by Lilly Wilde
Next I felt his tongue move across the back of my thigh.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” he said, his voice a sultry whisper. “Can you bend over for me?”
When he stood, I leaned forward, and with my palms on my thighs, I trailed my hands down my legs.
“Shit,” he murmured. “That’s so nice, princess.” Aiden groaned as he snapped more pictures. He moved his hand across my ass and then pulled me back toward him.
“Do you know what newlyweds do on honeymoons?” he asked.
“I would imagine the totally smitten husband makes mad, passionate love to his wife,” I replied.
“Stay there.” He walked over to grab something from the nightstand. Seconds later, soft music enclosed us, and then he was standing behind me again, reaching for the contour petals that held my breasts. He peeled each one away and let them fall to the floor, and then he snapped another picture.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“What people do on honeymoons, my love, is take inventory of what’s theirs. And that’s what I’m doing. I’m taking pictures of what belongs to me, strictly for inventory purposes.”
I laughed. “You’re so silly.” I thought about his idea, and I very much wanted to be included. “You’re next.”
“Fine by me. I would love to know that your phone is filled with picture after picture of Mr. Kingston.”
*
My remaining articles of clothing had been gradually stripped from my body. And after a very steamy photo shoot, I was lying naked on a bed of fragrant, red petals. Aiden was standing at the foot with the handful of fruit he’d taken from the bowl. I bit my lip as I watched and waited for him to make this night ours. The heat of his gaze moved over me, touching me as if he were tracing his fingers over my skin. I was his prisoner, totally defenseless and completely engrossed in the expectations of this beautiful night…our wedding night.
“Mrs. Raine,” he said, and smiled at me. “Do I have your permission to make love to you?”
“Yes,” I said. “All night…and every night for the rest of my life.”
Aiden’s fingertips lightly brushed my ankle. With his eyes fixed on mine, he lifted my leg and lowered his head to kiss the arch of my foot. I swallowed hard, trying to rid myself of the anticipation that had started my heart racing already.
Still holding my gaze, he gifted my ankles, my legs and then my thighs with warm, soft kisses, his tongue tracing over me in slow, wet caresses—my skin was on fire.
I let out a low moan as my body arched into the bed.
“Keep still,” he said. Having spread the strawberries and grapes over my abdomen, he took one into his mouth, holding it between his lips as he settled between my legs and spread them farther apart. Looking up from under his lashes, his smoldering gaze still visible, and with the strawberry still in his mouth, he trailed it over my sex. His head moved from one side to the other, back and forth, gently flicking my clit with the chilled fruit. My muscles tightened as he lowered his head and continued the sweet, delicious journey to my eager orchid. He traced the strawberry over my sex and then moved it between my lips, sliding it up and down the wet slit. He looked up at me, his eyes dark and hungry as he took the strawberry into his mouth, biting into it and then swallowing.
Aiden groaned. “Strawberry Virginia. My new favorite flavor,” he said, as he started again, placing a string of slow, sweet kisses between my legs, his mouth lingering on my inner thigh as he moaned into my skin. “You smell so good…too good,” he murmured. Then his mouth covered my clit, suctioning as his tongue encircled the stimulated bud, moaning around it. And then finally, his tongue dipped into my sweet center.
“Ahh…” I trembled, my body weakening as I opened my legs wider, letting him go deeper inside me. “You’re driving me crazy,” I panted. His licks were slow and tender—worshipping me with his mouth and making love to my pussy with his tongue. “Ohh…yes.” I moaned. “Aiden. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Each sweet dip into me was like those decadent chocolates—sinful and not nearly enough. His tongue stroked my pussy with a precision so focused that I quickly lost myself. Without warning, my orgasm was his, deeply pulsing, flowing in waves, and flooding his mouth. I gripped the sheets, gasping his name as he captured and held my very essence.
