The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: On The Hospital Bed

Aria pov

I shifted slightly against him and felt it—the unmistakable hardness pressing against my thigh through the hospital gown. Heat flooded through me, pooling low in my belly.

"Seriously, Damien?" I lifted my head to look at him, trying to sound stern. "You’re supposed to be sick."

His ice-blue eyes were darker now, pupils dilated. "I am sick." His hand slid from my hip to cup my ass, pulling me tighter against him. "Sick with wanting you. It’s been killing me all day."

The hospital gown did nothing to hide how hard he was. I could feel every inch of him pressed against me, hot and insistent. My breath caught.

"The nurses could walk in," I whispered, even as my body betrayed me, pressing closer.

"I don’t care." His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. "Let them see, let everyone see that you’re mine."

His arrogance should have annoyed me, but instead it sent electricity straight through my core. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache building there.

"You were drugged a few hours ago," I tried again, but my voice came out breathy. "You need to rest."

"I need you." His lips found my neck, hot and demanding. "I need to feel you."

His teeth grazed my pulse point and I gasped, my fingers digging into his chest. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my palm, as fast as mine.

"Aria." My name on his lips sounded desperate. His hand moved from my ass to slide up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher. "Please. I need"

His hips shifted, grinding against me. The friction was almost too much. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound, but a small whimper escaped anyway.

"That’s it," he breathed against my ear. "Let me hear you."

His hand reached between us, palming himself through the thin gown. I watched, transfixed, as he stroked himself slowly, his jaw clenching. The sight sent heat coursing through me.

"Damien," I breathed, my hand joining his.

He groaned, a deep sound that vibrated through his chest. "God, Aria. Your touch"

I could feel how hard he was, hot and thick beneath my palm. The hospital gown was barely a barrier. His hips thrust up into our joined hands and I squeezed, earning another groan.

"We can’t," I whispered, even as I stroked him. "Not here. Not now."

"Just this." His hand covered mine, guiding my movements. "Just need to feel you touching me. Been dreaming about it all day."

His free hand slid higher up my thigh, fingers finding the edge of my panties. When he brushed against me through the fabric, I gasped. I was already wet, aching for him.

"Fuck, you’re soaked," he growled, his fingers rubbing slow circles. "All for me?"

I couldn’t answer. My head fell forward against his chest as he worked me through my panties, his fingers knowing exactly where to press. The pressure built, coiling tighter in my belly.

"Look at me," he commanded.

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