Page 148 of His Fated Luna

Rose’s eyes flew open in astonishment.

“I think I’m done—” she started to say.

“Come on, Princess. I need to see you cum one more time.”

I shot her a roguish grin.

“I’ve waited too long to stop after one time,” I added before leaning down and kissing her again as my fingers played her like a violin.

Rose gasped into my mouth when I pulled my softening manhood out of her only to insert a finger into her opening while my thumb continued to circle her clit. Then she was raking her nails down my chest, panting against me as I breathed her moans in, my finger curling upwards inside of her to find and successively hit the right spot.

“Fuck,” I breathed as I watched Rose’s face break on a keen.

This was definitely better than any of my wet dreams about her. She was moving her hips against my right hand as I lay on my left side. My left hand intertwined with her right. Shit, I was becoming hard just looking at her writhe next to me, breasts jiggling with every shake of her hips as she let my hand fuck her.

My eyes feasted on her body and in one swift movement, I was over her, pounding into her, making her squeal in time with my thrusts as she moved against me.

“I need...” Rose trembled, the gyrating of her hips increasing before suddenly stilling as she let out another wail of pleasure and then she spasmed fiercely.

I held her through it, peppering her face with kisses, moving against her and enjoying her walls clench around me. Then I came inside of her, a guttural groan torn from my lips as I gripped her in my arms, wanting to hold her against me forever.

Completely spent, I fell back in the bed, hauling Rose into my chest. She allowed herself to fit against my side, her head coming to rest on my chest. My hand idly buried itself in her curls.

Rose’s POV

It wasn’t until much later that I tilted my head to look up at Aiden. He placed a gentle kiss on my nose.

“I don’t think I could have done this if we weren’t together,” I admitted gravely.

Aiden looked at Rose familiarly. “I know.”

“What would you have done?” I queried. “If we…weren’t together?”

“I would have kept using my hand,” he quipped, closing his eyes and reclining his head on the pillow under him.

I smacked his chest lightly. “I mean about the ceremony…about Dylan…”

Aiden shrugged, eyes still closed. “I wouldn’t have forced you to sleep with me, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

“But you wouldn’t have asked me to…do this.” I pushed.

Aiden finally opened his eyes to peer at me. “Not unless it was something you wanted because you cared for me and wanted me.”

I let that information sink in. He would have risked his brother’s well-being. The thought didn’t sit right with me but I didn’t push the matter.

“Is it always like this?” I finally asked.

“I hope so.”

I was silent for a moment, pondering over that cryptic remark. And then something started to niggle at the back of my mind. Something I just had to ask him because if I thought back to the entire experience, it seemed like he’d been the one pleasuring me the whole time. I’d barely moved, so caught up in the new sensations. With a sinking feeling, I couldn’t help but think back to some of his old comments about how I didn’t know anything when it came to men’s desires.

“You don’t regret it do you?”

Aiden looked at me closely. And then I felt him trying to feel my emotions out. But my walls were back up. I wouldn’t let him inside my mind again. Not yet anyway. Not until I trustedhim to not dig around where he didn’t belong. Aiden sighed in realization.

“Never.” He said the one word so fiercely that I gave a small start. His hand came up to intertwine with my hand on his chest. “This is where I’m meant to be,” he said the words into my ear, placing a kiss against my cheek.

“I just wish we’d realized everything sooner,” he admitted, his hand now going to smooth away the hair on my temple tenderly. “If there’s anything I regret, it’s that I wasn’t with you sooner. We would have been doing this long before now. We would have been together sooner.” He brought his hand up to lightly trail down my side before coming back to comb through my hair. He said the words honestly and sincerely, without the slightest bit of fear.