Chapter 305
Aria’s POV
Shutting my phone off quickly, I felt my face flush crimson. I’d barely managed to stammer a goodnight to Lillian before escaping our chat. The last thing I needed was her sending me one of those ridiculously explicit romance novels she’s always raving about, especially tonight.
Just then, Aiden walked out of the bathroom, a single towel slung low around his hips. Droplets of water still clung to his chiseled chest, tracing glistening paths down the defined muscles of his abdomen before disappearing into the towel.
Heat crawled up my neck, then flared across my cheeks. I pressed my palms against my face, trying desperately to cool down my burning skin, as if that would somehow extinguish the thoughts swirling in my head.
“What’s on Mrs. Carter’s mind?” Aiden asked, his voice carrying that low, teasing tone he used so perfectly when he knew I was utterly flustered.
“N-nothing! Nothing at all,” I stammered, painfully aware of how unconvincing I sounded.
God, I needed to stop letting Lillian’s romance novels corrupt my innocent thoughts. Aiden took another step, closing the distance between us. His chest, broad and muscular, was right there, a magnificent expanse of tanned skin and taut muscle. The heat from his body hit me like a wave, and my mind felt instantly fuzzy. My gaze, against my will, drifted downwards, tracing the subtle ripple of his abs, then lingering on the enticing curve beneath the towel. I swallowed hard, a dry click in my throat.
“I’m just hot,” I managed to blurt out, my voice thin. “Yes, I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.” I found my hand, seemingly of its own accord, reaching out. It pressed against the hard plane of his stomach, intending to gently push him back, to create some desperately needed space from this overwhelming temptation.
Instead of moving away, he leaned in closer, his strong body hovering just inches above mine. His eyes, dark and intense, held mine captive. “Or maybe I could help you cool off another way p>
His hands slid under my nightshirt, leaving trails of fire across my skin. When his fingers brushed against the sensitive underside of my breast, a soft gasp escaped into his mouth.
“Tell me what you want, Aria,” he commanded, his voice a seductive growl that sent shivers racing down my spine.
“You,” I managed to breathe out, my chest heaving. “I want you, Aiden p>
That was all the encouragement he needed. In one fluid motion, he pulled my nightshirt over my head, casting it aside, leaving me exposed to his hungry, devouring gaze.
His mouth traced a burning path from my lips, down my jaw, along the sensitive curve of my neck, to my collarbone. Each kiss, each gentle bite, each suckle, sent waves of pure pleasure coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending. When his lips finally closed around my nipple, pulling, teasing, I arched off the bed with a guttural cry, my fingers fisting in his thick hair.
“God, you’re responsive, Aria.” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with lust, his hands sliding down to cup and grip my hips, pulling me firmly against his growing hardness. He lifted me slightly, adjusting our bodies, and then, with a deep, possessive groan, he pushed inside me.
The stretch was intense, bordering on a delicious pain, but Aiden was patient, giving me all the time I needed to adjust to his impressive size. When he was fully seated inside me, filling me completely, he paused, his forehead pressed against mine, breathing heavily.
“You feel incredible,” he whispered, his voice strained, raw with the effort of holding still, of maintaining his control.
“Move,” I urged, my hips instinctively rolling against his, craving more. “Please, Daddy, I need you to move.” The word, once so shocking, now felt utterly natural, a desperate plea for release.
That broke his iron control. With a primal groan, he began to thrust, each powerful movement sending shockwaves of incandescent pleasure through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust, our bodies melding into a furious, exquisite rhythm.
“That’s it, baby,” he praised, his voice hoarse, his pace increasing, driving me higher and higher. “Take what you need from Daddy p>
His words, his praise, pushed me closer to the edge, closer to shattering. When his hand slipped between us, finding and expertly circling my most sensitive spot, I shattered, crying out his name as waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed over me, pulling me under their relentless tide.
He followed soon after, his body tensing, my name a ragged, worshipping prayer on his lips as he found his own explosive release, collapsing against me, panting.
My pussy still throbbed around his cock, a delightful ache that hummed through every nerve ending in my body. The slick, warm weight of him felt utterly right, a perfect fucking fit, leaving me completely sated My head was heavy on his chest his. heart thudding slow, steady rhythm against my ear, a primal drumbeat of satisfied lust.
Aiden’s fingers threaded through my hair, a gentle, possessive caress that sent another shiver down my spine. “So, ‘Daddy, huh?” he rumbled, his vo hoarse, a hint of dark still amusement lacing the words His cock twitched inside me, a lazy,
tantalizing movement that made my
pussy clench reflexively.
I lifted my head, meeting his gaze, no longer hiding from the burning intensity in his
eyes. “Was that a problem?” I challenged, a playful defiance in my tone, but my
body was already melting into his, craving more.
He chuckled, Ã Now, throaty sound
that vibrated through my entire being. “Not one goddamn bit, baby girl,” he murmured, his thumb stroking my cheek. “In fact, I think Daddy quite likes it.” His hand slid down my
, cupping my ass and
pressing me deeper onto his now slightly softened but still thick cock.
His eyes widened briefly before a wicked smile spread across his face, a spark of pure mischief. “Say that again,” he commanded, his voice huskier now, a delicious demand.
“Please, Daddy,” I repeated, surprised by how natural it felt, how much it undeniably turned me on.
With a low growl, he moved back up my body, positioning himself deliberately between my thighs. “My beautiful, insatiable wife,” he confessed, his voice a ragged whisper against my ear, before slowly, deeply pushing inside me once more. “Move,” I urged, my hips instinctively rolling, grinding against his. “Please, Daddy, I need you to move p>
With a raw, guttural groan, he began to thrust, each powerful movement sending shockwaves of pleasure, hotter and more intense than before, through my entire body. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust, our rhythm frantic, primal, perfect.
“That’s it, baby,” he praised, his pace increasing, driving me relentlessly higher, closer to the edge. “Take what you need from Daddy p>
When his hand slipped between us, finding and expertly circling my most sensitive spot, I shattered, crying out his name, his title, as waves of incandescent pleasure crashed over me, pulling me into a sweet, dizzying oblivion.
He followed soon after, his body tensing, my name a ragged, worshipful prayer on his lips as he found his own earth-shattering release, collapsing against me, panting
heavily.
As we lay tangled together afterward, my head resting on his chest, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his heart, I couldn’t help but smile. Maybe Lillian’s romance novels weren’t so bad after all.