Steel Princess (Royal Elite #2) by Rina Kent

I can’t sleep anymore without smelling him on the bed and amongst my sheets.

“You want me to make you come, sweetheart?” he speaks against my clit.

I nod, arching my back.

“With my tongue or with my cock?”

Can’t I have both?

When I say nothing, I can feel his smirk against me. “You want me to take that decision, sweetheart?”

I answer with a moan when he slowly works his finger inside me.

“You don’t want to let me have the decision because I’m tempted to give you neither.”

Wait. What?

“B-but why?” My voice is so breathy I can barely recognise it.

“I’m still pissed off about yesterday.”

“Aiden! Didn’t you take it out on my body all night long?”

“Not enough.”

He pounds his finger into me and hits that spot. Stars form behind my eyelids as they flutter closed.

I scream and muffle the sound into the pillow.

My entire body shivers with overwhelming bolts of pleasure.

And I know, I just know that it’s not a matter of physical connection anymore.

I wish it was.

I wish he was only owning my body.

When I orgasm, my entire being is tuned to him.

Every fibre of my body and soul are drawn to him in ways I can’t stop even if I wanted to.

It’s scary as hell.

It’s dangerous as hell.

But it’s impossible to end.

When I come down from my orgasm halo, Aiden is already wrapping his arms around me.

It doesn’t help that he’s hugging me a lot lately.

Like he needs me close, and not only for sex.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he rasps in that sexy as hell tone.

“Morning.” I bite my lower lip before I tell him to wake me up this way every day.

Best wake up call ever.

He stands up and carries me to the bathroom and runs the bath for me.

“Why do you always run me baths?” I ask as he sits me inside the bathtub and pours in my coconut bath bubble. He smells like it sometimes from the number of times he sits with me.

“I told you. Warm baths help when you’re sore.”

I raise an eyebrow. “How do you know I’m sore?”

He stops to stare down at me. There’s that strange gleam in his eyes again. I would call it care if I didn’t know that Aiden doesn’t do that.

“I know I don’t take it easy on you. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I can’t control myself with you, Elsa. I tried and it’s impossible.” He grins. “I can, however, run you baths and give you massages.”

“That’s so fucked up.”

“I was always the fucked up type, but you already know that.”

Yeah, I do.

I guess I’m fucked up, too, if I can’t escape his orbit.

Souls are attracted to each other.

Kim’s words hit me like an arrow to the chest.

Aiden steps behind me and wraps his legs around me so I’m nuzzled against his semi-hard cock. I swear the thing is never soft.

At least not around me.

The scent of coconut lingers in the air as Aiden lathers my skin. He draws those usual circles on my back.

It’s like he’s scribbling something.

Warm water and his soothing touch cover me in a halo. I let my head drop back against his chest.

His fingers stroke my hair, then the pulse point in my throat, then my scar.

The three parts he’s so obsessed with.

Then he goes back to holding me against him.

I close my eyes wanting to continue sleeping. Can we skip school today?

We have about an hour before we need to go, but I’m too comfortable to move.

“Did you sleep last night?” I ask, still closing my eyes.

“No.”

“What did you do all night long?”

“Watched you, sweetheart.”

I bite on my inner cheek. I’ll never get used to that no matter how many times he says it.

“That’s stalkerish, you know.”

He says nothing, and I can almost imagine him shrugging his shoulders. Aiden would never be apologetic about this part of him.

“So I know you like chess, football, swimming and working out,” I say. “Is there anything else you like doing?”

“Fucking you, sweetheart.”

My eyes fly open as my cheeks heat. I elbow him without looking back. “Something else.”

“Sucking on your little pussy. Fingering you to orgasm. Teasing your tits. Take your pick.”

“Aiden!”

“What? You asked what I like doing. You’re my favourite thing to do.”

You’re my favourite thing to do, too.

I pause at my sudden thought. I didn’t mean that.

I can’t mean that. Aiden isn’t my favourite thing to do. That’d mean he’s my favourite person and that’s not true.

...right?

“Something that doesn’t involve me,” I nudge.

“Hmm. There aren’t many of those.”

“How about your hobbies? Your favourite music? Your favourite film? Your favourite book?”

“You know about chess, football, and swimming. Those are hobbies, I guess.” He pauses. “I don’t listen to music. As for films, it’s probably Twelve Angry Men. It was the last film I watched with Alicia and Jonathan. Books. Hmm. I have no favourites, but the ones I remember the most were written by the renaissance era’s French philosophers.”