2021, February 15th
(Capital City, Caspira)
AIDEN
I took my hands off of her ass again, laid them on her waist and pulled her body up against mine. I was being a good boy. Elena wasn't like the women I picked up back then. She wasn't like Sadie. A woman like Elena was classy. She deserved the royal treatment. She deserved better than The Casanova of Caspira.
I should have planned our first date better. I should have taken her to a bought out, fancy restaurant and gotten a famous chef to make her dinner or something. She took time and effort to make an impression on, to win over. Elena wasn't bloody nineteen anymore. We had outgrown places like Fortunae.
"And I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have brought you here tonight either. It was an oversight on my part. I'm sorry, El."
She cupped my neck with one hand. Her eyes fell closed and she brought my mouth down to hers.
"You knew exactly how to fuck with my head, Aiden Condron. You did it so well I didn't even know just how badly I wanted to be one of your women. I was desperate for you to touch me the way you touched them," she said, slipping her hands up my shirt, all the way up my back.
Well she was touching me, like I wanted her to, moving her body against mine. Not an inch of space between us. I no idea Elena Moore could make faces like that. The gray in her eyes was smoky passion.
It wasn't about the other women or where they were. Fortunae wasn't the problem. I was. Elena didn't want the put on Aiden anymore than I wanted the fake, nervous her last night. I watched Duke Moore try and set her up with countless men of noble birth, all perfect gentlemen. All men she shut down almost immediately. If anyone knew The Casanova of Caspira, it was her. In the end, it seemed all she wanted was me.
I spun her around and slipped a hand between her thighs, pulling her hair aside and kissing her neck.
"Are you sure about this, El?" I mumbled against her neck.
I could feel her knees buckle. Her body was overwhelmed by the way my hands grabbed at her. Was what we were doing even dancing anymore? I shouldn't be doing this to her, not on a dance floor, not in such close proximity to other people.
She turned around in my arms, shallow breaths coming in fast as she tried to scrape together the courage to raise her hooded eyes to mine.
Charged energy. Potential lingered in the air.
"I'm your woman Aiden, the one you mean to keep. The one who means to keep you. Does it look like I want you asking me shit like that?"
If she wasn't so all over me, letting her fingers pull at cloth, undo buttons, I'd swear she was mad at him. If she was angry though, she'd decided on an alternative outlet to screaming at me. It was fucking hot, being reintroduced to her foul, authoritative mouth.
"No more questions then," I said coyly.
I crushed my lips against hers, forcing her lips to part with my tongue. My hands went everywhere, groping at her ass and breasts like she wanted me to. She didn't hold back either, eagerly grabbing onto my hair and exploring my mouth with her own.
"Okay," I muttered, taken aback when I felt her hand on my crotch. "I've done a lot of scandalous shit, but this has officially gone too far for a dance floor."
She took my hands, slipped them up her dress, onto her naked ass. My mouth went dry.
"Lady Elena Moore, are you—"
"Thong," she whispered into my ear.
"Wow, that's somehow better than no underwear. Home?"
She flashed me her beautiful smile, satisfied with my reaction to her and gave me a nod.
The drive back to the castle was nothing short of dangerous. We tempted fate, stealing kisses while I tried to remember I was driving.
By the time I got her back to the castle, I was horny as fuck. Tonight was long overdue.
"Is this really the best idea?" Elena asked as we stumbled our way through the corridors of the castle to my bedroom.
"No more questions. Remember?"
I spun her around, laying kisses down her spine incessantly as my fingers pulled down the zipper of her dress. We approached the door to my bedroom. I watched as she peeled the dress off her body and let it drop to the floor. Standing in front of me, in nothing but black lingerie and a pair of black stilettos, was Elena Moore.
"My sixteen year old self's imagination has absolutely nothing on the real thing," I said, my voice dripping with admiration as I took her in.
I bit down on my fist, just savouring the moment despite the growing ache in my groin. Then I advanced on her, backing her up against my bedroom door. My hands busied themselves feeling up the body I dreamed of touching for far too long. Rushed, ravenous kisses followed as I backed us into my bedroom.
"Aid?"
Her voice hit the back of my ears and I panicked. Before I knew it, I had slammed the door closed, right in Elena's startled face.
"Hey CC," I answered, fumbling to button up as she closed in on me. "Why are you here and not at home?"
My baby sister gave me a quizzical look and a raised eyebrow.
"We heard about the whole Keira and Kate thing. John and Bart got into a pissing match with Keira about who should get Kate. They're still at it, so I decided to spend the night at the castle. Nevermind that, are you okay?" CC's concerned voice asked.
Of course she was worried. Her brother was held at gun point by an assassin.