Chapter 95 BUT DARKNESS

Chapter 95 BUT DARKNESS
Aiden

I cleared my throat, willing my body to cooperate. After a few deep breaths that did absolutely nothing, I pulled out a stool and sat across from them.

"How was your night? I asked.

He ignored me, turning his head away.

Leah gave him a look. "It's rude not to answer when asked a question."

"It was fine," he grumbled, stabbing his food.

Leah ruffled his hair as a reward, and he smiled up at her.

Then she turned to me and mouthed, "Later."

My entire body straightened immediately at that single word.

Unfortunately for me, Roman did not sleep after breakfast, neither did he in the afternoon nor show any sign of fatigue after dinner.

I sat on the couch, legs bouncing impatiently as I watched him lie comfortably with his head on Leah's lap, her fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair while he watched something on her phone.

"Aren't you going to bed, Roman?" I asked, trying my best to hide my annoyance.

"Nope," he replied without taking his eyes off the phone, his legs now kicking in the air.

Leah glanced at me and chuckled.

Was I the only one looking forward to him sleeping?

Hours passed, still no yawning. My nails dug into my thighs.

Please, just sleep already.

Finally, Leah looked down at him. "Baby, are you feeling sleepy?

He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and nodded.

I sat up immediately, energy restored.

She took his hand and walked him to his room

As she passed me, she mouthed, "I'll be back."

I nodded like a well-behaved child and waited. Five minutes. Thirty. An hour. No sign of her.

"Don't tell me..." 

I stood and walked to the bedroom door. When I opened it slightly and peered inside, I found Leah curled on the bed fast asleep with Roman sprawled beside her.

I pressed my forehead against the door.

"You traitor. How can you do this to me?"

Feeling betrayed and abandoned, I dragged myself to the bathroom to deal with my growing bulge.

I stepped under the spray, cold water running down my back. I braced one hand against the wall, jaw locked and fisted my cock with the other stroking hard, trying to fuck the memory of that yellow sundress out of my head.

Obviously, it didn't work.

That's when I heard the door open. I turned, still stroking and found Leah standing barefoot, her hair slightly messy from sleep, her eyes locked on my hand.

"I thought you were sleeping," I said, voice rough.

"I was," she replied softly, then her gaze lifted slowly, dark and hungry. "Should I go back to bed?"

I exhaled shakily. "No."

She stepped inside and closed the door. The soft click echoed, snapping my restraint.

"Come here."

She didn't, just stood there, chin lifted, daring me to make her.

I crossed the space between us, water dripping from my body, cupped the back of her head, and crushed my mouth to hers.

Her hand slid down my wet stomach, wrapped around my cock and took over with slow perfect strokes that made my hips jerk.

I groaned into her mouth, my hands roaming greedily yet carefully over her body through her dress until I reached her ass and gave it a hard squeeze that had her whimper vibrate against my tongue.

"Take it off."

She held my stare stubbornly.

"Leah," I growled.

Slowly, she hooked her fingers into the thin straps and let them slide off her shoulders, never breaking eye contact.

The fabric teased her skin, falling inch by inch until it pooled at her feet.

My eyes darkened as they drank in every naked curve.

"You will be death of me, Leah," I breathed, cupping her breast and teasing the stiff peak with my thumb.

"Shut up and kiss me."

And I did just that, one hand sliding along familiar curves until pleasure coiled tight and viscous in my gut.

My orgasm hit me so hard my knees almost gave out. I groaned into her mouth my cock jerking hard, thick ropes of cum spilling across her chest, stomach and thighs in messy glistening streaks. I pressed my forehead to her shoulder, breathing ragged, while she held me through every pulse, fingers threading in my hair while the other ran down my back.

When the last shudder left me, I kissed her neck, then trailed it down her chest, sucked one nipple deep into my mouth while pinching the other just hard enough to make her gasp.

She hissed suddenly, body flinching from the pain in her side.

I pulled back quickly, worry cutting through the haze. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, her eyes still dark with lust. "Yeah."

"Shower?" I asked.

She blinked, a small breathless smile tugging at her lips and then nodded.

I washed her slowly, carefully around the wounds, making sure the water didn't soak through the bandages.

"You don't have to treat me like I'm fragile," she murmured.

"You're fragile right now."

I didn't have to see her face to know she rolled her eyes.

When we stepped out, I dried her gently, helped her into fresh clothes , and sat her on the edge of the bed.

I knelt in front of her and began unwrapping the damp bandages.

The cuts were healing, but the marks still made me see red.

"It'll close soon," she assured me.

"Soon isn't fast enough."

When I finished cleaning it, I pressed a light kiss to her palm before wrapping it again.

"I heard from Storm you took over the Kingston family."

"Yes." I didn't look up. "Does it bother you?"

"Should it?"

"No."

She ruffled my wet hair like she did Roman. "When did it happen?"

"After I woke up and learned he was the one who planned my murder." 

I finally met her eyes. "When I saw his face, I had this overwhelming urge to break his fingers. It wasn't until I got my memories back that I understood why."

"So, did you?"

"I did promise you I would."

"But it took five years." She pouted.

I leaned forward and kissed her.

"Sorry I was late."