Chapter 131
Aria’s POV
When we reached our climax together, Aiden let out a deep groan and held me tightly against him.
His cock pulsed inside me as he released, filling me with his warmth and making me shudder once more. Unlike his usual practice of withdrawing immediately afterward, this time he maintained our connection, tenderly cradling me in his arms.
His breath warmed my ear as his arms encircled me, holding me with unusual reverence. I reached up to stroke his sweat-dampened neck, my fingers threading through his hair. In his intoxicated state, he was exceptionally gentle-gone was his usual composed control, replaced by a vulnerability I’d never witnessed before.
Lying in his embrace, feeling my heartbeat gradually slow, I couldn’t help but think: right now, he seemed like he truly loved me. The thought made my heart flutter. No, Aria, don’t be foolish. This is just the alcohol talking.
I shifted slightly, preparing to get up. “I should take a shower p>
“Don’t go.” His voice carried an undeniable command as his arms tightened around me.
“Aiden, I’m covered in sweat,” I tried to explain, my palm gently pushing against his chest.
Instead of releasing me, he rolled to his side, pinning me beneath him as he resumed kissing my neck. “You don’t need to be that clean,” he murmured, his hand sliding down along my waist. “I like you this way p>
I felt him hardening again, pressing against my inner thigh. “Wait, Aiden… I really need to p>
“Are you that eager to leave me?” He suddenly lifted his head, looking directly into my eyes with an expression that seemed almost wounded. “Am I so lacking in appeal that you’d rather shower than stay with me p>
His words stunned me. How could Aiden, usually so confident and commanding, ask such a thing? I cupped his face in my hands. “No, that’s not it. You… you don’t know how captivating you are p>
A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he leaned down to bite my lower lip gently before releasing it. “Prove it to me p>
He sat up, pulling me onto his lap with my back to him. I felt his burning hardness pressing against my already oversensitive entrance, slowly pushing inside. This angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper, drawing a sharp cry from my lips. One hand gripped my waist while the other wrapped around from behind to caress my breast. “Hold onto the headboard,” he instructed.
Trembling, I obeyed, gripping the bed frame tightly. He began moving with slow, powerful thrusts, each one striking precisely at my most sensitive spot. Already depleted from our previous climax, I could only rely on his support and the stability of the headboard to keep from collapsing.
“Aiden… it’s too much I whimpered, feeling myself approaching another peak.
“Take all of it,” he growled against my ear, increasing his pace. “Oh, Aria, you drive me wild p>
His possessiveness was so intense it made me tremble, yet it also triggered an even stronger response from my body. When his fingers found where we were joined, pressing against my most sensitive spot, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body went rigid as waves of pleasure crashed through me like electric currents. Feeling my climax, Aiden’s movements became even more frenzied. He held me tight, letting out a primal roar as he released inside me once again. We collapsed onto the bed together, sweat and other fluids mingling between us, neither wanting to be the first to separate.
After a long while, I felt his fingers gently combing through my damp hair. “Stay,” his voice held an unusual note of pleading. “Stay with me all night p>
I didn’t answer with words, only nodded.
He was clingy and endearing when drunk-so different from his usual self.
Aria’s POV
Afterwards, I had no strength left to respond to him. I let him manipulate my body as he pleased.
About half an hour later, Aiden let out a deep groan and held me tightly in his arms.
His member pulsed inside me, releasing warm liquid that made me shudder once more. He didn’t withdraw immediately, instead gently cradling me in his embrace, maintaining our connection.
His warm breath caressed my ear as his arms encircled me.
I reached up to stroke his sweat-dampened neck, my fingers threading through his hair. In his intoxicated state, he was unusually tender-gone was his usual calm composure.
Lying in his embrace, feeling my gradually calming heartbeat, I couldn’t help but think: right now, he looked like he truly loved me. The thought made my heart race.
But soon, reality crashed back in. No, Aria, don’t be foolish. This is just the alcohol talking.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers gently tracing the contours of my face, his eyes filled with a tenderness I’d never seen before. “Aria p>
My heart trembled at his words, but reason told me not to read too much into it. He shifted, rolling us over so I lay against his chest, his fingers lazily wandering across my back, leaving trails of electric sensation.
Soon after, his breathing became
steady, and could feel he had fallen asleep. I lifted my head, studying his sleeping face in the dim light filtering through the window. That face
usually masked with stern coldness, now looked so relaxed, even carrying a hint of boyish innocence. His lips were slightly parted, and his long, thick lashes cast shadows on his cheeks.
I couldn’t resist tracing his features with my fingertips—that strong jawline, the straight bridge of his nose, and those lips that were usually pressed into a firm line. My finger lingered on his lips, remembering how they felt when he kissed me.
I tried to move back to my original position, not wanting to wake him, but he
unconsciously pulled me back into his embrace. His arms held me tightly, as if even in sleep he was unwilling to let me go.
In such an embrace, I gradually drifted off to sleep as well.
In my dream, I saw Aiden standing in
the distance with his back to me. I kept calling out to him, but his figure grew more and more distant. Wh
he finally turned around, I saw those eyes that usually made my heart. race, but now they were cold and unfamiliar.
“Aria, don’t forget our agreement,” the dream version of him said coldly. “This is just
a transaction, a marriage of convenience p>
I woke with a start. Dawn was just
breaking. Aiden beside me was still fast asleep, his arm still draped across my waist, but no longer. gripping me as tightly as during the night. I gently moved his hand away and sat up, hugging my knees as I gazed at the gradually brightening sky outside the window.
Sex and love were two entirely different things. This was my sobering realization,
especially when it came to a man like Aiden.
At this thought, I couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
A few hours later, Aiden and I sat across from each other in the dining room. I had
barely any appetite the food on my plate remained largely untouched.
“Are you feeling unwell?” Aiden’s voice broke the silence, his sharp gaze studying
me intently.
“I’m fine,” I replied softly, forcing myself to fork a piece of scrambled egg. “I just don’t
have much appetite, don’t feel like eating p>
He leaned closer. “Too tired from yesterday p>
I knew he was referring to our lovemaking last night.
I took a deep breath, shook my head, and without meeting his eyes, said, “No, I
simply don’t have much appetite p>
Today everything was back to normal, and we should maintain our normal distance
as well.