Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Our eyes locked, and my entire body trembled, caught in the fierce collision of pain and desire so intense I could no longer distinguish one from the other. “Oh God—” I gasped, even as I instinctively pushed back against him, consumed by a desperate craving. “Keep going. Please, Sir. Give it everything.”

A guttural groan escaped his lips, and with a forceful thrust, he plunged deeper, stretching me to the point where I feared I might break. The sharp sting of pain flared, but it was quickly drowned beneath the weight of his body pressed firmly against mine. His cock rubbed relentlessly against that secret spot, sending dazzling sparks bursting through me—sharp, electrifying, and utterly overwhelming.

“Ah—fuck, Aiden—” The name slipped from my mouth, torn free like a whispered prayer.

“That’s it,” he growled, sweat tracing a line down his temple as his chest pressed hard into my back, unyielding. “Take me. Take all of me.”

Gradually, the burning intensity softened into something even hotter and more ravenous. The ache melted away, replaced by a pleasure so fierce I thought my knees might give out beneath me. My body began to sync with his rhythm, desperate and eager, matching every thrust with a push of my own, silently begging for more. His pace quickened, rougher now, each movement relentlessly hitting that spot until my cries bounced off the close walls of the room.

His hand slid down my stomach, wrapping around my cock, stroking hard and fast in perfect harmony with his thrusts. My mind shattered under the relentless assault, my body trembling, wound so tight I feared I might ignite.

“Sir—I can’t—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he snarled. “Come for me. Now.”

The command shattered me completely. I unraveled in his hand, my release spilling hot and heavy across my stomach, my entire body collapsing forward, shaking, utterly undone.

But Aiden didn’t relent. He drove into me with reckless abandon, chasing his own edge until one final savage thrust tore a raw, guttural sound from deep within him. His climax flooded me, hot and claiming, his weight pressing down as his teeth sank into my shoulder.

I was wrecked. I was his.

“You’re coming with me,” he said simply. “We can’t stay here. Not after this.”

A shiver ran down my spine, but it wasn’t fear.

“Where?” I breathed.

His thumb traced a rough yet tender line over my cheekbone. “Tonight, home. Tomorrow, somewhere I know. My terms. My territory. You pushed me, Noah—you pushed me to a place I swore I’d never go. So now…” His voice dropped to a low growl, breath hot against my ear. “…I’m going to push you back. To your edge. To mine. And I know exactly how.”

The promise in his voice twisted my stomach into knots—equal parts dread and eager anticipation.

I didn’t speak. I simply nodded, heart pounding wildly, already certain I’d follow him anywhere.