tie her hands to the headboard. She tugged on the stretchy material, but his binding held fast. Of course.

“This is what happens when you hit,” he told her solemnly, breaking into a grin when she narrowed her eyes at him, lips pursed in annoyance.

Unable to resist, he leaned forward and took that pretty mouth in a kiss, her lips softening beneath his at once, her tongue twisting over and around his tongue and teeth, her body straining upward, undulating against him as she tried to get closer.

But Aden had other plans. Ignoring her wordless protest, he lifted his mouth from hers and kissed his way along her jaw, then down to her neck where he teased with quick flicks of his tongue, and lower, to her shoulder. He closed his teeth over the delicate bone of her clavicle, letting her feel the edge of his fangs, before moving to her chest once more. Sidonie thrust her breasts upward, and he took a moment to admire their lush beauty, the plush nipples and pink areolas, the bright red brand of his teeth marks.

“Aden!” Sidonie demanded, bucking impatiently, obviously wanting him to do more than admire.

He gave her a single flat look of warning. She huffed in frustration and favored him with a scowl, but then lay quietly beneath his hand where it rested against her abdomen.

Leaning down, he brushed a kiss over the soft skin of her belly, then began stripping away the rest of her clothes. He unfastened her jeans and dragged them down her legs, hooking his thumbs in the lacy edges of her panties and taking those, too, until she was completely naked beneath him. He sat back and admired his work, his lovely Sidonie.

“How come I’m always naked and you’re not?” she asked sulkily.

Aden stroked a hand down her bare leg, starting at her thigh and continuing down to cup her calf behind him.

“Because I like you this way.” He closed his fingers around her calf and pulled her leg up, bending her knee and pushing outward until he could see the first rosy blush of her pussy.

“I like you naked, too,” she said, somewhat more breathless than she had been.

“But this is my bed,” he said patiently, sliding his fingers under her other thigh and bending that leg as well, until she was completely open to him.