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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Nov 22, 2015 7:01:28 GMT
Aiden raised an eyebrow at her when she declared that he shouldn’t be there, like it was the worst offense he could have done. But he knew what really had her all riled. So maybe he shouldn’t have talked that way about the women he had been with in front of her while she was strapped to a wall and getting knives thrown at her… and she obviously wasn’t happy about him actually hitting her either. But Aiden just gave her a smile, admiring how beautiful she was when she was angry like this. She probably wouldn’t appreciate the compliment at the moment though. ”Inappropriate? No… I think it’s absolutely appropriate. Especially since we both know that you don’t give two shits about Macus and him being your fiancé.” Aiden said as he moved closer to her and away from the hidden door.
He watched her as she approached him, closing the distance between them easily and then tried to shove him backwards with her hands on his chest. Aiden stood there, not even swaying, and smiled down at her with one of those gorgeous smiles of his. He let her try and push him backwards again, then grabbed her wrists gently in both of his hands and pulled her to him. ”Marcus is probably passed out in his chair in his study about now, having been made to believe he was more drunk than he actually was.” Aiden told her, transferring one wrist into the other hand so he now held both in one hand. His other went around her back and found the tie holding her corset tightly to her body.
”How do you intend on sleeping when you cannot even get yourself out of this dress? I might as well help you out of it before you make me go.” He said, his grin widening as he pulled the string and in one good tug the knot came undone. With deft fingers he easily pulled the laces until they were loose enough that her corset began to fall open, giving him a great view of her. Good Gods but was he just torturing himself more by letting it fall open and not holding it to her… or letting her hands go so she could hold it up herself. ”I’m sorry for letting the knife cut you, Lydia. I hadn’t wanted to do that, but that idiot cousin of mine would have drawn that game out until he inevitably accidentally killed you… and I couldn’t let that happen.” He told her honestly. Aiden knew she likely had thought it an accident, and the fact that it wasn’t was still bad but at least she knew he had done it for a good reason… though she definitely didn’t have to like it.
With one last glance at her drooping corset, he sighed inwardly before tugging it so that it did not fall all the way off and distracted him further. "And about what I told him about those women... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it that way but he was trying to push our buttons... trying to get a different kind of rise out of you and me." He said, trying to say the words in the right way so they wouldn't make him look like more of an ass. He wasn't exactly known for his flowery words though, unless it came to Lydia, but right then he didn't think she would appreciate them. "I know how it sounded, but you're the only woman I've really ever wanted. Marcus is just a temporary impediment, but he won't stand in our way for long... Gods I love you, Lydia, I know I don't say it too often but I do." He would have touched her face then, but letting go of her corset could prove dangerous, as could letting go of her hands.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 22, 2015 20:46:35 GMT
Lydia let out a gasp when he grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him. A blush stole across her angry face, but she didn't try to pull away. He was right; she didn't give a damn about Marcus being her fiancé and she never had. There was only one man she cared for... but she happened to be rather upset with that one man at the moment. She knew that he wasn't going to leave her room though and, deep down, she probably didn't really want him to go anyway.
"Aiden, don't-" she started to say, but the words weren't even out of her mouth and he'd already tugged at the string of her corset. She couldn't stop him... he was holding her wrists. Besides, did she really want to stop him? Wait... she was angry with him! Of course she wanted to stop him. Lydia was torn, caught in a fierce battle between her head and her heart as he loosened the laces of her corset, allowing it to start to slip down and fall open. She couldn't stop him, but then again... she didn't try to either. Beneath her now loosened corset, her breasts were barely covered by the lacy fabric of her dress, beneath which her nipples had already hardened, as if they had a mind of their own.
His apology only renewed her anger and she glared up at him, damn near fuming. "You did it on purpose?!" she practically yelled at him before glancing at the doors. If the guards heard her and found her there with Aiden, in such a promiscuous situation, there was no saying what would happen. "How could you?" she demanded, lowering her voice, but not her level of fury as she turned her eyes back to him. He was lucky that he was holding onto her wrists... otherwise, she would have slapped him. She did try to pull her hands away to do just that, but it was no use. She knew he was right though; he'd done what he needed to do to end the game before something worse might have happened. That didn't make it hurt any less though and knowing that he'd done it on purpose pained her more than the cut itself had, this emotion clearly displayed in her forlorn expression. "I expect that sort of thing from Marcus, not from you."
She pressed her lips into a firm line and looked toward the fire burning in the hearth. When he mentioned what he'd said about the other women, her eyes flashed back to him a little dangerously and she didn't protest when he held up her corset, even though it was on the verge of falling off because of him to begin with. At the mention of his love for her, she tried to withstand the warmth that spread through her and the swelling of her aching heart. Their close proximity made it a little difficult for her to think clearly, as it often did. More than anything, she wanted for him to let her corset come undone, her breasts aching for his touch and a warmth spreading between her legs.
