Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 109

Aria's POV

I woke to the warmth of his lips on mine, soft at first, then insistent. The sensation pulled me from sleep before I was ready, my lashes fluttering open to find Aiden hovering over me.

A laugh bubbled up inside me despite the heat curling low in my belly. Is he really waking me up like this?

"You're not dreaming," Aiden's deep voice challenged me, his eyes dark with desire.

"I'm not sure I want to be awake," I answered by pulling him closer, fingers tangling in his thick hair as I guided his mouth back to mine.

Our kiss was nothing like before - hungry, desperate, primal. His taste was intoxicating, making me crave more.

My hand slid down his hard chest, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath his shirt.

Desire clouded my thoughts as my fingers continued their journey downward until I felt the unmistakable hardness straining against his pants. I cupped him boldly, squeezing gently.

"Fuck," Aiden hissed, breaking our kiss. His eyes were nearly black now. "What are you doing to me, little wife?"

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" I whispered, continuing my exploration. "I want you, Aiden. All of you."

His jaw tightened, control visibly slipping. "You're playing a dangerous game, Aria."

"I'm not playing," I said, my voice breathy as I stroked him through the fabric. "I know exactly what I want."

With a growl that sent shivers down my spine, Aiden grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. "You have no idea what you're asking for."

"Then show me," I challenged, arching up against him.

Something snapped in him. His mouth crashed down on mine, bruising and possessive. "You're soaked, aren't you?" he growled against my ear, his free hand roughly pushing my dress up my thighs.

When his fingers found the dampness between my legs, he let out a dark chuckle. "So fucking wet for me already."

I gasped as he pushed my panties aside and slid a finger inside me. "Aiden!"

"This sweet little pussy is mine now," he said, adding a second finger and curling them in a way that made me see stars. "Say it."

"Yours," I managed between moans, "it's yours."

He worked me mercilessly, thumb circling my clit as his fingers pumped in and out. "I've wanted to fuck you since I first saw you, standing in my office offering me that land."

The crude words from his sophisticated mouth only heightened my arousal. I was close, so close, when he suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Not yet," he commanded. "I want to be inside you when you come."

I whimpered at the loss, watching through heavy-lidded eyes as he undid his belt and freed himself. My eyes widened at the sight of him - thick, long, and already glistening with precum.

"Like what you see?" he smirked, stroking himself a few times.

"Stop teasing me," I begged, spreading my legs wider. "I want you inside me. Now."

"This ass," he said, delivering a sharp slap to my backside that made me jolt. "Driving me crazy in those tight little dresses."

His pace was relentless, one hand gripping my hip while the other tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to send shivers down my spine.

"You're mine now," he growled, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. "Mine to fuck. Mine to protect. Mine to keep."

I couldn't form coherent words anymore, reduced to moans and pleas as he drove me toward another climax. When his hand reached around to rub my clit, I shattered completely, walls clamping down on him as I came again.

With a guttural groan, Aiden thrust deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside me. He collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest as we both struggled to catch our breath.

The warmth of him pressed to me, the steady beat of his pulse under my ear, made my skin tingle even after the intensity of our release.

I tilted my head, brushing a strand of hair from my face, and gave him a teasing smile. "That was… impressive," I murmured.

Aiden chuckled, his lips brushing my temple. "Impressive? You make it sound like I just ran a marathon." His thumb traced lazy circles on my waist. "Do you feel that… or are you just full of words?"

"I feel it," I whispered, letting my hand rest over his chest. "Every inch of you."

His grin widened, dark and possessive. "Good. Because I'm not done with you."

"Again?" I asked boldly, meeting his gaze, letting my voice carry both challenge and desire.

His eyes darkened with renewed hunger, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. "As you wish, Mrs. Carter."