Possessive Kiss

Chapter Forty Three
Anastasia’s POV


We went back home , stressed and tired . Set for the bed immediately.

I idn’t know what had woken me in the middle of the night. The room was pitch-black so
it wasn’t yet morning and then she heard it again. A low, deep moaning sound.

‘Ava?’

I stumbled out of bed and down the hall into her room, only to pull up short when she found him sound asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Wondering if she had been so on edge with the whole ‘sleeping at a billionaire’s apartment thin a after introducing himself as my husband to my parents, I was about to go back to bed when I heard it again.

‘Aaron.’ She exhaled the word into the still night.
It was Aaron, not Ava.


Aaron Blacks is momentarily paralysed in the middle of the darkened hallway, her heart thumping in her chest, indecision turning me. into a statue. Then she heard him moan something that sounded like


‘No, no no!” and her legs carried her forward. She had always been a sucker for anyone in need. Stopping by roadsides to tend to hurt animals, collecting birds and trying to nurse them back to health. Once J had even demanded my mother stop the car and had rescued a lamb from a tangle of barbed wire. That lamb had been the love of my eight-year-old life, following me around in the garden every day as if it had imprinted on me.


I forgot all about the lamb as she cautiously pushed open the door to Aaron’s room and peered into the gloom. As her my eyes adjusted, I could make out the richly furnished room, the curtains slightly parted, letting in a nger of light that fell across the end of an enormous bed.


The man in it moved restlessly and my eyes were drawn to the dark sheet that was tangled around his lower body. He lay on his back, one arm ung over his head, the other outstretched as if he was reaching for something. His chest was bare and utterly magnicent. Broad and lean with densely packed muscles beneath a light covering of chest hair that arrowed all the way down over his shadowed abdomen and beyond. And yes, it looked like he had a six-pack, she thought resentfully.


I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his as he shifted restlessly and remembered his question about whether I wanted to know what he slept in, hoping it was more than it looked like right now. He moaned again and rolled onto his side, ngers exing and such a look of anguished despair on his face that My heart leapt and she automatically went to him.


Whatever he was dreaming about, she felt sure he’d be better o awake than asleep.Without even thinking, I reached down and placed her hand gently against the rounded ball of his shoulder.


My reaction was instantaneous and, before she could draw breath, I felt all the air whoosh out of her lungs as she found herself at on my back beneath him. The expression on his face was so intense real fear rippled through my body.

‘President Blacks ...Aaron !’ I raised my hands to his naked chest and shoved against solid muscle that didn’t give an inch. Heat spiked through hem as my ngers slipped to the rm muscles of his shoulders, my lower body instantly clenching in reaction to the pressure of his hard, hair-roughened thighs pressed so intimately against her own.


I tried to shift against him but I was literally pinned down and then she gasped, going stock-still as I felt the hardness of his erection pressed intimately between my thighs.
Oh, boy! Sensation the like she had never experienced arced through her body, turning it liquid, and she found herself involuntarily arching into him to assuage the ache that had sprung up deep in her pelvis.


I knew he felt my undeniably sexual response because the hand that gripped her arm moved to the nape of her neck and then sted in my hair as he tilted my face up towards his.

I wanted to tell him he was dreaming, but I. lost all sense of reason as their eyes met in the dimly lit room and everything else faded. A breath shuddered through me and as his masculine scent acted like a drug on my senses as I raised my face to receive the hard promise of his beautiful mouth.

It was as if all the tension of worrying about Ava , the contract and Avahimself, coalesced into this moment and I gave myslef over to the feel of him, moaning in pleasure as his lips crushed mine in a hard, possessive kiss.


Excitement barrelled through me and my hands slid up the smooth skin of my back, kneading and testing the muscles as I went. His skilful tongue demanded entrance to my mouth and when I gave it their muted groans mingled hotly in the otherwise silent room.

I felt as if she were on re and when his hands started roaming over my body, learning my shape, it was all I could do not to tell him to hurry up as my hands moved closer and closer to my aching breasts. I shifted again, trying to make it easier for him, and then cried out as he sensed what I needed and shoved his hand up under my T-shirt and palmed her naked breast, the rough pad of his thumb drawing an animalistic sound from her throat as it swept across my painfully sensitive nipple.


‘Oh!’My. legs scissored helplessly as I tried to lift my hips under the heavy weight of his, energy building inside of me and driving home towards a nirvana I had never felt in a man’s arms before.


‘Easy,’ his rough, sleep-laden voice whispered against her ear at the same time as one of his hands slid to my hips to keep me restless squirming.

But it was as if that one word had intruded on a magical, secret world and shattered it, reality returning with a sickening thud as I recalled where I am and who I am with.