Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 334

Aria's POV

The steam embraced us like a warm cloud as Aiden lowered me into the vast tub, the hot water enveloping my sensitized skin and drawing a soft gasp from my lips. He stepped in behind me, his powerful frame displacing water that lapped at the edges of the marble bath.

"Come here," he commanded softly, settling against the sloped back of the tub and pulling me between his thighs, my back against his chest.

I melted against him, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder as his strong arms encircled my waist. The sandalwood-scented water soothed my aching muscles, evidence of our passionate encounter on the piano. My mind flashed to that moment – my body splayed across the glossy black lid, Aiden towering over me with that possessive gleam in his eyes. The memory alone was enough to quicken my breath.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice rumbled against my ear, low and intimate, as his hands began a lazy exploration of my submerged body.

"You," I admitted, turning my face slightly to press my lips against his jaw. "Us. On the piano."

His chest vibrated with a pleased chuckle. "Good. That's exactly what I wanted." His fingers traced idle patterns across my stomach, dipping lower with each circuit. "I meant what I said, Aria. Every time you sit at that piano..."

"I'll remember," I breathed, shifting restlessly as his touch became more purposeful. "How could I possibly forget?"

One of his hands rose to brush wet hair from my neck, exposing it to his lips. "You'd be surprised how short a woman's memory can be," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot compared to the cooling bath water. "Sometimes, reminders are necessary."

Before I could form a response, his teeth grazed the sensitive juncture between my neck and shoulder, sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine. Simultaneously, his other hand slipped between my thighs, finding me with unerring accuracy.

"Aiden!" I gasped, arching against him as his clever fingers began a rhythm designed to drive me mad.

"Shh," he soothed, though I could hear the smile in his voice. "Let me take care of you, baby."

My hands gripped his powerful thighs on either side of me, nails digging into his flesh as he continued his delicious torment. Water sloshed around us, threatening to spill over the edge of the tub with our movements.

"Look at you," he whispered hotly against my ear. "So responsive. So perfect. Do you have any idea what you do to me, Aria?"

I could feel exactly what I did to him pressing insistently against my lower back, but words failed me as his fingers increased their pace, pushing me rapidly toward another release. My breath came in short, desperate pants, my body tensing like a bowstring about to snap.

"That's it," he encouraged, his free hand moving to cup my breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart again."

His words combined with his expert touch sent me over the edge. I cried out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my body convulsing in his arms. He held me firmly through it all, murmuring praise against my skin as I trembled and gasped.

As I slowly returned to myself, I felt his arousal still pressing urgently against me. I shifted, turning in his arms despite the water that splashed over the tub's edge at my movement.

"Your turn," I whispered, straddling his hips and reaching between us.

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