"No, stop that... that's not fair. I'm angry with you. It's not fair of you to barge in here like this and just make me love you more," she said to him, her brows knitting together in frustration. It was clear who was winning this one and it wasn't her. There was still one thing weighing heavily on her mind though, even as he anger was starting to slowly dissipate. "How many women have you made love with?" she asked him, her cheeks blazing with heat. Looking up into those eyes of his, she wondered if she really wanted to know the answer to that. Jealousy was not an emotion she was used to in the slightest.
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Nov 23, 2015 5:00:43 GMT
For the time being Aiden skipped over her question and comment about him letting the knife cut her on purpose, he had known when he did it that it would likely hurt her more emotionally than it would physically but he had taken the chance in order to get them out of that room. But what he would address was her next question for it was far easier to answer. How could he explain to her properly that there was a difference between making love and just having sex? He certainly had never made love to any of those women, hell he has had more sexual experiences with Lydia than with any of those other women…
”None. I haven’t made love with any of them. There is not a single one that has felt my mouth here…” Aiden said, as he let her corset go in favor of pushing his thumb under the fabric of her dress and running it across the hardened peak of her nipple. ”Or felt my tongue diving deep inside their folds…” He added moving his hand down to cup her mound through all of the fabric of her dress. ”They certainly never felt my fingers caress their way up their bodies, kisses following them up to here.” Aiden said, letting his hand caress her through her dress, sliding from her belly, over her breasts and to her lips where he brushed his thumb across their lush fullness.
”I couldn’t have made love to any other woman when you were the only one I’ve ever wanted to make love to. You’re the only woman I have ever and will ever love.” Aiden told her truthfully. He let his grip on her wrists loosen a little so that if she wanted to pull away from him she could. What he didn’t add was that they were all just a means to keep him from taking her before she was free of Marc, free to be truly his… But by the Gods he didn’t know what was stopping him now. If everything went to plan, which he was one hundred percent certain it would, Marcus would be dead soon and everything would finally be as it should be. But of course, he would never do anything to her that she didn’t want, and while his entire body was screaming at him to make her his now… he would completely respect her decision if she were to refuse him now.
Bringing her hands down to his groin he put her palms over his erection that was already as rock hard as it had been earlier that night. ”Feel me, feel what you do to me. No one else, just you. You’re so incredibly beautiful and sexy, even when you’re pissed at me and those green eyes of yours snap with anger. When you’re embarrassed and your cheeks flush like they are now… even when you’re jealous when you shouldn’t be.” Aiden said, when he looked at her it was as if she had hung the moon and the stars. He loved her, would do anything for her, but he didn’t think he could ever walk away from her…they were meant to be even if she was too upset and angry with him to see it at the moment. He was positive she had felt it before… that connection that seemed to go soul deep.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 23, 2015 6:26:23 GMT
Lydia's heart rate was already starting to accelerate as she listened to him and the moment that he ran his thumb over the sensitive peak of her nipple, she melted. His words were more comforting to her than he would ever realize. When his hand moved downward to cup her sweet mound, she let out a gasp, feeling a rush of heat flowing through her and moisture started to seep from within her. His words and actions did more than comfort her. They ignited a flame within her, so eager for more of him that she could hardly stand it. She shivered when he caressed the length of her torso, all the way up to her lips which parted ever so slightly against his gentle touch.
Having him admit to her that she was the only woman he had ever and would ever love lifted an enormous weight off of her shoulder and the hint of a smile played at the corners of her mouth. When he loosened his hold on her, she didn't go anywhere because she didn't want to. If anything, she only wanted to get closer to him. Him moving her hands to his erection did nothing to dispel the crimson in her cheeks, nor did the way he looked at her. The gleam in his eyes made her heart feel as though it were ready to burst. Knowing that he was hard for her and her alone just made her ache for him even more so.
With her heart pounding, she pulled her hands away from his erection, only to unhook the front of her corset so that it fell to the floor at their feet. "I've never loved anyone the way I love you and I don't want to wait a second longer to show you that," she said to him, moving to stand against him. His pulsating erection pressed against her, only intensifying the throbbing between her own thighs. Taking his face in her hands, she wanted to convey to him that she was more than ready for him and she didn't need wedding vows to prove that. "Please, Aiden. I'm aching for you. I want to marry you and I want to make love with you... but unless you're willing to run off to find a priestess who's willing to disobey Marcus, only one of those things is happening tonight."
The look in her eyes conveyed every ounce of pure love that she held for this man and she was certain, without even the hint of doubt, that she wanted to be with him for the rest of eternity. Taking him by the hands, she backed toward the bed, pulling him along. "Show me what it's like to really be loved by a man..." The look in her vivid green eyes was full of desire, passion, and a love that burned so hot and bright that it could set the world on fire. This man was her friend, her protector, her lover... he was everything to her. She knew the consequences of Marc finding out, but Marc could fuck himself. He didn't have the balls or the strength to stand against Aiden anyway. He wouldn't even hit her himself and even she knew that it was because he feared his own cousin.
