Chapter 41
Aria’s POV
The mansion seemed impossibly quiet as we stepped inside. Every nerve in my body was alive, hypersensitive to Aiden’s presence beside me.
His hand rested possessively on the small of my back, guiding me through the grand foyer.
I could still feel the ghost of his lips on mine, the pressure of his hands on my body.
The car ride had awakened something in me I didn’t know existed – a hunger that wouldn’t be satisfied with just a taste.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked, his voice lower than usual, rough around the edges.
I shook my head. “No. Not tonight p>
His eyes darkened at my response, understanding exactly what I meant. No
barriers, no liquid courage. I wanted to remember every moment of what was about to happen.
“Come,” he said simply, taking my hand.
The walk up the grand staircase felt like the longest journey of my life. My legs trembled slightly, not from fear but from anticipation.
When we reached the door to the master bedroom – our bedroom, though I’d never slept there – he paused.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, studying my face intently.
“More sure than I’ve been about anything,” I whispered.
He pushed the door open, and I stepped inside.
The room was massive, dominated by an enormous bed with dark sheets. Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing everything in silver.
I heard the door close behind me, then felt Aiden’s presence at my back, his heat radiating against me.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
His hands slid around my waist from behind, pulling me back against him. I could feel how much he wanted me, hard and insistent against my lower back.
“Show me,” I challenged, finding courage I didn’t know I had.
He spun me around to face him, his eyes burning with an intensity that stole my breath. Without warning, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed, laying me down with surprising gentleness.
He stood over me, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness. I watched, transfixed, as he pulled it free and tossed it aside.
Next came his jacket, then his shirt, revealing inch by inch of tanned skin stretched over hard muscle.
My mouth went dry at the sight. I’d known he was fit, but seeing him like this – half- naked and looking at me with naked hunger – was something else entirely.
“Your turn,” he said, voice like gravel.
I sat up, reaching for the zipper of my dress, but he stopped me.
“Let me p>
He knelt on the bed beside me, turning me so my back was to him. I felt his fingers brush against my skin as he slowly lowered the zipper, much as he had in the car. But this time, there was no need to stop.
The dress loosened, and he slid it from my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist. His fingertips traced the line of my spine, sending shivers across my skin.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he confessed, his voice barely audible. “About you p>
He pushed the dress further down, helping me step out of it until I was left in nothing but my black lace underwear. I fought the urge to cover myself as his eyes roamed
over me.
“Fucking perfect,” he growled.
He was on me then, pushing me back against the pillows, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that left no room for doubt about what he wanted.
His tongue traced the seam of my lips, demanding entry that I eagerly granted.
I ran my hands over the broad expanse of his chest, marveling at the contrast of smooth skin and hard muscle. When my fingers brushed against his nipples, he groaned into my mouth.
His own hands weren’t idle, tracing curves and valleys of my body like he was memorizing every inch. When he cupped my breast through my bra, I arched into his touch, desperate for more.
“I need you,” I whispered against his lips. “Please, Aiden p>
He reached behind me, unhooking my bra with practiced ease. As he pulled it away, exposing me completely to his gaze, I saw something almost reverent flash in his eyes.
“Look at you,” he murmured, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
The sensation sent a jolt through me, drawing a cry from my lips. He suckled and licked, first one breast then the other, until I was writhing beneath him, my fingers tangled in his hair.
His hand slid lower, tracing the edge of my panties. “Do you want this?” he asked, his voice strained with restraint.
“Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes p>
He hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged the lace down my legs. Now I lay completely naked beneath him, exposed and vulnerable, yet I’d never felt more powerful.
His eyes raked over me, drinking in every detail. “Spread your legs for me, baby p>
The command in his voice sent a thrill through me. I did as he asked, letting my thighs fall open.
He groaned at the sight, his hand coming to rest on my inner thigh. “So wet already,” he observed, his fingers tracing higher. “All for me p>
“Only for you,” I admitted.
That seemed to break something in him. His fingers slid through my folds, finding the center of my pleasure with unerring accuracy. I cried out as he circled that sensitive bundle of nerves, my hips lifting off the bed.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. “Let me hear you p>
He slid one finger inside me, then another, stretching me gently while his thumb continued its maddening circles.
The dual sensation was overwhelming, and I felt myself climbing rapidly toward release.
“Aiden,” I gasped, clutching at his shoulders. “I’m going to p>
“Come for me,” he commanded. “I want to feel you come apart on my fingers before I fuck you p>
His crude words, spoken in that commanding tone, pushed me over the edge. I shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I cried out his name.
Before I could fully recover, he was standing, shedding the rest of his clothes. My eyes widened as he revealed himself fully to me, his arousal heavy and intimidating.
He reached into the bedside drawer, retrieving a condom. As he rolled it on, I felt a momentary flutter of nervousness.
Sensing my hesitation, he crawled back over me, bracing himself on his forearms. “We can stop,” he said, though I could see how difficult that would be for him.
I shook my head. “I want this. I want you p>
He kissed me then, deeply and thoroughly, as he positioned himself between my thighs. I felt the blunt pressure of him against my entrance, and instinctively tensed.
“Relax,” he murmured against my lips. “I’ll take care of you p>
He pushed forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to the unfamiliar stretch. There
was discomfort, yes, but also a delicious fullness that had me gasping.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he seated himself fully inside me. “You’re so tight. So perfect p>
He held still, allowing me to adjust, his forehead pressed against mine. I could feel
the tremors running through his body as he fought for control.
“Move,” I finally whispered, lifting my hips experimentally. “Please p>
He didn’t need to be told twice. He withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in, setting a rhythm that had me clinging to him desperately. Each stroke seemed to reach deeper than the last, hitting places inside me that sent sparks of pleasure racing through my veins.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice strained. “I want to see your face when you come on my cock p>
His crude words sent another jolt of heat through me. I opened my eyes to find him watching me with an intensity that was almost overwhelming.
One of his hands slid between our bodies, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves again. The added stimulation was too much, and I felt myself teetering on the edge
once more.
“Aiden!” I cried out, my nails digging into his back.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Come for me again p>
The command in his voice was all it took. I exploded around him, my inner walls clenching rhythmically as pleasure consumed me.
Through the haze of my own release, I heard him groan my name as he found his own completion, his body shuddering above mine.
For several moments, we lay tangled together, our breathing gradually slowing. He was heavy on top of me, but I welcomed the weight, the physical reminder that this hadn’t been just another fantasy.
Eventually, he rolled to the side, disposing of the condom before pulling me against his chest. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my bare back as I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“That was I began, unable to find words adequate enough.
“Just the beginning,” he finished for me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.