His shirt floated to the ground while her hands found the fastening of his shorts, as she suddenly found themselves on the bed. She pushed impatiently at the offending shorts, wanting them out of the way, needing them gone. Once again the air crackled and he was naked in the dim light sponsored by the streaks of moonlight in her room, the silvery beams illuminating the hard planes of his body. He looked magnificently male, a masculine sculpture dedicated to pure carnal pleasure. Made for it. Needing it.
A very long chapter this is... Lol
Two in one, so that it wouldn't drag out.
So, it is established.. Aiden lost the fight..
Or should I say.. time will tell???
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