Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 333

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Aria's POV

"Aiden," I whispered, my voice raw with need as I reached for him, fingers trembling. The cool surface of the piano pressed against my back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body.

"You stopped playing," he observed, his breathing ragged, eyes dark with desire. He gripped my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh with delicious intensity that would surely leave marks. I couldn't bring myself to care.

"The lesson... is over," I managed between desperate gasps, arching toward him.

A low, rough laugh escaped him, the sound vibrating through me. "Baby, we haven't even gotten to the main course yet." His voice was deep, husky with promise as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.

In one fluid motion, he thrust into me—a deep, claiming stroke that filled me completely. A choked sob of pleasure tore from my throat. My head fell back, nails digging into the solid muscles of his shoulders as he set a punishing, exhilarating pace. The piano lid remained solid and unyielding beneath me, anchoring me as Aiden pushed me toward the edge again.

"Look at me." His command was unmistakable as he cupped my jaw, forcing my gaze to his. The intensity there was a physical force—possessive, demanding. "Every time you sit at this piano," he said, each word punctuated by a deep, rolling thrust that stole my breath, "I want you to remember this. Remember who you belong to. Remember how you feel right now, spread out on this piano for me."

My response died in my throat as a particularly well-aimed thrust sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. Instead, I whimpered, clinging to him as if he were my only anchor in a storm.

"Say it," he demanded, slowing his movements to an agonizing crawl. "Tell me you'll remember."

"I'll remember," I gasped, desperate for him to continue. "Aiden, please—I'll remember everything."

Satisfaction flashed in his eyes before he claimed my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries as he resumed his relentless rhythm. My world narrowed to nothing but sensation—his hands gripping, guiding, his body moving against mine, the building pressure threatening to consume me entirely.

"That's my girl," he murmured against my lips, one hand sliding between our bodies to touch me where I needed him most. "Let go for me, Aria. Now."

His words, combined with the precise pressure of his fingers, catapulted me over the edge. I shattered, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Distantly, I heard him groan my name as he followed, his movements becoming erratic before he stilled, his forehead pressed against mine.

For several long moments, we remained frozen, our ragged breathing the only sound in the moonlit room. Finally, Aiden moved, carefully lifting me from the piano. My legs felt boneless, unable to support my weight. He seemed to sense this, gathering me in his arms with surprising gentleness.

"I've got you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. With remarkable care, he lowered us both to the thick Persian rug beside the piano, arranging me across his chest. I nestled into him, savoring the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my ear.

As our breathing slowed, I began to trace the defined lines of his abdomen with my fingertips, marveling at the contrast between the hard planes of muscle and the unexpected softness of his skin.

"So," I murmured, my voice husky from crying out, "was *that* the digestive exercise you had in mind at dinner?"

His arm tightened around me, and I felt the curve of his smile against my hair. "That, Aria," he said, his voice a dark promise of things to come, "was just the appetizer."

A delicious shiver ran through me at his words. "If that was just the appetizer, I'm not sure I'll survive the main course."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling pleasantly against my cheek. "You'll manage," he said, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along my spine. "I have faith in your... stamina."