Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66

I let out a slow breath, my eyelids fluttering closed as the waves of pleasure crashed over me, intoxicating and flawless.

My submission.

My delight.

His satisfaction.

And the overwhelming, unsettling truth that I had completely, irrevocably lost all control of my mind.

After performing oral for the very first time in my life—and everything else that had unfolded—I felt utterly wrecked, like a freight train had run me down. My throat was raw and sore, my groin throbbed painfully, and my limbs felt weak and unsteady. I wasn’t sure if it was the emotional breakthrough, the physical intensity, or the dizzying shock of being seen, claimed, and shattered all in a single night—but my eyes refused to stay open any longer.

Aiden noticed immediately.

He gently led me to the shower, adjusting the water until it was just the right warmth, then pulled me beneath the cascade with him. I braced myself for orders or for him to hand me the soap, but instead, he tenderly washed me. Slowly. Reverently. His fingers gliding over my skin with a careful, almost worshipful touch.

“You need to rest,” he murmured softly, rinsing the shampoo from my hair. “Tonight was intense for you.”

I didn’t argue. I didn’t even nod. I simply stood there, surrendering to his care.

By the time we toweled off and slipped into bed, I was already drifting toward sleep. But then he kissed me—slow, gentle, nothing like the fierce passion we’d just shared. It felt like the beginning of something tender, something new.

He wrapped me close, and I melted into the warmth of his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart lull me into a peaceful slumber.

Then the next series hit me like a gut punch—bondage, restraints. That same boy, collared, cuffed, bound in positions I hadn’t even dared to imagine yet.

Aiden’s expression wasn’t his usual cold, unreadable mask. He looked hungry. Intimate. Possessive.

My heart twisted painfully.

I slammed the album shut harder than I intended and shoved it back into its hiding place before my mind could spiral further. My pulse thundered in my ears. Who the hell was that? I didn’t know this guy. I didn’t know their story. But suddenly, I hated him.

I stormed back to the bedroom, climbed into bed, and clung to Aiden like a lifeline, burying my face against his chest.

He was mine now. And no damn golden twink was going to take Aiden away from me.