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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Apr 30, 2016 0:28:18 GMT
He was a nightmare come to life. There was no question about it. If Lydia had learned one thing over the years, it was that the Blackwell brothers couldn’t be trusted. They were both absolute monsters and she had long ago come to terms with the fact that she would never escape either of them. As a child, she’d worshipped the ground that her betrothed walked on, but the moment he became king he finally showed her his true colors. Aiden had always been awful to her… or so she thought. Growing up, she’d had no idea that, had it not been for Aiden, Gregor could have possibly killed her with all of those terrible pranks she’d blamed on Aiden instead. Both of them terrified her without a doubt. Unfortunately, she would be stuck married to one for the rest of her life while the other would be her brother in-law. She honestly wasn’t sure who scared her the most between the two. Gregor had always been a brute, and a strong one at that, having first laid his hands on her shortly after he’d been crowned king, revealing his true colors to her. He was power hungry and a tyrant king that was feared by all. Then there was Aiden… no doubt the better looking of the two, but he was no less frightening. His ruthlessness in battle kept him in favor with his twin brother who used him for all of his dirty work. If the king needed something important and dangerous done, it was a task that would surely be assigned to Aiden. With his prowess in battle and combat along with his strength and dangerous abilities, Aiden Blackwell was a force to be reckoned with. He was so merciless in inflicting pain and death upon others that he’d earned himself a reputation and the title “the Reaper” to go right along with it. Both had a violent temper and Lydia was sure that if one wasn’t the death of her, the other would be. She was always doing her best to avoid them both when she could… Gregor because of his violent outbursts and Aiden because… well, he scared her. He was an intimidating man and every time she was near him, she could feel his eyes on her. She could never avoid Gregor for too long though, always having to be careful to avoid his suspicions. According to him, she was his and always would be, whether she wanted it or not. That night, as a storm raged on outside, lightning flashing across the sky, Gregor was in a foul mood. As usual, he sought to take it out on some of his favorite victims. As his betrothed, Lydia was always at the top of that list and he’d been all too delighted to find her out in the corridors on that particular night, catching her as she was heading back to her chambers. ”Where do you think you’re going?” Gregor demanded, grabbing her by the wrist and stopping her before she could leave him. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he wanted to talk about but she’d had enough of him telling her what he was going to do to her on their wedding night. Just thinking about it made her want to vomit. A part of her wondered why he was even waiting for their wedding night… not being married didn’t stop him from fucking all of those other girls. He was always sure to tell her that they were just to keep his mind off of her… to stop him from taking her before their wedding night. He’d told her that he needed to save her and to truly savor her… and he’d said all this as he’d raped and killed another woman, forcing her to watch. This had been two years before though, on the night of his coronation but it still haunted her. ”I think it’s time I retired, your highness,” she said, refusing to meet his eyes... until he grabbed her by the jaw and forced her to that is. ”You’ll retire when I say so. I wanted to speak to you, my love,” he said, pulling her closer and setting his hands on her slender waist. Her own hands settled on his chest in an attempt to keep him at bay. She was all too familiar with his kisses and they weren’t the least bit enjoyable for her. Trying to hold him back didn’t work anyway though and he crushed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue practically down her throat. He held her closer as she resisted but she finally managed to turn her face away. She’d tried to lean so far back in an escape attempt that she would surely fall backwards if he were to release her. ”That’s not speaking, my king,” she breathed, swallowing hard and trying not to be sick. They were so close to the wedding and she was getting more and more nervous with each day that went by. In two weeks time, he would be pinning her to his bed and forcing himself on her just as he'd been promising her. ”No, it isn’t,” he said, smirking and going to force his lips on hers again. She knew where this was going. He would continue until she either fought back and earned herself a backhand or until he got himself all worked up and forced her to watch him rape another innocent girl. ”Please don’t,” she pleaded, trying to pull away. His touch made her skin crawl. Clenching his teeth, Gregor took her by the arms and shoved her against the nearby wall, making her flinch and cry out in pain. Unfortunately, she was all too familiar with his violence when he didn’t get his way. He was more like a spoiled child than a king and she hated him with a fiery