Page 129 of Remnants
Turning to Aiden, my nerves suddenly titter in my chest. I’ve never had anyone give me something so…grandas that. He could have thrown a bed in there and been done with it, and I would have been happy. But thedetail, thebeautyof it…
“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice choking in my throat. “I…I don’t even know what to say. It’s amazing. More than perfect.”
He smirks, crooking his finger beneath my chin. “Don’t go painting me as some nice guy in your head. It’s a bribe to convince you to stay with us. I’ll give you whatever you want, whatever you need, if it means you’ll stay.”
“I’m not staying for the stuff.”
“Then consider it a bonus.”
A soft moan coaxes me from sleep. Dane’s breath is hot on my ear, his arm a heavy weight over me. He grinds his hard dick against my ass, then tucks my body tighter against him, as if there might be any room to spare with how he’s already curled around me like a second skin.
I’m expecting his hands to rove or him to say something, but he stills after that, his breathing deep and even.
A slow smile curves my lips.
He’s sleep-humping me.
Another noise escapes his throat. His arms squeeze around me, and he rubs his cock into me again, moaning in my ear.
Fuck.
That sound is my undoing.
It sends a wildfire of heat through me, burning away any fragments of sleep. I don’t need to touch my needy cunt to know it’s already wet. Already throbbing with an ache to be filled. I return the favor, rolling my hips to brush against him when he’s stopped.
I want to remove my stupid underwear. I want to reach behind me and free his cock from his briefs so I can feel its heat pressing against me. I want to rub my pussy all over his dick until I can’t take it anymore.
But I can’t.
Biting my lip, I withhold the tiny scream of frustration. I’mtrapped. What was once enough to turn me on is now what’s holding me back from any sort of relief.
This time, when he grinds against me, I meet him with greater desperation, shifting my hips and ass as much as I’m able to. That wicked, drawn-out groan pours through his lips again, driving me mad.
“Dane…Dane…”
His breathing pauses, then rushes out at once on a low chuckle. “You humping me in my sleep, babe?”
I don’t stop moving against him, waiting for the moment he gives me room to shift. “You started it,” I pant, growing impatient. When he doesn’timmediatelytake his dick out, I groan. “Touch me already, dammit! Give me something.”
Dane laughs again, his lips brushing the crook of my neck. Pleasure scatters over my skin like goosebumps. “Something? I can give you something.”
Fuck, this isn’t fair. He started it, and I’m the one begging now.
I strain against his arms, fighting for wiggle room. He moves behind me, and I freeze when I realize he’s removing his underwear.
Yes!
He strips mine next, then tests two fingers at my core. “Fuck, you’re so wet. What do you need, babe? My mouth? My fingers? My dick?”
All of it.
Everything.
I push on his fingers, on the closest thing to giving me relief. “Any of those. Just…” His dick glides between my folds, collecting my arousal as I hold my breath and grind against him. He doesn’t need more than a few strokes before he’s covered.
Dane hikes my leg further over his, positioning his tip at my entrance, and then pushes inside.
All the air releases from my lungs.
