{Chapter: 99 - Natasha's Wild Night}
Letting the corner of his lips lift up into a smirk, his eyes raked over the exposed skin in front of Aiden as he admired his Nat, his pupils darkening in desire as his devoured the sight of her enticing skin, begging for his teasing touch as she patiently waited for he to do something, anything to her at this point with hunger in her eyes.
In awe of her beauty, Aiden continued to make her wait and let his gaze drift from the soft skin of her thighs, amused at how she pressed them together to help the incessant throb between them, to her abdomen to admire and appreciate the faint visible show of abs before moving higher to her EE-perky breasts, her pink nipple standing from lust clouding his mind at the way her chest rose and fell in anticipation.
Her teeth bit down on her lower lip to control herself, to help her focus on anything other than the lack of his touch, the lack of warmth his hands provided as they would caress and worship her body, her senses heightened as she continued to wait for him.
Her body buzzed with excitement, the dull pain and pleasure at her chest when he pinched her nipples mixing perfectly inside her, the sensation going straight to her core, arousal pooling desperately between her thighs as she let out a shaky breath, a soft chuckle from he catching her attention.
Natasha's head snapped over to where his hands were, her lips parting, deciding on whether to say anything or not as she was torturously made to yearn for his intoxicating touch, the pleas forming on her tongue immediately stopping and being replaced by a gasp at feeling the pad of his finger brushing her skin tantalisingly.
Teasingly, he delicately ran his finger from her hip bone up her body, dragging his nail across her twitching muscles, watching in amusement as her hopeless form endured his tormenting touch, the wetness pooling between her thighs signalling her impatience.
As he dragged her lacy red underwear down her thighs, her pupils widened. Aiden could see that she was dripping and the sight of her slick folds and porcelain-stained thighs caused the rope in her stomach to tighten into a knot.
Observing every little reaction she offered him, Aiden drank up the sight of her back arching off the soft mattress to chase his touch, the feeling of he finally touching her seeming to satisfy a small craving within her, the warmth spreading through her body making her crave more, she needed more. She needed him.
"Aiden," she sighed out in a wanton tone when she felt his fingers gently wrap around the her chest, the redhead holding her breath momentarily as she waited to see what he would do, the lust and desire consuming her taking her to the brink of insanity as he toyed around with her body even longer.
"You're driving me mad," she manages out, the way her accent seductively laces her words sending a shiver down his spine, a small groan escaping from him at how she tries to move her arms to reach out for him but is restrained by his weight above her.
Moving his body so his lips ghosted her ear, he let his fingers gently tug on the chain, the clamps pulling on her nipples in an intoxicating manner, pain and pleasure sparking through her and causing a soft moan to spill from her lips, his lips pressing a small kiss to her cheek.
"We all go a little mad sometimes," Aiden husk out at the shell of her ear, biting down gently on her earlobe, smirking at the way she lets out a small breathless laugh at the way he quote the classical horror film he watched earlier, part of he sure she would be rolling her eyes right now if it wasn't for the blindfold.
"Aiden," she warns in a whisper, his lips silencing her as he tauntingly pecks her lips, encouraging her to tilt her head up in search of more, his fingers tugging on the nipples once more to have her moaning into the next brief kiss.
She quickly reaches up and pulls his face down to hers. Closing her eyes she kisses him on the lips, pressing her body against him. The body language of heng love.
Aiden locking lips with Natasha Romanov, The Black Widow, a master spy and deadly assassin who he expected to taste of blood and death and gun powder and instead she's soft and warm and tastes of bubble-gum. It feels strangely natural to put his hands on her hips, to pull her to him as they kiss.
"If you think this is madness love, you're in for a surprise tonight," Aiden murmur against her lips, claiming them more passionately this time, moaning into it himself at the sheer amount of hunger and desperation that consumed he both, his other hand moving to brace himself above her body, planning on how to drive her mad with his touch, how he wanted her to engrave the feeling of his tantalising lips, teasing fingers and torturous tongue in her mind for weeks.
As soon as his their tongues touched, it was like her muscle memory and body took over, suppressing all logical thoughts. She grabbed the back of Aiden's neck and pulled him closer, slamming their lips together.
He forgot about the game and his confidence, and Aiden held her face so he could kiss her more harshly. They were swallowing each other's moans, the months of tension and pent-up emotions spilling like blood from a wound.
His lips separated for only half a second at a time so he could take a breath and change the angle. Her back fell against the sheets as his legs loosened, Aiden's kisses growing more desperate. His tongue dove into Natasha's mouth and he almost let her win against him until he noticed the intensity of her moans and the movement of your hips. Aiden had been so lost in kissing her he hadn't realised that he was grinding against her subtly — just enough to worsen her hard-on. He ripped his lips away from hers when he felt her fingers on the buttons of his trousers.
"Please," she begs and he only chuckles slowly in response, his hot breath tickling her jaw as he places open-mouthed kisses along her searing skin, occasionally letting his teeth scrape against her sensitive skin.
She pressed into him more urgently, her breasts touching, his foreheads only inches apart. Her hands were on his hips, her nails digging into the material of his ass.
He inhaled sharply when he felt her against her lower stomach. Aiden heard the difference in her breath and he started to move his hands, massaging her sides in slow circles. He wanted to see how long it would take for her to give in; Aiden wanted to know what Natasha's weak points were.
"You're going to have to beg better than that love if you want me to even touch you where you need it," His voice is low as he gently mark her skin, knowing now she belongs to him, how she will loved to look in the mirror the next morning and admire every purple bruise of his love.
Aiden fingers pulled the chain harder, a loud, sudden moan being torn out of her as her back arches, her breathing becoming ragged as she indulges in his addictive lips at her throat, her body desperate to let her fingers thread through his locks and keep he close to her, his free hand moving to caress her hips, sending filth filtering through her mind.
Instead, her hands grip the headboard, restrained by him, as she feels his wet mouth descend to her chest, tongue licking around her nipple to torment her and have her groaning in frustration, his teeth pulling on her nipples, holding it taut momentarily as more waves of pain and pleasure flood through her, earning sinful noise after sinful noise.
"Aiden please," she sighs out, a little more urgency in her tone as she feels him kissing the sensitive skin around her chest, his dominant hand travelling further down her body, slowly making its way to her dripping core.
"I, fuck, I need he, please, please," she whines as he pull on his touch longer, her head lolling back at the pleasurable sensation sparking through her repeatedly, her hips bucking up when his hand splays across her pelvis, encouraging he to move it just that little bit lower.
"Hmm what do he need, love?" He hum out against her chest, his teeth softly biting down on her breast, tainting the canvas of her body with his passionate marks, his tongue soothing over the dull pain as she whimpers as the way his fingers slide around her thigh, teasing the skin of her inner thighs as he press his fingers into her, desire and want fogging her mind.
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