passion. ”It’s high time you learned that I’m your king, my lady. If I want to kiss my betrothed, I’ll do so as much as I please and when I please…” When she struggled against his hold, Gregor pulled back and backhanded her across the face, his hit so hard that she was seeing stars. Her eyes stung with tears and she was dazed for a moment as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the wall. His hold was so tight that she cried out in pain. His lips captured hers again and her heart raced. It was stupid of her. She was acting in self-defense but it was still incredibly stupid. He was going to pay her back tenfold for this. When she kneed him in the groin, Gregor roared with pain, releasing her and doubling over. ”YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he yelled after her as she took off down the hallway, unable to stop the torrent of tears that were streaming down her face. Running through the corridors, she knew he would come after her and terror seized her very soul at the very thought. She didn't want to find out what he would do to her when he caught up. When she saw the door to Aiden’s study up ahead, it was desperation that drove her toward it. It was the last place anyone, Gregor included, would think to look for her. She loathed Aiden, after all, so why would she go into his study? It didn’t matter though. He’d been gone for two months now and had yet to return. Surely she could hide in there until she was sure Gregor had given up his search for her. Pausing outside the door, she looked behind her, hearing him barreling through the halls to find her, yelling at the guards to search for her and drag her to him if they found her. Panicking and unable to catch her breath, she pulled the door open and flung herself inside, slamming it shut behind her. Twisting the key to lock it, she stood there, listening for her betrothed. When she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eyes, Lydia just about jumped out of her skin, color rising in her pale face. ”Aiden…” she breathed, having had no idea that he’d returned. She was too shaken to even remember to address him by his princely title and backed herself right up against the door. ”I’m sorry, I didn’t know-“ she started to say, but cut herself short as she heard Gregor storming past the door. ”LYDIA!” he roared, his voice too close for comfort. The sound of him kicking in another door made her jump, wide-eyed with fear as her heart raced with terror. ”DAMN YOU, LYDIA, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO DO AS I SAY?! YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS! YOU MARK MY WORDS, YOU LITTLE BITCH! COME OUT HERE AND I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPENS TO GIRLS WHO DARE TO DISOBEY AND LAY HANDS ON THEIR KING!” Her heart seized as he passed the door and she didn’t dare to move even an inch. She had two choices: either go out there and face him and the beating he had to offer her, or remain locked in there with Aiden. She chose the latter, standing there with tears streaming down her face. The side of her face where he’d struck her was red from the hit and her wrists were starting to bruise and she ws sure she looked more like a frightened sheep than a proud lady of high standing. Staring at Aiden, she was terrified that he would call out to his brother and tell her where she was or drag her into the hall himself. ”Please don’t tell him I’m in here,” she breathed in a desperate whisper, trembling fiercely. The sound of the storm battering against the windows filled her ears as Gregor went right past the door, his angry footfalls growing distant. Her terrified, vibrant green eyes didn’t leave Aiden for even a second, pleading with a man that honestly scared her just as much as his brother. If not just as much than even more so. Whether he knew it or not, Aiden was an infinitely more dangerous and intimating man than Gregor. Pleading with him to shield her from Gregor was like pleading with the devil to shield her from a demon. Lydia |
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on May 3, 2016 16:25:44 GMT
Already rather far into his cups, having began drinking the practically the moment he arrived back at the damn palace, Aiden sat in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk and stared at the wedding announcement that had been obnoxiously waiting for him when he walked in. Sitting at the top of a stack of numerous other bullshit from his brother, the beloved King of Errigal. The though made him laugh darkly, not an ounce of true amusement coloring the sound that filled his study. His brother, his twin, was probably the only person the Reaper truly loathed in this world.
The Gods had, for some reason, decided to make the man heir of a kingdom and give him a beautiful woman as a bride and he didn't give two shits about either really. Letting his Kingdom go to shambles in favor of making everyone fear his brutishness and serve him because they were afraid for their lives and that of their families instead of true loyalty. It sickened him really, and yet still he served his brother, doing the things he wished... but as the days continued his mind slipped more and more to treason and murder. One day, soon enough, his brother would die and it would be by Aiden's sword... he already fantasized about such a day.