Aiden emerged from between my thighs and straddled my legs, crawling over me like a graceful tiger. He reached for one of the grapes and traced a titillating path up my body, moving it ever so slowly over my abdomen, to the curve of my breast, to my neck and then to my mouth. Teasing me, he traced the grape along my parted lips before finally letting me taste. I bit the very tip of the fruit just as his tongue joined mine.
Kissing my chin, the side of my mouth, and then focusing his attention on my neck, his hand captured my breast, cupping it whole, squeezing toward the tip and then rolling my nipple between his fingers. My hands were in his hair, clutching handfuls as he lowered his head to the sensitive peak of my breast and started to suck with soft, deep pulls.
Releasing my nipple, he looked directly into my eyes. “I want to fulfill your every fantasy.”
“You already do, Aiden,” I breathed. “Every time you so much as touch me.” My core literally ached for him. I craved his touch in a way that denied all understanding.
His tongue trailed over my skin as he slid his fingers inside me. I cried out as he turned his attention to my other breast, pulling my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard as my hips rolled into fingered thrusts that scissored and twisted with each push into me.
“I want you,” I whispered.
His mouth hovered over mine, barely touching my lip with his tongue. We were breathing each other in, biding time. Just as the longing became unbearable, his lips sealed over mine.
“Mmm.” I moaned.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth and eased his fingers out of me. His erection was hard and tempting, softly prodding my sex as he licked into my mouth, caressing my tongue with long, deep licks. Moving his thigh between mine, he gently filled me, inch by delicious inch, stretching me until I could take no more.
I cried out, my body arching as he stilled.
“I’m going to make love to you all night, Aria.” He looked down at me, and his dark emerald gaze pierced mine, giving validity to our connection. Our fingers intertwined as he pushed into me again and then he was on my neck, the warm velvet of his tongue searing my skin.
Each deep, gentle plunge was like another binding to my soul. He had marked me as his a long time ago, but this was different…deeper, like nothing I’d ever experienced. Every part of him—his mind, his body, and his spirit—was calling to me, pulling me under, and taking me over.
“I want you to come for me, okay, baby.”
“Yes.” I clawed at his back, moaning into his chest, as his scent filled my lungs, becoming my very breath.
“I want to feel you contracting around me…losing yourself…surrendering everything to me.”
My body responded to his skill, to his voice, to his command—the pleasure building and building until there was no more. And then it all came falling down, crashing around me like a thousand waves. He stroked my sex with a finesse that beckoned my submission…and unable to resist, my body obeyed. I attempted to resurface, but the feel of his skin and the smell of his body mixed with mine was like a concentrated dose of aphrodisia coursing through my veins—pulling me back under.
With one arm supporting his position, he hovered over me, guiding me so that I was lying on my side. His long fingers curved around my waist, pulling me back toward him. Our bodies were perfectly aligned as his hand trailed its way to my sex. With a feather light touch, he rotated the tip of his finger over my clit, stimulating the erect bud, and driving me toward another orgasm. I let out a low moan as he slid two fingers up and down my cleft. When he squeezed my swollen lips, and applied pressure to my clit, my body convulsed again.
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itioning my leg, he slowly pushed into me. “I love the way your body feels against mine. We fit perfectly. I was made for you, Aria,” he murmured, as he pushed harder, going deeper. My body arched away from his, but he pulled me back to his chest, restoring our contact, restoring our connection. And once again, he was taking me under.
“I love you so much,” he whispered. “So much,” he repeated as his hand traveled to my breast. “I want to make you lose control.”
“Ahh…yes,” I panted. This is what I wanted. This is what I craved. It felt like a forbidden part of heaven.
His mouth moved along my neck as he stroked my sex, penetrating deeply—connecting our minds and our bodies and carrying us far above the plains of Italy, to the place that only he and I had been. It was celestial. It was breathtaking. It was ours.
