Raeve wrapped her arms around his neck, blissfully sated and loving every second of it.
Relishing the weight of his body covering hers, Raeve wrapped her arms around him tightly, laughing to herself at the idea that this man, her sweet warrior, could be reduced to a sated languid man from her touch. To the outside world he was just that. A soldier, a true warrior for what he believed in, and yet in moments when they were locked together, entranced by the rhythms of their hearts beating in time, she couldn't imagine anything being further from the truth.
“So, what do you feel like doing, sweetheart?” his warm breath swept across her face, as she cocked a thin dark brow at him.
“Um, sleep and then a shower would be a good start.” Pecking trail of kisses from her chin to the moist wet spot between her thighs and back up to her supple breasts, Aidan devoured every inch of her sweet flesh with a gluttonous appetite.
“Tired are you?” He cocked his brow. “Well then I suppose I'll let you get back to sleep.”
Her wistful smile, as she wrapped her arm around him, refused to let him leave. “Well I did just fuck the holy hell out of you,” she countered.
Smirking back at her, Aidan chuffed out another laugh. “I thought it was I who just fucked you, sweetheart? Or was that just my imagination?” Wrapping his arm around her slender waist, he pulled her body into his, curling her tiny body into his protective hold.
“Yeah, uh-huh…sure, babe. Now sleepys please,” she shot back. Aidan's warmth swaddled her without the blankets as she sank deeper into the dark abyss of her unconsciousness.
When she finally woke, the stinging glare of sunlight that intruded around the edges of the curtains momentarily burned her weary eyes. Her body felt the cold emptiness of a missing bedmate. Sniffing the air, the scent of eggs and biscuits cooking wafted down the hall, attacked her senses, making her hunger grow with voracious need. Her stomach begged with a rumble as she crawled off the bed, searching for her nighty. A glance over the edge of the bed, and the sudden realization she’d have to bust out her sewing kit to repair the damage she caused from ripping it off, sent a burst of laughter to break free. Shaking free her long tangles of messy bed-head, she decided it was probably better to just toss out what was left of her favorite satin lingerie.
“Shit, I need a shower,” she murmured, relishing the feel of the ache between her thighs.
“Sweetheart are you awake?” His voice trailed down the long hallway.
She cocked a brow, still amazed after all this time that he knew her so well. “Yeah, babe. Gonna take a shower. Be out in a few.”
“Hurry up. Breakfast is ready, unless you need a second pair of hands to help you?”
Steadying herself against the wall, Raeve smirked at his lovely suggestion. “Sure babe, could always use your hands. I'll be the one all wet and soapy under the hot spray,” she taunted.
A nice, hot shower was just what she needed to relieve the tiredness that perpetually plagued her. As the water sluiced down the curves of her body, more bristle burns and nip marks appeared as red blotches. Laughing to herself, Raeve dwelled on the feelings he ignited in her; the love that consumed her, when he was home, in her arms. Her touch couldn't mimic the way his felt against her skin, the way he seared her from the inside out with the slightest brush of his hands on hers. The way Aidan caressed the swells of her breasts and strummed the smoldering core of her body always left her wanting for more.
It wasn't enough to have him with her for just a few, mere days. No, she needed a lifetime of him, filling her up in every way possible, until exhaustion set in and she fell into a sex induced coma. He was the wine she longed for, like a delectable addiction she needed to drink just to live. Her tongue thirsted for him, craving him with every cell in her body. He wasn't just some sick addiction; she
Relishing the weight of his body covering hers, Raeve wrapped her arms around him tightly, laughing to herself at the idea that this man, her sweet warrior, could be reduced to a sated languid man from her touch. To the outside world he was just that. A soldier, a true warrior for what he believed in, and yet in moments when they were locked together, entranced by the rhythms of their hearts beating in time, she couldn't imagine anything being further from the truth.
“So, what do you feel like doing, sweetheart?” his warm breath swept across her face, as she cocked a thin dark brow at him.
“Um, sleep and then a shower would be a good start.” Pecking trail of kisses from her chin to the moist wet spot between her thighs and back up to her supple breasts, Aidan devoured every inch of her sweet flesh with a gluttonous appetite.
“Tired are you?” He cocked his brow. “Well then I suppose I'll let you get back to sleep.”
Her wistful smile, as she wrapped her arm around him, refused to let him leave. “Well I did just fuck the holy hell out of you,” she countered.
Smirking back at her, Aidan chuffed out another laugh. “I thought it was I who just fucked you, sweetheart? Or was that just my imagination?” Wrapping his arm around her slender waist, he pulled her body into his, curling her tiny body into his protective hold.
“Yeah, uh-huh…sure, babe. Now sleepys please,” she shot back. Aidan's warmth swaddled her without the blankets as she sank deeper into the dark abyss of her unconsciousness.
When she finally woke, the stinging glare of sunlight that intruded around the edges of the curtains momentarily burned her weary eyes. Her body felt the cold emptiness of a missing bedmate. Sniffing the air, the scent of eggs and biscuits cooking wafted down the hall, attacked her senses, making her hunger grow with voracious need. Her stomach begged with a rumble as she crawled off the bed, searching for her nighty. A glance over the edge of the bed, and the sudden realization she’d have to bust out her sewing kit to repair the damage she caused from ripping it off, sent a burst of laughter to break free. Shaking free her long tangles of messy bed-head, she decided it was probably better to just toss out what was left of her favorite satin lingerie.
“Shit, I need a shower,” she murmured, relishing the feel of the ache between her thighs.
“Sweetheart are you awake?” His voice trailed down the long hallway.
She cocked a brow, still amazed after all this time that he knew her so well. “Yeah, babe. Gonna take a shower. Be out in a few.”
“Hurry up. Breakfast is ready, unless you need a second pair of hands to help you?”
Steadying herself against the wall, Raeve smirked at his lovely suggestion. “Sure babe, could always use your hands. I'll be the one all wet and soapy under the hot spray,” she taunted.
A nice, hot shower was just what she needed to relieve the tiredness that perpetually plagued her. As the water sluiced down the curves of her body, more bristle burns and nip marks appeared as red blotches. Laughing to herself, Raeve dwelled on the feelings he ignited in her; the love that consumed her, when he was home, in her arms. Her touch couldn't mimic the way his felt against her skin, the way he seared her from the inside out with the slightest brush of his hands on hers. The way Aidan caressed the swells of her breasts and strummed the smoldering core of her body always left her wanting for more.
It wasn't enough to have him with her for just a few, mere days. No, she needed a lifetime of him, filling her up in every way possible, until exhaustion set in and she fell into a sex induced coma. He was the wine she longed for, like a delectable addiction she needed to drink just to live. Her tongue thirsted for him, craving him with every cell in her body. He wasn't just some sick addiction; she
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