And then he would take the beautiful Lydia as his own wife and show her what it was like to be with a man that really respected a woman, instead of using her as his own personal punching bag as his brother seemed to enjoy. The anger swirled in him more at the thought. This woman was supposed to give his brother heirs and yet all he had ever done was terrorize her to no end. Pulling deadly pranks on her where she only survived because he had gotten wind of them just in time to save her from his brother's foolishness and thirst for making people miserable.
The man had learned from an early age to never let his brother see what he truly thought and felt, adopting a mask of indifference around Gregor and then around everyone else the older he became, not trusting anyone once his parents died. With a sneer Aiden tossed the ornate announcement into the fire blazing behind him, not wanting to look at the scrawling lettering telling of his brother's wedding date with the lovely Lydia another moment longer. His eyes were watching it as it caught fire and started to turn black when the door burst open.
His blue eyes turned angrily to whomever had dared to enter his study, such a thing was expressly forbidden, but he was mildly surprised to see the object of his thoughts closing the door. Aiden watched her genuine surprise of seeing him sitting there, as if she hadn't expected him to be there and then he heard his brother's voice yelling for her through the halls and his questions were answered. So, his brother's betrothed had run from him... interesting.
His face was unreadable as he listened to her pleading to him not to tell Gregor where she was at, as if he would actually help his brother... though he figured it looked as if he actually cared for his twin, always doing his bidding. Instead though, Aiden removed his feet from the desk and picked up the pitcher of mead and poured more of it into his goblet and then into a spare he kept for rare occasions such as this and held it out to her. "Why don't you drink this and take a seat. You'll likely be stuck in here for a while." Knowing Gregor he'd probably search the entire palace several times over looking for his runaway betrothed.
Letting his mask fall slightly Aiden offered her a rare smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. A dark plan formed in his mind as he thought about taking this woman as his own before his brother had the chance... she should have been his anyway, the Gods had just turned against him for some reason and given everything else to Gregor, leaving Aiden only with powers of the mind that scared people more than his brother's brutishness. Gregor didn't deserve her and she certainly deserved more than either of them but he was definitely better suited to treat her correctly than his brother who would sooner kill her than treat her with care.
Lifting his goblet to his lips he watched her as he took a drink, waiting for her to take the one from his hands and take a seat in the chair on the other side of his desk. He would take her this night, upon this very desk if he could, and ruin her for his brother. Lightning flashed in the window, alighting the room for a brief second in blue light and he hoped she couldn't see the desire written on his face or what he planned for he wanted her willing and begging him for it. Of course, he could make her do those things but it'd be more satisfying is she really did...
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on May 4, 2016 0:18:43 GMT
Lydia didn’t know what she had expected from Aiden… okay, she did. She had expected him to drag her out into the hall, despite her pleas, or alert his brother to where she was. The last thing she expected was for him to actually allow her to seek refuge in his study and offer her a drink on top of that. Her tears came to a stop as he stood before her, offering her the goblet. For a moment, her green eyes flashed to his face, watching him smile at her before raising his own goblet to his lips.
He had a handsome smile, she would give him that, but she noted how the light of it didn’t meet his eyes. It was certainly a rare sight though and she couldn’t get the image of it out of her head, even as that smile disappeared behind his goblet. For a moment, she entertained the notion that he might try to poison her… she wouldn’t put it past him or his brother. Then again, he’d had no idea that she would come running in there and seeing him drink as well eased her suspicions.
She was still cautious as ever as she took the goblet from him, color rising in her cheeks. She didn’t even want to know what he was thinking about the way she ran in there like a frightened kitten in need of shelter. Then again, why did she suddenly care about what he thought of her? It had been clear to her that he loathed her all these years… another reason why his reaction to her interruption was so puzzling.
Watching as the lightning reflected off of the handsome contours of his face, her brows drew together, but she took a sip of the mead anyway. Savoring the sweetness as the thick liquid burned a path down her throat, Lydia was a little on edge. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d been alone in a room with Aiden… she must have been a child the last time that happened. As such, she wasn’t quite sure that she wanted to sit. She was too on edge, not just because she was alone with him, but because his brother was scouring the palace for her.