Rushed and labored breathing steamed across our faces as we sat up in bed to face each other. Aiden pulled me into a kiss and then grasped my waist, guiding me over him. Wrapping my fingers around his manhood, I lowered my body to join us once more. I slowly sheathed his erection, wincing as I eased his hardness inside my soft, wet petals, and like two insatiable lovers, we both started to move. I gripped each slow push into me, contracting the walls of my sex, and meeting him with full, deep rolls.
Sliding my hands up Aiden’s back, I clung to him, my mouth pressed against his. My body molded to his. My mind was close to overload, struggling to balance the sensations surging through me. Everything was exploding in brilliant colors so bright that my mind nearly shut down at its vibrancy.
Aiden’s hand moved up my back and fisted my hair. “You belong to me. You’re mine…in every way,” he whispered. His tongue softly swept my collarbone, and then I felt the sting of his teeth biting into my skin just as I sank down to his thick root.
As another wave of rapture seized me, I cried out, clutching his back, my nails clawing his skin as they slid down his muscular frame, the depths of my soul exploding around him. Grasping his rounded shoulders, I moved my tongue across his skin, tasting of him. Then there was a deep rumbling in his chest as he joined me in my release. His mouth was on my neck, muffling his impassioned growls as he filled me and deepened our connection— a bond that would never be broken.
Hours later, we were lying in bed, my exhausted body resting atop his while he traced his fingers up and down my back. “I love you,” I said, as I started to drift off.
“I’ve placed my heart in your hands,” he said and kissed my hair. “And it’s yours to keep. I love you, Aria. Don’t ever leave me.”
“Never. I’ll never leave,” I whispered into his chest. There was no way I could. My heart had been captured by the man of my dreams, and I was his—now until forever.
*
The following day, we were either in bed or in the tub—wrapped in each other’s arms and consumed with desire. When we finally emerged for air, we stepped out onto the balcony and looked at the beautiful Italian sky. The blanketed darkness of twinkling lights offered just the right amount of illumination to conceal two naked lovers. I briefly wondered if my parents were close by looking at the same gorgeous night. A smile crossed my lips as I pictured them together. Sighing, I turned to face Aiden. I loved him more than I could express with mere words. It was visceral; he was a part of me. It was an existence I didn’t think I’d ever want. He’d given me a love that I could never forsake.
*
We were coasting along the waters of the Grand Canal. Aiden coolly steered the yacht as his hair blew casually in the wind, the gleam of the sunlight flashing in the lenses of his aviators. I stared contently as he cast glances here and there. I should have been focused more on the sights, but he was more breathtaking than any landmark I’d see here.
I followed Aiden’s gaze and my eyes fell upon a man and woman sitting underneath one of the restaurant awnings. I lingered on the couple. My parents! The chances of them being my Mom and Dad were slight, I knew that…but I wanted to believe it was them. As the boat carried us further away, I started to squint, desperate to make out the man’s features. It had been too many years since I’d seen my father, but I imagined the man I saw from a distance would have been the person my father had grown into. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t let Aiden know who I thought I saw. I didn’t want to spoil my illusion. I wanted to keep it as my own private memory—that my parents watched me and my husband sail down the waters of the Grand Canal. Even if it wasn’t true, the fantasy was enough for me.
The boat slowed to a crawl as I walked back toward Aiden. Looking up at him, I placed my palm on his cheek. He’s the only one who could have ever bound me, both sexually and legally. He was my husband.
“I love you, Mr. Raine.”
“I love you more, Mrs. Raine.”
“Kiss me,” I said. “Kiss me like you don’t want anything else in the world but me.”
“That’s easy, because you’re all I’ll ever want.” He leaned down and his lips covered mine in a deep, ravenous kiss that left me yearning for more.
I wrapped my arms around him and joined in his appreciation of the beauty of Venice. My head was on his chest, and as I listened to his heartbeat, I realized that his matched mine—a confirmation of what I already knew—we were two destined souls who had become one.
