Aria's POV
I struggled to straighten myself up: "No problem. I'll stand at the door and see you off."
Aiden frowned, clearly unsatisfied with my answer. But he didn't say anything, turning to get in the car.
I smiled as I watched Aiden get in the car, then turned to go back inside. Suddenly, a sharp pain in my knee made my leg buckle.
Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough to grab the door frame.
I had just steadied myself when I heard the harsh sound of brakes. Confused, I looked outside.
Wait, hadn't the car already left? Why was it backing up?
As I stood there puzzled, the rear door opened and Aiden stepped out.
"Do you have something else to tell me?" he demanded.
I was confused. What should I say?
After thinking for a moment, I said, "Goodbye, I hope everything goes well for you."
"Hmm?" His tone made it clear he didn't accept that answer.
Before I could explain, Aiden was beside me. Without warning, he bent down and scooped me up. Before I could even gasp, he carried me back inside the house.
"Aren't you supposed to catch a flight?" I protested.
These flights don't wait for anyone!
Aiden completely ignored my concerns, carrying me straight to the bedroom instead of the living room sofa. His expression unreadable, he gently placed me on the bed.
"What are you—" I started to ask, but was cut off when his lips crashed against mine.
This kiss was completely different from our previous ones—it was hungry, demanding, almost desperate. His hands moved to frame my face, holding me in place as his tongue sought entrance.
I gasped in surprise, and he took advantage to deepen the kiss until I felt dizzy. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark with desire.
"I've wanted to do this since yesterday, but damn work kept getting in the way," he said in a low, rough voice.
Before I could respond, his mouth was on my neck, leaving burning kisses along my collarbone. His hands slipped under my shirt, fingers splaying across my bare skin.
"Ah... Aiden!"
He stopped, looking at me with those intense eyes. "Say it again."
"What?"
"My name. Say it."
I said, "Aiden." My injured leg ached somewhat, but I didn't want to stop because of it. I craved Aiden.
Something flashed in his eyes—satisfaction, perhaps possession. He rewarded me with a fiery kiss and pushed my shirt up to reveal my lace bra.
"Listen, I want you to call my name when you come, whether it's me making you come or when you're touching yourself!" he commanded, his fingers tracing the edge of my bra before skillfully unclasping it.
When his mouth sealed over my breast, I couldn't help but moan. "Aiden!"
His hands were everywhere—skimming my sides, gripping my hips, sliding beneath my waistband. I was lost in sensation until I felt cool air on bare skin and realized he'd removed the rest of my clothes.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes taking in every inch of me.
He stripped off his own shirt, revealing the perfectly sculpted chest I'd only glimpsed before. When his pants followed, I couldn't tear my eyes away from his thick, impressive length.
Aiden positioned himself between my legs, hands gently parting my thighs. His fingers found me wet and ready, drawing gasps from my lips as he caressed me.
"Come on, say my name," he demanded again, increasing the pressure.
"Aiden," I moaned, my hips involuntarily lifting toward his touch.
He smiled with satisfaction, then lowered his head to replace his fingers with his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—his tongue working expertly around my most sensitive spot while his fingers slid inside.
Just as the tension built to an unbearable peak, he moved up my body, positioning himself at my entrance. We locked eyes as he slowly pushed forward.
"Ahhh!" I cried out, but not from pleasure. Instead, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through my previously injured leg. I'd been so caught up in excitement that I'd forgotten to protect my leg.

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