”I’m all right standing, if you don’t mind,” she said to him, though not impolitely. She may not have liked him, but the man was doing her more of a favor than he would ever realize. Who knew what pain Gregor would have inflicted on her if Aiden had turned her over? The more curious part of her wanted to explore his study but she didn’t dare. Just being there was surely enough of an intrusion and she was sure that he probably didn’t really want her there. She did, however, move to stand in front of the window, looking out at the storm as she took another sip of her drink.
”You’ve surprised me… I’ll admit, I expected you to drag me back out to your brother or inform him of my whereabouts…” she said to him, watching the raindrops racing down the window pane. Turning toward him, she leaned her back against the frame of the window, eyeing him with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes. She would admit that she didn’t know much about the inner workings of Aiden’s mind, but from what she did know of him, he appeared loyal to his brother. This, however, seemed like an act of deception. In all honesty, a part of her wondered if he was playing some sort of cruel joke on her. It surely wouldn’t be the first time.
”Why didn’t you tell him that I’m in here?” she asked him skeptically, scrutinizing the prince with her piercing, green-eyed gaze. Already, this was probably the longest conversation she’d had with him in years. Most people would have feared what Gregor would do if he’d discovered them hiding his betrothed, but Aiden didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by the thought.
As she stood there, questioning his motives, Lydia absentmindedly started to toy with the locket that always hung about her neck. It was her favorite piece of jewelry though she admittedly had no idea where it had come from. The gift had been completely anonymous and she could never figure out who’d given it to her. It draped perfectly over her chest and her perky breasts, inadvertently drawing more attention to the perfectly formed globes. All it would take was merely sliding the straps of her dress off of her shoulders to expose them to the man before her… not that she was thinking such tantalizing and sinful things as he looked at her the way that he did. A draft from the window sent a chill down her spine, her nipples growing taught beneath the fabric of her dress in response, their outline sinfully evident and making her feel more exposed to him than she actually was.
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on May 16, 2016 18:17:12 GMT
Aiden watched her take the goblet from him, watched how carefully she did so that their fingers didn't even brush against one another in the exchange. Part of him wanted to grab her dainty wrist as she pulled the goblet towards her, wanted to force contact between their skin. He refrained from doing so, though barely, not wanting to startle her into running away into the arms of his brother. She wouldn't be safe in Gregor's arms this night... not until Aiden could make his brother... forget, about what had happened this night. Even then her safety with his brother was always a tentative thing for his moods could turn sour in an instant.
He alone had made sure of her safety all these years, making sure she didn't die from his brother's cruelty. Lydia had become something of an obsession to him honestly. That made the fact that his brother was going to marry her soon piss him off all the more... his brother had never deserved her, honestly he should go gut him right now instead of altering his mind later to think that he had never seen Lydia that night... it would be simpler in the moment to do so, but he had to think about the long run and how killing Gregor, no matter how awful a leader he was, would incite rebellion and he needed time to plan a defense against such a thing before he took his brother's life. And he would take great pleasure from watching the lights leave his eyes after the things he had put him up to over the years.
But the thing that was keeping him in that room wasn't the idea of rebellions but the woman standing there, taking refuge with him from the person he loathed most in this world. And he had learned to take things when they fell into your lap so perfectly. Aiden watched as she took a sip, watched the way her throat moved as she sweet liquid ran down it. Never before had such a simple thing been so hot to him but he could only imagine her throat working in a similar fashion as she swallowed his hot seed. Gods, he wanted her badly. The prince had been with many women over the years but none of them had effected him like this, and he hadn't even done anything with her yet! He could only imagine how his blood would heat looking at her afterwards... and how much it would satisfy him knowing that he had taken something from his brother that could never be gotten back... Sweet, innocent Lydia's virginity.
She was nervous, he could tell in the way she held herself though her declining to sit gave it away as well. Aiden couldn't exactly blame her, she didn't trust him anymore than she trusted Gregor. She was barely sixteen but she had been subjected to more cruelty than a young woman as innocent as she was ever should have been. His eyes followed her intently as she moved to the window and gazed out at the storm beyond the panes of glass. Another flash of lightening lit her features in ways the soft warm glow of the fire couldn't as she spoke to him, asking a question that if answered truthfully would be like committing treason... not that the idea of doing so bothered him in the slightest.
