Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 197

Aria's POV

I felt each step Aiden took up the stairs vibrate through me, my heart racing faster with every movement.

My breathing, which had barely settled, quickened again as I tilted my head back to admire the perfect angle of his jaw. God, even his jawline turned me on.

"Shower time," I suggested, peering up at him through my lashes, not even trying to hide the desire in my eyes.

Aiden's gaze locked with mine, intense and knowing. "Together?"

That single word sent electricity racing down my spine. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

In our bathroom, Aiden flipped on the lights, illuminating the spacious marble sanctuary. The enormous walk-in shower with its rainfall head stood opposite a giant mirror that spanned the entire wall—one of those fancy anti-fog ones that somehow stayed perfectly clear no matter how steamy the room got. The soft recessed lighting created a warm glow against the slate gray tiles.

I barely had time to appreciate the luxury before Aiden's hands were on my waist, spinning me toward him. His mouth crushed against mine, hungry and demanding. My fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

"Impatient, aren't we?" he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire.

"Shut up," I breathed, finally getting his shirt open and running my hands over his chest. "You know what you do to me."

He chuckled, deep and low, the sound reverberating through me as he reached behind me to unzip my dress. It pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my lace underwear. His eyes darkened as they roamed over me.

"Jesus, Aria," he growled, his hands sliding down to cup my ass.

I worked his belt loose, pushing his pants down his hips. "Less talking, more naked."

Under the warm spray of the shower, Aiden pinned me against the cool tile wall, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my neck. Water cascaded over us, making our skin slick as his hands explored every inch of me. His fingers slid between my legs, finding me already wet for him.

"Fuck," I gasped as he stroked me, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Don't tease me tonight."

"What do you want?" he demanded, his voice rough against my ear, his fingers still working their magic.

"You. Inside me. Now."

Aiden spun me around suddenly, maneuvering us out of the shower and toward the massive mirror. I caught our reflection—my flushed cheeks, his intense eyes, both of us dripping wet—before he bent me forward, my hands bracing against the counter.

"Look at yourself," he commanded, positioning himself behind me. "I want you to see what I see."

The anti-fog mirror captured every detail with perfect clarity—my parted lips, my desperate eyes, the water droplets trailing down between my breasts. Aiden's large hands gripped my hips, and I watched in the mirror as he slowly pushed inside me, stretching me deliciously.

"Oh my God," I moaned, my eyes threatening to flutter closed at the sensation.

"Eyes open," he ordered, one hand sliding up to tangle in my wet hair. "Watch us."

I couldn't look away if I tried. The mirror reflected everything—his powerful chest behind me, the muscles in his arms flexing with each thrust, the place where our bodies joined. I could see myself taking him, see the pleasure written across my own face.

"You look so fucking beautiful like this," he groaned, his pace increasing. "Taking me so well."

The dual sensation of feeling him and watching him fuck me pushed me toward the edge embarrassingly fast. My knuckles turned white against the marble countertop as I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts.

"Aiden," I panted, "I'm close. Please don't stop."

His eyes met mine in the mirror, intense and burning. One hand snaked around to where we were joined, his fingers finding my clit with practiced ease.

I couldn't hold back, not with the visual stimulation combined with the physical. My orgasm crashed through me in waves, my inner walls clenching around him as I cried out his name. I watched my own face contort with pleasure in the mirror, saw my back arch and my mouth fall open.

Aiden groaned behind me, his rhythm faltering as he followed me over the edge, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks.

But Aiden wasn't finished. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed my back against the wall. The cool surface contrasted with his burning hot skin.

"Look at me while I fuck you," he demanded, his blue eyes locked on mine as he thrust upward.

My head fell back against the wall, but he caught my chin. "I said look at me."

The dominance in his voice sent another wave of pleasure crashing through me. I forced my heavy eyelids open, meeting his gaze as he claimed me completely.

"That's it, princess. Take all of me."

We moved to the edge of the bed next, my legs over his shoulders in a position that had him hitting spots inside me I never knew existed. The pressure built so intensely that black spots danced in my vision.

"Aiden, I can't—it's too much," I gasped, my body overstimulated beyond comprehension.

"You can take it," he insisted, never slowing. "Give me one more."

My third orgasm hit with such force that I nearly blacked out, my consciousness wavering as pleasure overrode every other sense. I distantly heard myself screaming his name, my body arching off the bed.

When I came back to myself, Aiden was groaning above me, his muscles tensing as he finally found his release. He collapsed beside me, both of us panting and slick with sweat.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, pulling me against his chest. "You nearly killed me, Aria."

I laughed weakly, my limbs feeling like jelly. "Me? I'm the one who almost passed out."

His arms tightened around me possessively. "Worth it though, right?"

I nuzzled against him, completely spent. "Definitely worth it."