Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 126

Aria's POV

My test results came back.

"Some of your levels are elevated, but still within normal range," the doctor explained with clinical detachment. "The effects will wear off naturally."

The doctor glanced between us both, his expression knowing. "You're married—you should be able to handle this situation."

His words were diplomatically phrased, but I understood the implication perfectly. Heat crept up my neck, painting my cheeks crimson.

Aiden thanked the doctor with professional courtesy, his hand finding the small of my back as he guided me toward the exit. The possessive warmth of his palm sent shivers through my still-sensitive body.

The moment we reached the parking garage and slipped into his car, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.

The instant the car doors clicked shut, Aiden lunged toward me, his lips crashing against mine with desperate hunger. His tongue invaded my mouth with commanding dominance, claiming me with an intensity that left me breathless.

When he finally broke away, his breathing was ragged, his eyes dark with barely restrained desire. "You have no idea what you did to me when you passed out earlier," he growled, his voice rough with frustration. "I was hard as steel, but I had to stop everything."

My body responded immediately, heat pooling low in my belly.

He seized my hand, pressing it firmly against the prominent bulge straining against his pants. "Feel that? It's been aching for you."

I couldn't help but squeeze him through the fabric, marveling at how incredibly hard he was. "Your stamina is absolutely incredible," I whispered, genuinely awestruck by his physical response.

Aiden's voice turned husky, dripping with need. "Are you going to help me with this?"

My own desire flared to life, the medication still coursing through my system making me bolder than I'd ever been. I began fumbling with his belt, desperate to feel him properly.

"Yes, let me taste you," I admitted, shocking myself with my brazenness. This had to be the medication talking. It had to be!

His wicked grin was predatory as he adjusted his seat, giving me better access. "Then do it."

With trembling fingers, I freed his impressive length. Even though this wasn't my first time seeing him, I still gasped at his substantial size. I hesitated for only a moment before leaning down and taking him into my mouth. Aiden hissed through gritted teeth, his hands roughly tangling in my hair.

"That's it," he groaned, guiding my movements with increasing urgency. "Take more."

I worked him desperately, my tongue swirling around his shaft, taking him deeper with each bob of my head. His grip in my hair was painfully tight, but the slight discomfort only intensified my arousal.

"Fuck," he snarled, his control clearly slipping.

I could feel him approaching his peak, his body tensing beneath my ministrations. But just when I expected him to finish, he pulled me away abruptly.

"Want to try something more exciting?" he asked, his voice strained with effort.

"Look at you," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Already soaked just from the thought of being displayed."

I felt the broad head of his cock pressing against my entrance as I braced myself against the glass. The city sprawled beneath us, making me feel dizzy with both fear and exhilaration.

"Say you want it," he demanded, teasing my entrance with shallow thrusts.

"Please," I begged, all dignity forgotten. "Please fuck me, Aiden."

He let out a savage groan and slammed into me, filling me so completely I saw stars. His hands gripped my hips with bruising force, establishing a punishing rhythm that pushed me harder against the glass with each powerful thrust.

"Look down," he commanded, his voice rough in my ear. "See how high we are while I'm fucking you."

I obeyed, gazing down at the tiny lights of cars and buildings far below, the vertigo intensifying every sensation. The forbidden thrill of being naked against this window, being taken so roughly while overlooking the entire city, pushed me toward a climax more intense than anything I'd ever experienced.

I cried out when he reached around to rub tight circles on my clit. "Oh God—"

"Not yet," he snarled, suddenly pulling out.

Before I could protest, he spun me around and lifted me effortlessly, impaling me on his cock as my back pressed against the cool glass. "I want to see your face when you come."

My legs wrapped around his waist, arms clinging to his shoulders, completely at his mercy. He thrust upward with savage intensity, the contrast between the cold glass at my back and his burning skin against my chest driving me wild.