He watched as she turned to look at him, leaning back against the stone that framed the window. He couldn't help his gaze as it raked over her and the filmy dress she wore. It would be rather easy to rip it off of her... if he were so inclined to do such a thing. And he was... the smile he had given her earlier graced his lips once more and he stood from his chair, setting his goblet on the table as he did so. "Now that, that is a million dollar question sweetheart." Aiden told her as he watched her play with the locket he had given her quite some time earlier... and he didn't fail to notice the shiver that went through her and the way her nipples hardened and peaked against the green fabric of her dress.
"Why would I save you from the deadly tricks my brother played on you?" He spoke the words softly as he walked around his desk towards her. "I know you suspected me to be behind them, you believe me to be crueler than Gregor... and in some senses I'm sure that assumption would be correct." He could kill more mercilessly than his brother... and he'd do it himself instead of pawning the job off on someone else. He was a dangerous man, there was no denying it, but he wasn't a danger to this woman and he never had been. "You're right to be terrified of Gregor, but I wouldn't hurt you as he has done..."
His eyes went back to her hand on the locket as he stopped in front of her. It was the same hand he had witnessed her pleasuring herself with not but a few days earlier. "I'm glad to see that you like the locket I gave you. I knew it would look perfect hanging around your pretty neck." He said as he looked into those innocent green eyes of hers and lifted his hand to touch her. Aiden's thumb grazed over her tight beaded nipple as his gaze lowered to her full lips that were practically begging him to press his mouth against them and slide his tongue between them. Gods it was so tempting to just take her and to hell with making it slow...
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on May 17, 2016 1:22:10 GMT
Lydia blinked at this wonder of a man that she had spent so much of her life loathing, his words drifting through her mind and defying everything that she thought she knew to be true. Her brows drew together as she processed what he was saying and she swore her heart skipped a beat. For so long, she’s blamed Aiden for the awful tricks that had been played on her growing up… and here he was, telling her that Gregor had been the one behind them and he had actually been protecting her this entire time.
She wanted to call bullshit, but the more she considered it, the more it actually made sense to her. Lydia watched him coming closer to her, looking up into his intense, blue eyes as he stopped in front of her. Setting her goblet down on the window sill, she should have pulled away from him. The short distance between them wasn’t appropriate, but she found herself trapped there, unable to move. She was frozen in place, her heart starting to pound as he admitted to being the one who had given her the necklace.
Her lips parted to ask him why he’d even given it to her, but he lifted his hand to touch her in that same moment. ”Aiden!” she gasped breathlessly instead, her brows drawing together from the pleasure of his touch, heat spreading between her legs. She grabbed the wrist of his hand that touched her so intimately while her other hand grabbed a fistful of his shirt in response. She didn’t push him away though or try to pull his hand away from her breast. The sensation of his thumb rubbing against her nipple through the fabric sent shockwaves of euphoric pleasure through her body. Gregor had certainly never evoked such a sense of pleasure from her before. Of course… Gregor’s touch was never quite so gentle or desirable. He was rough, forceful, and didn’t give a damn if he hurt her. Aiden’s touch left her aching for more.
This wasn’t like her. Aiden terrified her, but looking up at him as his gaze lowered to her lips, there surprisingly wasn’t an ounce of fear in her. Her heart was pounding as arousal spread through her abdomen, making her tingle pleasurably in anticipation. She shouldn’t have done it. She should have pushed him away right then and walked out of the room, but she wasn’t thinking straight. All she knew was this man had evidently protected her all these years and she’d repaid him with nothing but loathing and contempt… As a matter of fact, he was sheltering her right then and there, ensuring her safety and… well, she’d never known safety before, not even as a child. Her father had been just as cruel as her betrothed.
Perhaps she was drawn to him by the safety and security he had to offer her right then, but she couldn’t know for sure what was pulling her toward him. Pulling him down to her, she surprised herself deeply by pressing her soft lips to his. She’d never kissed anyone like this before… although, she’d only ever kissed Gregor in the past and that wasn’t by choice. This was the first time she had ever kissed anyone by choice and there was a definite fire in her lips, though the kiss itself was gentle and passionate.
