Aria's POV
When we reached our climax together, Aiden let out a deep groan and held me tightly against him.
His cock pulsed inside me as he released, filling me with his warmth and making me shudder once more. Unlike his usual practice of withdrawing immediately afterward, this time he maintained our connection, tenderly cradling me in his arms.
His breath warmed my ear as his arms encircled me, holding me with unusual reverence. I reached up to stroke his sweat-dampened neck, my fingers threading through his hair. In his intoxicated state, he was exceptionally gentle—gone was his usual composed control, replaced by a vulnerability I'd never witnessed before.
Lying in his embrace, feeling my heartbeat gradually slow, I couldn't help but think: right now, he seemed like he truly loved me. The thought made my heart flutter. No, Aria, don't be foolish. This is just the alcohol talking.
I shifted slightly, preparing to get up. "I should take a shower."
"Don't go." His voice carried an undeniable command as his arms tightened around me.
"Aiden, I'm covered in sweat," I tried to explain, my palm gently pushing against his chest.
Instead of releasing me, he rolled to his side, pinning me beneath him as he resumed kissing my neck. "You don't need to be that clean," he murmured, his hand sliding down along my waist. "I like you this way."
I felt him hardening again, pressing against my inner thigh. "Wait, Aiden... I really need to—"
"Are you that eager to leave me?" He suddenly lifted his head, looking directly into my eyes with an expression that seemed almost wounded. "Am I so lacking in appeal that you'd rather shower than stay with me?"
His words stunned me. How could Aiden, usually so confident and commanding, ask such a thing? I cupped his face in my hands. "No, that's not it. You... you don't know how captivating you are."
A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he leaned down to bite my lower lip gently before releasing it. "Prove it to me."
He sat up, pulling me onto his lap with my back to him. I felt his burning hardness pressing against my already oversensitive entrance, slowly pushing inside. This angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper, drawing a sharp cry from my lips.
One hand gripped my waist while the other wrapped around from behind to caress my breast. "Hold onto the headboard," he instructed.
Trembling, I obeyed, gripping the bed frame tightly. He began moving with slow, powerful thrusts, each one striking precisely at my most sensitive spot. Already depleted from our previous climax, I could only rely on his support and the stability of the headboard to keep from collapsing.
"Aiden... it's too much..." I whimpered, feeling myself approaching another peak.
"Take all of it," he growled against my ear, increasing his pace. "Oh, Aria, you drive me wild."
His possessiveness was so intense it made me tremble, yet it also triggered an even stronger response from my body. When his fingers found where we were joined, pressing against my most sensitive spot, I couldn't hold back any longer. My body went rigid as waves of pleasure crashed through me like electric currents.
Feeling my climax, Aiden's movements became even more frenzied. He held me tight, letting out a primal roar as he released inside me once again. We collapsed onto the bed together, sweat and other fluids mingling between us, neither wanting to be the first to separate.
After a long while, I felt his fingers gently combing through my damp hair. "Stay," his voice held an unusual note of pleading. "Stay with me all night."
I didn't answer with words, only nodded.
He was clingy and endearing when drunk—so different from his usual self.
Aria's POV

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