The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353

His eyes darkened. Without answering, he pressed me against the cool tile wall, his erection hard against my stomach. ‘What do you think?” he said, his

hands gripping my hips, lifting me slightly.

My body responded to him–it always did–but as he positioned himself between my legs, ready to thrust inside me, panic flashed through me. The baby. 1 wasn’t sure if rough sex would harm it, but I couldn’t take that chance.

“Devon, wait,” I gasped, my hands against his chest. “Please… be gentle.”

He froze, water cascading over his shoulders. His eyes searched mine, confused by my unusual request. I’d never asked him to be gentle before–if anything.

I’d often matched his intensity.

“Aria?” His voice softened, a question in those gray eyes.

I couldn’t tell him why. Not yet. “Just… please. Tonight.”

Something in my tone must have registered because his expression changed. The fierce hunger didn’t disappear, but it transformed. He lowered me back to my feet, his hands now cradling my face.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, scanning my body for injuries he might have missed.

I shook my head. “No. I just… need you different tonight.”

Devon studied me for a long moment. Then, with deliberate slowness, he turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around me. He led me to the bedroom, his movements careful, as if I might break.

On the bed, he laid me down with uncharacteristic tenderness. His usual commanding presence gave way to something I’d rarely seen–attentiveness. He kissed me deeply but slowly, his hands exploring my body with patient care.

When he finally entered me, it was with measured control. His eyes never left mine as he moved inside me, his pace restrained despite the tension in his muscles that betrayed his effort.

‘Is this what you need?” he asked, his voice tight with the strain of holding back.

I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper but maintaining the gentle rhythm. The sensation was different–not the overwhelming rush I was used to, but something deeper, more intimate.

Devon’s hand slid between us, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs. He circled it slowly, deliberately, watching my face as pleasure built inside me.

‘Devon,‘ I gasped, my back arching as my orgasm approached.

His movements remained controlled, his gaze intense. “Let go, Aria,” he urged, his fingers increasing their pressure slightly. “I’ve got you.”

When release came, it wasn’t the violent crash I was accustomed to, but a long, rolling wave that seemed to go on and on. Devon followed shortly after, his body tensing above me, a low groan escaping his throat as he pulsed inside me.

Afterward, Devon fell asleep with his arm draped protectively across my waist. I lay awake, watching his face in repose, the harsh lines softened in sleep. I gently smoothed the furrow between his brows with my fingertip, my heart a battleground of warmth and fear.

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Chapter 353

Suddenly, Devon’s eyes opened, a flash of something feral in them before recognition set in and his gaze softened. His hand drifted absently to rest on my lower abdomen, and I froze, my breath catching. Did he somehow sense the tiny life growing there? But his eyes drifted closed again, his breathing evening

out as sleep reclaimed him.

I remained awake through the night, staring at the city lights through the floor–to–ceiling windows. My hand joined his over my stomach, and I wondered what kind of mother I would be. My own had been loving but taken too soon. Would I know how to love this child? Would Devon want to be a father? The questions multiplied with each passing hour.

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