Instead of stopping, like she should have, Lydia deepened the kiss, her small frame pressing against his muscular body with desperation and desire. Heaven forgive her sins, but Lydia released his wrist in favor of slipping the strap of her dress off of her shoulder, exposing her breast to him so that she could feel his touch more directly and intimately. Her lips parted against his, willingly granting his tongue access to her mouth so that their tongues could twine together in a hot dance of desire.
She’d only ever fantasized about being touched like this by Aiden… Sure, she thought that she’d hated him up until that point, but she’d always been well aware of how incredibly sexy this man was. She’d shamelessly pleasured herself to thoughts of him more than once, actually.
The loud crashing of thunder made her jump, bringing her back to her senses. The sudden thought of what Gregor would do if he found out that made her pull away, her green eyes wide as she actually let what was happening sink in. The fear in her eyes wasn’t directed at him though. ”Oh my gods, Gregor is going to kill me,” she breathed, terrified of how his brother would react as she pulled back, flushed as ever as she went to fix her dress and cover her bare breast back up. She couldn’t do this… she shouldn’t do this, no matter how much she wanted to and no matter how badly her body, heart, and mind craved Aiden. It just felt amazing to finally have a say in who was touching her, like she finally had some kind of control over her own body because she certainly had no control with Gregor and he made sure she knew it. Gregor always made it clear that she belonged to him. Aiden’s touch… she’d never experienced anything like it and it just made her melt.
”I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have come in here…” she said, swallowing hard as she moved toward the door. If Gregor found out about this, he was going to hurt her and he was going to hurt her badly, there was no doubt about it. She was terrified of leaving the safety of that room, but she was also afraid of what she would do if she stayed because she couldn’t possibly resist Aiden. Gods, she’d been ready to let her dress fall to the damn floor for him, wanting so desperately to have a say in who she gave her virginity away to because she knew she wouldn’t be giving it to Gregor willingly on their wedding night. Was it so awful of her to not want her first time to involve being pinned down and raped by the man she hated most?
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on May 20, 2016 4:37:48 GMT
Her reaction excited him, the way she spoke his name and grabbed hold of both his wrist and his shirt. Aiden rubbed her nipple again, loving that she was so responsive to just a simple touch. He definitely had to have her, it would be such a waste for her to go into her marriage to a brute like Gregor without ever knowing what pleasures sex could really hold. His brother would never take his time with Lydia, he would plunder her for his own pleasurable gains without ever even stopping to think about her own. And having watched her pleasuring herself he knew that she was a very passionate woman… once who needed a man to give her everything he had to offer when it came to the bedroom, if not beyond that.
She surprised him though, which was a difficult feat for someone to accomplish, when she pulled him down and kissed him. Her lips pressing against his in a gentle caress at first though there was no lack of passion between them. And then she further surprised him by slipping her strap down her shoulder, exposing her breast so that his hand could more fully tease her soft round globe. Her body pressed shamefully against his even as he began to massage her breast. He groaned against her lips, his cock growing hard in his pants and pressing against her where their bodies touched one another.
Aiden didn’t hesitate to slip his tongue into her mouth as she opened it for him, their tongues tangling with one another as if they had done this many times before together. He was getting ready to push her other strap off the other shoulder and push her dress off of her when the flash of lightning came and the crash of thunder followed right behind it. The sound made her practically jump out of her skin, not that he blamed her, but he was actually annoyed with the storm in that moment for ruining such a good opportunity. She was shying away from him now, suddenly terrified of what his brother would do to her should he find out…
He let her pull the strap back up, covering her herself from his view once more. He knew she intended to flee the room now, whatever nerves had driven her to kiss him had gone with the clap of thunder. But Aiden had no intention of letting her leave the room, not right now anyway. He wanted her, and from her response she wanted him and he wasn’t about to let her fear of his brother come between them sharing the pleasure of their bodies with one another this night.
As she turned and took a step towards the door Aiden reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her back up against his chest. His palm rested on her stomach and his free hand slid down her arm and to the hand that had been toying with her locket earlier, fingers sliding between her own. ”Don’t lie, you aren’t sorry about coming in here.” He whispered as he pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder blade.
