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The glass weapon in the drunk man's hands doesn't seem to faze Aiden as he quickly disarms him, throwing the bottle onto the sidewalk, the brown glass shatters at my feet. Aiden turns back to make sure I'm okay at the absolute worst time. "Watch out!" I yell as the third and final man hits him over the head with a glass beer mug.

I wait for Aiden to pass out, budge, or flinch... but he doesn't. It seems to almost hype him up, he turns and lunges for the man. Jumping on top of him as they collide with the pavement, thankfully free of the glass shard debris. Aiden's hands wrap firmly around the man's throat. I try to pull him away as more bar-goers step outside to watch the action.

The commotion is becoming to much, and Aiden's bloodthirst is palatable. I lean down, trying my best to whisper over the cheers from the audience as the man gasps for air, "Aiden you're drawing attention to us." I say in a shaky voice, terrified of anything happening to him.

This seems to knock him from his trance. He stands up, dusting off his jeans and grabbing my hand, leaving the unconscious man on the ground.

Within seconds he's put both of our helmets on and helped me on the bike. In a rush, we fly down the road for a few miles until we're safely away from all of the commotion. He takes the bike onto a small pull off on the side of a dark and empty street. I step off, my hands still shaking.

Pulling off his helmet he looks me over, "You okay?"

I nod, "I was just scared." My eyes adjust to the dim light from the headlights and full moon, "Oh shit!" I say, my voice loud compared to the quiet forest around us. My fingers trail to the stream of blood coming from Aiden's head. I pull my hand away to show him, "You're bleeding."

His body twists to open a compartment on the bike, pulling out a small first aid kit he hands it to me. I work with the moonlight to find the proper items to clean his wound, sighing in relief when it stops bleeding after I clean and bandage it.

He takes the first aid kit and grabs my hands after putting it away, "I'm sorry Emilia."

I laugh, stepping closer to him as he stays straddling the bike. "No. They totally deserved that, I was just scared for you." Grabbing my chin in thought, "Well maybe they didn't deserve to die but you just wouldnt stop." I tell him.

He grabs my chin, holding it between gloved fingers "Sweetheart, I've told you a million times. There is absolutley nothing I won't do to protect you."

I smile, but narrow my eyes, "You have to be careful, AIden. Nothing can happen to you." biting my lip, i try not to cry. "Again."

He throws his head back, "Baby, it was just three drunk men. I wasn't even going to fight them until they disrespected you." He looks down at his busted knuckles, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Shaking my head, I pick his head up to look at me, "I thought it was kind of... hot. The way you always stand up for me."

His eyes narrow as he steps off the bike, placing his helmet on the handlebars he turns and stands in front of me. He towers over me on the dark street, his hands wandering my body. "Is that what you like Emilia?" His voice is husky, "You like when I protect you?" With one motion he looks around the dark surroundings, considering if this is a good location, "Let's get you home so I can fuck you."

I nod, biting my lip as we both get back onto the bike. I've never seen Aiden ever rush before but right now, his hand grips the throttle tightly the entire way home as the trees pass by in a blur. His muscles are constricted, I can tell he's still on an adrenaline high from the fight.

We pull onto the long drive and he stops and turns the bike off midway through the two-mile-long driveway, no one in site. "Off." He demands. His helmet already on the ground. He flips the kickstand down and steps off the bike, coming for me in a rush he places his hands on the backs of my legs and throws me on him.

I squeal from the sudden movement, but he clamps a hand over my mouth, "Shh, we're not far enough into the woods." He orders.

He carries me, his tongue swirling with mine as we walk through the dense forest looking for a clear path. Luckily we find a small clearing, the stars twinkle above and the full moon illuminates everything. He sets me on my feet, laying his leather jacket against the lush grass.

He moves the hair from my face, his bruised knuckles gently grazing my skin, "I want to taste you." He whispers deeply into my ear; his minty breath warms my neck. Planting small kisses that calm all of the nerves from the fight.

His long fingers travel to the top of my jeans, unbuttoning them as we make our way to the ground in a rush.

I gulp as his hands slide up my shirt, he cups my breast. "You have no idea all the dirty things I think of doing to your body every day."

Gasping for air as he pulls his fingers through the loops of my jeans, yanking them off and discarding them to the side I mutter, "Like what?"

Burying his face in my neck he whispers, "You don't want to know."

A few moments later my panties are ripped off of me, and his finger slides inside of me, eliciting a whimper. "More." I ask, he raises his brow. I'm impatient right now, I need him.

"More what?" His voice is sly, deep, frantic.

"I..." It's so difficult to speak when he has his fingers circling my opening and his tongue twirling around my nipple. "I want you inside of me."

Without saying a word, he removes his finger from my slit and takes his tongue from my breasts and runs it down my stomach. I'm thankful his movements aren't slow; I couldn't take much more of this.

"I'll be inside of you soon, princess." He looks at me, his expression feral. "But first I want you to cum all over my tongue."

His large hands wrap around my legs, opening them forcefully. His greedy eyes glance over every inch of me, "I love when you're exposed like this for me, only for me." He licks his full lips, then his head lowers in a passionate force between my open legs.

I can feel his scruff between my thighs, it's heavenly. Aiden's tongue glides across my inner thigh, both of his hands firmly gripping my legs apart. I'm not trying to close them, but I think he just enjoys pinning me down, which I love.

His tattoed hands are fueled by adrenaline, his tongue by pure want. I run my fingers through his hair, gently bucking my hips up when the pleasure overtakes my body. His name escapes my lips multiple times and every single time it does; a wild groan escapes his lips, turning me on even more.

He pulls his head back, the cool air sending a wave of shock to my core. "Why did you stop." I moan, my head falling back.

A smirk takes over his face, "When I'm down there I can't see what I'm doing to you." He bites his lip, "I love watching what I do to you Emilia." He returns to my slit, but this time he doesn't bury his face between my legs. I can see his deep green eyes peeking up while he rolls his tongue around me.

I throw my head back and he growls, "Look at me." His tone is demanding but muffled by what he's doing to me. I don't question him or think I just... obey. Keeping my glossed and rolling in the back of my head eyes trained on him as he makes me come undone. When my body begins to shake from pleasure his grip becomes tighter, his tongue faster but we never take our eyes off of each other. It's so intimate, so beautiful that when I collapse on the ground he's on top of me in seconds.

His body slides up to sit flush against mine, he doesn't stop kissing me. My lips, my neck, my breasts. Finally, he lets out a deep groan, standing up. "Where are we going?" I pant, still trying to capture my breath from such an intense orgasm.

Without a word, he lifts me from the ground leaving his jacket and carrying me back towards the bike. Setting me down so my back is facing him he holds the nape of my neck. His warm hand clamping gently around my neck sends shivers down my spine, "I need you to bend over the bike." He demands, I look at it with a worried expression, what if I make it fall over leaning against it? As usual, he's reading my mind. "Kickstand is down. Now bend for me."

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See y'all Saturday!