Charismatic and sexy Ayden Stone is a multi-talented media mogul by day and playboy by night, seducing and discarding women, seeking only sexual pleasure until Fate intervenes and he meets Elizabeth Parker.
Shy school teacher Elizabeth Parker isn’t his usual type, but he knows they belong together, and will move heaven and earth to make it happen.
When two worlds collide … there will be sparks, but with great passion comes heartbreak, threatening their relationship and testing its limits. Dangerous figures from their past return, and will stop at nothing to take back what ‘belongs’ to them.
Ayden Stone and Elizabeth Parker are soul mates. They look to the future and forever, bearing the scars of battles they have fought and won, together. To keep a promise, one of these fateful lovers must make an agonising choice and dedicate themselves to an impossible task—to embark upon a death defying adventure.
The Story of Us Trilogy is an epic tale of love, loss and redemption. It’s a modern day fairy-tale full of passion, unspeakable secrets and suspense; an extraordinary love story filled with magical moments and unimaginable acts of personal sacrifice.
My mouth falls open and I reach for him. I want to feel his wet tongue, to conceal myself in the shadow beneath his chin, but there’s nowhere to hide. I’m exposed in the most intimate of ways. We find each other with our eyes and augment our connection. I place my hands on his arms and feel the hardness of his biceps; inhale his virile scent and watch him work up a sweat. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop him now.
But why would I want to?
He is lunging into me, but still holding back. “You feel so tight, Beth.”
The fact he uses my real name ignites something deep inside me—he’s not simply following an instruction, this is free-will fucking, and yet he’s treating me like I have fragile stamped across my forehead.
“Stop holding back, Ayden. I said fuck me!”
He has my permission to let go, and let go he does. I feel him dipping his hips to find more length; his penetration is starting to feel primitive and savage.
I’m desperate to come. “Please, Ayden…” I grab his hips and pull him into me, my nails digging into the fleshy part of his buttocks. He winces and throws back his head in wild abandon. Until now I have not known what it is to ache for someone. To have this flawless man inside me is more than I could dare to wish for—to have him here, filling an emptiness inside me, chasing away the loneliness.
I would give him anything.
I’m arching my back and breathing in the pheromone filled air between us, taking all of him. Every inch of my body is tingling and boiling. This is what Ayden meant when he talked about being possessed and taking possession. He’s locked deep inside my body—I am his, and he is mine.
“Fuck, Beth, you’re crushing me.”
I prolong his wondrous agony and pull in my internal muscles tight.
“No!” He feels my every movement. “Stop, it’s too much!”
I release him and allow him to push me further to the throbbing rhythm of J Lo’s, ‘On the Floor’ playing in the kitchen. This isn’t love making, it’s something else, much more lustful and primal. I had asked for this, dear God I had insisted on it. Whatever it is, I know I’ll want it over and over again.
“Come now, Ayden. Come now!”
“No.”
“Come…”
“No. I’ll come when I’m fucking ready,” he snarls. With that he lifts my left leg and pushes into me so deeply, I can feel his steaming body against my straining folds.
“Ayden!” I call out, allowing his passion and my panic to race on to fever pitch. There is some discomfort but it’s surpassed by my need to orgasm with him still inside me.
In a contorted voice he hisses, “Come on, Beth, let’s hear it…”
His words do something to me. I’m starting to tremble, my breathing is frantic and I feel the heat of his flesh radiating over me—I’m at my limit, about to explode.
With grinding passion, he calls out. “You’re burning up inside … give it up for me.”
And I do. I jerk upwards and come so hard I crush him with my ecstatic clinching. He watches me with a seething stare and, with a final thrust that fills every centimetre, I watch him lose all self-control—lose himself in me. He orgasms with a roaring release that shocks me. It rips him apart and every pulsing thrust presses against me like a heartbeat. Instinctively, I pull him to me, calming him with soft words.
When he raises himself, he’s drenched in sweat and his body glistens with a moist second skin. Still breathless, he tries to speak. “I’m … I’m going to think very carefully about the way I phrase this but … you’re one hell of a fuck, Beth.”
“And that’s you saying it nicely?” I grin with mock indignation.
“It’s the best I can do.” Once he settles, he turns to face me with a captivating stare. “That was our first time.”
As if I didn’t know.
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