He lifted the hand that he held and asked ”Tell me, Lydia, were you thinking about me the other day when I caught you pleasuring yourself in your bedroom?” Of course he had pretended at the time not to have seen her, but he couldn’t get the expression her face had held as she orgasmed out of his mind since then. He slid her hand down her body and had her cup her mound through her dress ”Were you thinking of me when you were touching yourself? I definitely thought of you later… that blush on your face was most beautiful.” His words were whispered into her ear and he nipped at her earlobe. As he held her against him he couldn’t help but notice how perfectly she fit against him, her frame neither too small or too big against his. Gods but did he want her, and he knew that she wanted him as well, if she would but just give into her needs instead of fearing his damned brother.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on May 21, 2016 23:52:25 GMT
”Don’t-“ Lydia protested as Aiden grabbed her, but he was too fast for her. Gods did she hate how heavenly it felt to have him hold her against his chest, his arm wrapped around her. He was making it harder for her to resist, her heart racing as his lips pressed against the back of her shoulder blade. His kiss made her tingle and her stomach fluttered. He was damn right. She didn’t regret going in there. If she hadn’t, Gregor would have caught up to her and given her the beating of a lifetime… and she never would have known what it was like to kiss someone willingly and actually feel something. She didn’t know what exactly it was that she was feeling, but it was intense and it raged through her body, hot and electric.
Against her better judgment, she was sinking into him, his body so strong and powerful against hers that it was making her melt. Her face flushed deeper than ever, however, when he mentioned her touching herself, every fiber of her being tingling as he took her hand and slid it down her body. She should have stopped him… she should have told him no. What did he have to lose in all of this? He was stronger and Lydia didn’t doubt that he could take down Gregor if it ever came down to it. She had everything to lose though. Gregor wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her if he discovered that she was no longer a virgin on their wedding night.
”You saw?” she asked him breathlessly, her free hand coming over his on her stomach as if she wanted to pull it away, but couldn’t bring herself to do so. She’d had a feeling that he might have known what she had been up to a few days prior, but she’d had no way of knowing for sure that he had seen or heard her. She was mortified by the thought that he’d witnessed her touching herself, but the moment that he used her hand to cup the intimate zone between her legs, Lydia moaned and lost all sense of propriety., biting her lip and closing her eyes.
”Gods yes,” she moaned in response to his question as he nipped her earlobe. She’d meant to tell him that they shouldn’t be doing this, but the effect he had on her was stronger than ever. His erection pressed against her back, so ready to take her and her body was ready for it. She was so soaked for him that even her inner thighs felt wet as she leaned back against his strong form. ”I always think about you when I touch myself,” she admitted breathlessly, her tone laced with evidence of her arousal. Why did she want him so badly and why the hell was she admitting this to him? She obviously wasn’t in her right mind.
Feeling her own hand against the juncture between her thighs wasn’t enough. She was craving his touch, eager to see if he lived up to her girlish fantasies. Her thoughts of Gregor and what he would do to her were quickly fading as she twisted just enough in Aiden’s arms to kiss him, reaching her hand up to the back of his head, her fingers twining with his hair.
Sliding her hand out from under his between her legs as she kissed him undeniable need, Lydia tugged the skirt of her dress upward, this time taking his hand and pressing it to the very essence of her womanhood. Her kiss became fiercer, seeking out everything that he had to give her as she finally let go of all the control she had, giving in to him and his every touch. When she broke the kiss this time, she didn’t pull away and instead looked up at him with an almost desperate and fearful look in her eyes.
”I don’t want to lose my virginity to him on my wedding night,” she admitted breathlessly, not daring to mention him by name again for fear of it sullying the mood in the room. A blush stole across her face from her admission because she was essentially giving Aiden Blackwell permission to fuck her right then and there. This wasn’t just about not wanting her first time to be with Gregor though and she felt the need, for some reason, to make sure he knew that… even if he didn’t care. She knew that was a possibility and that he was really just looking for someone to fuck. Why did that very thought hurt her though?
”I want you, Aiden,” she admitted, kissing him briefly once more as she throbbed and ached to feel him inside of her. She wasn’t thinking about the consequences anymore, she was just thinking about him and her insatiable need.
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