Thousand Years

CHAPTER 18 - The Portrait- Part II

Aidan stood very still for about a minute, his eyes still glued to her back. He wondered how it would be like to touch that porcelain white skin and feel her curves. 

"That is how you wish to pose for your portrait?" Aidan whispered more to himself.  

"Yes. Is there a problem Mr.Roche?" she asked, still facing away from him.

She swiftly took her shawl and sat down on the couch cross legged while covering her nether regions and she elegantly sat with her breasts still bare.

Aidan was surprised at how bold she was. But he was not complaining. Rather he was enjoying the sight in front of him very much. 

He went into the adjoining bedroom and brought a blanket and kept it near her on the couch, in case she got cold. He could see that she was blushing but he did not comment. 

Aidan sat behind his easel  and slowly started putting  all her curves and her intense gaze into the canvas.

Twenty minutes passed and he knew she would be feeling cold. 

He stood up and went towards her slowly, all the while holding her gaze. He took the blanket and wrapped around her. 

"Let's take a break"

Dareanna's heart started beating faster when his fingers brushed her bare shoulders. She was completely naked in front of him and yet he seemed unfazed. She was a bit disappointed.  

She wanted to feel his strong hands on her but on the corner of her mind she knew she shouldn't be doing this. She thought he was being very sweet when he wrapped the blanket around her. 

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Not yet."

Aidan sat next to her on the couch keeping a safe distance from her and ran his hand through his hair. She had no idea what this was doing to him. 

All he wanted was to take her then and there.

"Aidan, are you alright? ", she asked him, seeing his frustration.

" Do you really think i would be alright after seeing you like that? You really have no idea what you are doing to me, querida.”

She blushed. She had no idea what querida meant or what language that was. She only knew that she found it incredibly attractive that he spoke other languages. She wanted to know how many but she could not form any meaningful words when she saw how he was looking at her. She felt completely vulnerable under his intense gaze and that made her press her thighs close together.

She did not have time to think when his lips crashed on hers. The kiss was nothing like she had experienced before, it was full of passion that ignited something inside her body she couldn't quite comprehend. He broke off the kiss with a sigh and looked at her as if he was asking for her permission to continue. 

She could not wait any longer. Dareanna kissed him with the same passion and intensity that she had felt when he kissed her. The next thing she knew was the blanket was no longer covering her and she was straddling Aidan.

Her legs instantly wrapped around him as he stood up from the couch and her arms went around her. Aidan carried her to the room while still kissing her. She was not thinking clearly when she quickly unbuttoned his white shirt. He had lowered him to his bed and was gently biting her neck when a moan escaped her mouth. He smirked at that and kept attacking her neck. 

His hands roamed through her body to stop at her breast. She felt like her body was completely on fire when his lips grazed her erect bud while the other was pressed between his fingers. He kept trailing kisses downwards. He gently parted her legs while he kissed the spot right in between her legs. 

“Ohh Aidaan..” she moaned. 

She arched her back and her head fell backwards when his tongue entered her rather sinfully. 

“Please..” she begged.

That was all that he needed to hear. He pulled back and lowered his trousers. Looked into those beautiful pools of emerald as he slid inside her. 

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Dareanna woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. She was not in her room and for a moment she panicked. She woke up to see Aidan sleeping peacefully next to her. She blushed as the last night rendezvous came into her mind. It was probably the best night of her life.  She observed his sleeping form. His facial features all perfectly carved just like an angel’s, she thought. His lower body was covered but his well toned upper body was now exposed, it almost looked like a medieval painting. 

She smiled to herself as she remembered St. Teresa’s  encounter with an angel.

"In his hands, I saw a golden spear, with an iron tip at the end that appeared to be on fire. He plunged it into my heart several times, all the way to my entrails.”

She wondered if it was really her heart that was pierced with his golden spear. For the pleasure and the sweet pain she felt last night was described exactly by the words uttered by St Teresa of Avila.

"The pain was so strong that it made me moan several times, and yet the sweetness of the pain was so surpassing that I couldn't possibly wish to be rid of it.”

“Good Morning love, what are you thinking so deeply about, so early in the morning?”, he asked as he put his arms around her and hugged her closer to him.

“About St Teresa of Avila’

“Oh the woman who became a saint after having s*x with angel ”

“What? Seriously?” she pulled back to look at his face to see if he was joking.

He was smirking alright.

“You might end up being a saint as well, you know” he said.

“Only if you were an angel” she said laughing.

“Good for you then. I am an angel”, he said and kissed her.

“Mr. Angel, I need to go home before the entire household comes looking for me.” , with that she pecked him on the lips, got off the bed and headed back into the living room to get dressed. 

Aidan wondered how he could ever convince her that he was an angel indeed. But it did not matter if she knew the truth or not. Nothing would probably change. It’s not like she’ll ever fall in love with him. If only he knew what was coming.