The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Making out

Aria pov

"Say my name again," he ordered, voice low and dangerous. His hands framed my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones with surprising gentleness before his mouth crashed down on mine.

The kiss was raw, consuming—teeth and tongue and desperation. He swept inside my mouth like he owned it, tasting the remnants of his earlier claim, groaning when I sucked on his tongue in return. My fingers twisted into his dark hair, yanking him closer, needing more.

He rewarded me with another deep roll of his hips, grinding his cock against me. The friction sent aftershocks racing through me; I whimpered into his mouth.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard.

"Please," I managed, the word trembling.

"Please what?" His lips found the side of my neck, sucking hard—hard enough to bruise, hard enough to mark. "Tell me exactly what you want, Aria. Use your words."

His right hand slid down my body, possessive and sure, until he gripped the back of my thigh and hiked it high around his hip. The movement forced my dress up to my waist and spread me open; the new angle notched the thick head of his cock directly against my soaked entrance, only thin layers of fabric separating us. Every tiny shift of his hips dragged that swollen ridge over my clit, teasing, promising.

"I want" The words dissolved as my mouth found his throat. I scraped my teeth along his racing pulse, then bit down—not gently—savoring the way his entire body jerked against mine.

"Yes," he hissed, hips bucking forward so hard the mirrored wall rattled behind me. "Mark me. Let every fucking person in this city see who I belong to."

His free hand slid between us, cupping me possessively through the ruined lace. Two fingers pushed the fabric aside and plunged back into my dripping heat without warning, curling deep while his thumb found my clit again.

"You’re still so fucking wet," he growled against my ear. "This little cunt is greedy for me. Been clenching around nothing since the car, hasn’t it? Waiting to be filled."

I moaned against his neck, hips rocking shamelessly onto his hand. The elevator chimed, announcing our floor. The sound was like cold water as reality crashed back. I froze, my eyes flying open.

"Wait" I pushed against his chest. "We can’t"

The doors began to open.

"Aria"

"No." I ducked under his arm, my heels clicking on the marble floor as I practically ran toward my room. "I need to check on Noah. Dora should have put him to bed but I need to"

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