The love we shared was like an all-consuming drug—addictive and burning. It took on a face of its own and it wasn’t always pretty, often exposing parts we didn’t wish to see. It was a love that was both beautiful and intense. It was ragged and imperfect…and it was ours.
I knew it would never be easy with Aiden, because that simply wasn’t our way—we were both too headstrong for that, which meant we’d have our fair share of arguments, but if he could bend, I would bend a little more, and that’s where we’d find our version of a compromise. I was sure there would be times when we would stand at an impasse, both of us too stubborn to bend at all…but that didn’t matter. We were in this forever. We were two halves of the same whole. I could no more remove him from my heart as I could remove the blood from my veins. I was his. There would be no other for me…only him—only his voice, only his skill, only his love, only his touch.
THE END
Epilogue
“Well hot damn! Further proof you’re with the wrong Raine brother, Ms. Aria.”
“Hello, Nicholas, I said, reaching up to hug him.
“Has Aiden seen you in these clothes?”
“No. Why?”
He grinned. “That explains why you still have them on.”
“What?”
“You know he’s not going to let you walk out of the house in that.”
“Excuse you, Nicholas, but I’m an adult. I don’t require Aiden’s approval on my wardrobe. He’s not the boss of me.”
“Yeah, but he thinks he is. He thinks he’s the boss of everybody.”
That was true, but I wasn’t going to let Aiden even think he could determine what I’d wear. I looked down at my clothing and then back at Nicholas. “You don’t think he’ll like it?”
“Oh, he’s going to more than like it. He may take you back upstairs and show you just how much he likes it. I know I kid around about it, but had you crossed my path first, you would have been mine.”
“What makes you think I would have been a willing conquest. I’ve heard you’re quite the playboy, and man whores aren’t really my thing.”
“Not with you. You’re the kind of woman that makes the best of playboys stop playing. Why do you think Aiden is so head fucked over you?”
“Head fucked?”
“He’s changed. I know a lot of it has to do with my nephew, but even before the baby, he was different.”
Nicholas and I stepped into the entertainment room and my eyes immediately found Aiden’s. He was reclined on the couch, smoking a cigar. His leg was crossed, his ankle resting on his knee.
Allison whistled and I forced my eyes away from Aiden’s, smiling at
his sister’s compliment.
“I think Aria should be on my arm,” Nicholas announced to the others.
“And why is that?” I asked.
“I will appreciate you in something like this far more than Aiden will. He’s not going to be cool with you going out like this. Isn’t that right, bro?”
I watched as Aiden drank me in. A slow, sexy smile forming on his sculpted lips as his dark gaze slid over me. Smoke coolly escaped his mouth as he exhaled. Uncrossing his leg, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. He dropped the cigar in a canister on the table, and then he looked at Nicholas. “She’s gorgeous and most importantly, she’s mine.” He smirked and glanced back at me, the heat of his gaze touching my skin. “I’m not worried. She knows who she’s coming home with.”
ARIA AND AIDEN’S STORY CONTINUES
IN THE UPCOMING SEQUEL TO THE UNTOUCHED SERIES
FOREVER TOUCHED
Coming Soon from Lilly Wilde!
Discussion Questions
Aria knows she can’t see her father. Will she remain content with that or will she try to find a way to contact him?
If Aria thought she could leave, would she have left with Lyric when she found out Nadia was still a threat?
Why did Aria feel it was so important to see Nadia for herself?
Was it difficult for Aiden to allow Kellan to be a part of Aria’s special day?
How did you feel when you learned that Aiden had arranged for April to be at the wedding?
Would Aiden have told Aria about her dad had he not been pushed to do so?
Do you agree with Aiden’s reason for not telling Aria about her dad sooner?
What did you enjoy about the visit to Seducente? Did anything surprise you?
Were you surprised by Kellan’s hook-up?
Do you think Nadia will one day recover?
Was Aiden’s idea to have the wedding in Italy a coincidence or was there a reason?
What did you like most about the wedding?
Do you think Aria’s mom is alive?
