Page 159 of His Fated Luna

If you’d open the mind-link from the mark, you’d understand better.

I stepped back, with a serious face.

“You’re still afraid, aren’t you?” he asked, gulping audibly. “Rose, I won’t do anything like that again. It was a mistake. A huge mistake…a colossal mistake. I was being stupid. The bond that develops from the marking is special and I want to experience it with you, but we can’t do that unless you allow it to happen.”

“What happens when I open the link?” I asked fearfully, placing my hand over my chest, palm flat over my heart. Almost as if I could physically protect it from the emotional pain of betrayal from Aiden’s mind probe.

“You’ll be able to feel what I feel,” he said, taking a step forward into my personal space. “We begin to bleed into each other. Understand each other.” He emphasized the word “understand”, reaching to grab my hand placed over my heart. His thumb ran lazy circles across my palm. “I’d be able to feel if you like this…” Heleaned forward and bit my ear playfully. “Or this…” Hesucked on my earlobe. “This?” He asked gruffly, mouth moving over my mark to the skin there. I gasped out of pleasure, molding myself against him, and grabbed the back ofhis head to keep him in place, lips on placed over my marking spot.

It didn’t take us long to make it to the bed which had been decorated with rose petals strewn across the sheets.

Aiden’s POV

Rose reached out to unbuckle my belt, palming my erection in her hand. I hissed in pleasure.

“Would I be able to feel what you feel when I do this?” Rose queried mischievously, tightening her hand over my length.

I nodded tightly, eyes closed as I enjoyed the feel of her. Rose hesitated a beat.

“Teach me,” she finally whispered.

My eyes opened to look down at her laying under me, swollen lips and the bite on her neck still a little raw. Her eyes dilated with lust asI moved my hand to hike up her dress to impale myself inside her. She slapped my hand away with her free hand. I growled in protest.

“I want to learn how to give a hand job,” Rose stated, looking me in the eye, cheeks reddening with embarrassment. “I….I’m sorry I don’t know how. I—”

I let out a low guttural groan, forehead coming down to touch hers.

“Rose, don’t ever be sorry about that.” My eyes bore into hers as my hand went over hers, showing her the proper way to twist her wrist.

“Like this?” Rose asked, imitating my movements.

I nodded, closing my eyes, our foreheads still touching.

“Faster,” I grunted against her, snapping my hips forward a little.

“Will it…make you come?” she asked, her voice breathy.

“It might,” I said through gritted teeth. It was a bald lie. I was about to come if she kept at it.

“I want you to come inside me,” Rose replied, I felt her shifting under me to open her legs wider.

In an instant, I was lifting up her legs to hang over my shoulders, ripping her underwear and entering her.

I faintly realized that, for some reason, a lot of Rose’s underwear’s ended up ripped by me.

It was a while later, as we lay completely sated, that Rose finally resumed our previous conversation.

“I need time,” Rose said decidedly as we lay naked together in the huge bed of the presidential suite. I had been trailing my fingers over her luna mark on her bare upper arm. My fingers stilled.

“Time?” I asked, wondering what she was talking about.

“Time to…open the mind-link.” Rose had a tinge of trepidation in her voice. “It’s a huge invasion of privacy.”

I sighed heavily, my lips kissing the place my fingers had just been.

“Babe, it’s not….that’s not how it is. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I should’ve asked you to show me or waited until you were comfortable enough to show me those memories. What I did was a serious breach of trust, and you know I’m going to spend my entire life making up for it.” My cheek now rested against her arm, one big hand sliding over her bare stomach.

I loved her stomach; it wasn’t flat or toned. There was something to grab and palm in my hand which eventually gave way to generous hips and an amazing butt. Rose might be insecure about her curves, but I loved them.