"I'm yours... now claim me..." Her smile was soft, but suggestive, excitement flooding through her. Marcus could claim that she was his, but she and Aiden knew the truth. She belonged to Aiden and not because he was forcefully taking her like Marcus would try, but because she had willingly and wholeheartedly handed herself over to him.
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Nov 26, 2015 5:04:35 GMT
If Aiden hadn’t already partially convinced himself to stop denying her, and himself, what they both had been wanting the entire time he definitely would have experienced hell trying to tell her no without hurting her this time. He should do it though, he should tell her no and wait but he couldn’t. He no longer had the strength in him to deny her of it. Especially as she talked about marrying him and making love with him. Gods she was such a seductress, those green eyes of hers reeling him in like a fish caught on a fisherman’s line. Aiden gave her a heated look as she took his hands and started leading him towards the bed, as if he really needed her to lead him there. ”It’s a good thing you’ve never loved anyone like you do me… they might find themselves without a major body part or two if you had.” He said, only half joking. When it came to Lydia, everything in him screamed to protect her.
God her pleading with him to make love to her really had his blood pumping, and hardly any of it was going to the place with any ability to rationalize and make good decisions. And that was wholly her fault making him so damn horny the way she always managed to do. She wasn’t lying either, when she said she was his. In all technicality she was, he had the documents to prove that she wasn’t Marc’s betrothed but his… but she didn’t know that. That didn’t make what he was about to commit to any more dangerous for her if his cousin happened to find out in some way before the wedding. But damn if he could refuse her.
Before he could convince himself to do otherwise, Aiden bent his head and crushed her lips with his own. He practically devoured her lips before letting his tongue slip inside. As he was doing this, he pushed the sleeves of her dress further down her arms, taking the bodice with it until it was sliding off her body on its own. He definitely wasn’t going to take his time getting her clothes off and neither of them were shy about it either… not after having seen each other’s bodies countless of times before. One of his hands rolled her hard nub between his fingers while the other slid seductively down her body to her wet mound. He slid a finger inside her, then another and he started thrusting them inside of her tight heat to test how ready for him she really was. God she was so tight. Suddenly his clothes were too confining and he wanted them off… but he also didn’t want to remove his fingers from her either.
”Gods, you’re so tight.” Aiden said in a groan against her lips as he continued to kiss her, then moved his lips to her neck and nipped at the vein that rested beneath the surface of her skin. Just the taste of her made him want more, as it always did. She was a drug that he just couldn’t stop coming back for not that he intended on stopping. Aiden knew that when he finally slipped himself inside her for the first time he would be completely lost… if he wasn’t already.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 26, 2015 7:27:06 GMT
Her smile only widened when he joked with her, but she believed him in all honesty. He had, after all, forced a man to cut off his own hand for hitting her. She didn't get much of a chance to say anything else though. He was already crushing his lips to hers and she responded with a fiery eagerness, more than willing to oblige when he started to push down her dress. As a matter of fact, she helped him with it, kicking it away as it pooled up at her feet. Her tongue danced with his in a heated frenzy and she stood on her toes to get closer, taking his face in her hands.
She moaned softly when he touched her, but when he slid his fingers inside of her and started thrusting, Lydia responded with pleasurable shock. Her lips still brushed against his, but she put their lip locking on hold and she let out perhaps the most arousing and breathtaking moan of her life. Her jaw had dropped and it took everything in her to keep herself from just collapsing against him. Her breathing growing more ragged as shocks of pleasure flowed over her, she pressed his lips to his once more.
His words set her ablaze and she was positively soaked for him. While his lips moved down to her neck, she shuddered as he nipped at her and she proceeded to pull his shirt off in near desperation. Knowing that he was finally ready to cave in only turned her on more and she pressed her bare body to him as she unbuckled his pants. Knowing that he was hard and throbbing for her just made her ache for her even more. His fingers weren't enough for her anymore.
"Oh gods, Aiden," she breathed, unable to take the waiting a moment longer. "I need you... I need to feel you inside me..." She didn't know what to expect, really, but the idea of his shaft slipping into her tight, virgin channel made her entire body thrum with anticipation and arousal. She'd been told that it would hurt the first time, but she honestly didn't care. She just wanted to be with the man she loved.
Pushing his pants downward, Lydia kissed his bare chest, her soft lips trailing downward. Her right hand wandered down to his erection and she took hold of his shaft, rubbing and pulling at it gently and rubbing her thumb lightly over the tip. Touching him just increased her own excitement. "I want you..."
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