A Match Made in Hell

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A gasp escapes my mouth as Aiden pushes me backwards into the wall, my hands immediately slapping against the brick wall behind me.

"Look what you've done to me, Zak." He whispers in my ear, voice so quiet and raspy, it sends shivers down my spine.

"Aiden," I gasp out, surprised I can mutter anything out right now. He runs two hands down my torso from under my shirt, his cold hands making contact with my skin, which is currently burning hot.

Without saying anything, he tips his head down, looking into my eyes as he comes forward, painfully slowly.

Kiss me. I chant in my mind over and over.

I feel selfish for wanting him to kiss me, but, fuck, I needed him so badly, it was hurting me. I could faint and pass out into his arms right here; right now.

I gasp when his lips meet mine, tasting me so gently so softly so carefully.

He stops for a second, studying my face for any expression, but changes his mind and doesn't even bother, pressing his lips to mine once more.

I drank him in, making this a part of me, kissing him harder. My blood roared through my veins, I couldn't help it.

His hips thrust forward into me, the feeling of his crotch against mine making me feel drugged.

He pushes his tongue into my mouth, I allow him in immediately, not rethinking it for a single second.

He tastes me everywhere, his tongue dancing with mine at the same time. His hands are wrapped around my neck as he shoves his tongue down my throat, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He suddenly sweeps me up into his arms, making me squeal as I fall into his trap, my legs around his waist with his hands on each sides of my face.

"Aiden," I lay a hand flat on his chest, pushing him away gently when he tries to kiss me again. "Your brother will kill me if he finds out about this."

"Fuck him. I'll slice his throat into fifteen pieces before he can touch you." His voice so quiet, yet it seems so loud when he whispers it into my ear. It sends shivers down my spine.

I pull him in by his messed up tie, kissing him so hard, my lips start aching. I can't help it, I need him. I need him so badly I can't even describe it.

He suddenly pulls away, looking into my eyes for a split second. His eyes travel down to my lower-body, set on my chest for a while and down to my crotch.

He starts kissing the corner of my mouth, leaving soft and gentle kisses and pecks.

He suddenly leans down, almost too hard for him to do. He's kissing my shoulders and collarbones this time, as he slowly goes down to my stomach. He's teasing me on purpose, kissing me as gently as possible.

"How far do you want to go?" He suddenly looks up at me. And now I'm just realising, that he's on his knees. He's on his knees infront of me, his grip tight on my hips. I can feel myself drowning in his eyes, he looks so fucking cute like this.

"As far as you can." I ruffle his hair, pulling at it gently. "You've got to finish what you've started."

"I needed your consent." He presses a kiss onto a spot which I don't pay attention to, somewhere below my hipbone. "Tell me when to stop and I will, don't be shy."

I nod at him, desperate for him to touch me already.

He unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down and tossing them away without breaking eye contact with me.