Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 216

Aria's POV

My fingers instinctively reached for the hem of Aiden's shirt, tugging at the soft fabric. His intense gaze dropped to where I touched him, those dark eyes turning into bottomless whirlpools of desire.

"Yes," he breathed, his Adam's apple bobbing with restraint.

Despite the heat flooding my cheeks, the hunger deep within me couldn't be denied. I tentatively slid my hand across his shirt, then wrapped my arms around his taut waist, pulling myself into his chest. His familiar cologne enveloped me—richer, more intoxicating than usual from our proximity. The longing I'd been suppressing surged forward, pulled by that masculine scent.

"God, I've missed you, Aiden," I murmured, nuzzling against him.

He chuckled softly, one large hand cradling the back of my neck as he drew me closer. "What a coincidence. I've missed Mrs. Carter just as much."

Without hesitation, I pushed him backward onto the bed, my confidence surging as I straddled his hips. My lips found his in a demanding kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth as my hands traced the contours of his chest.

"I want you," I whispered against his lips. "And this time, I'm taking control."

I reached for his wrists, stretching above his head. "Don't move these," I commanded, grabbing his silk tie from the nightstand and securing his hands to the headboard. His eyes widened with surprise, then darkened with unmistakable lust.

"Aria..." he growled, testing the restraint.

"Shhh," I pressed a finger against his lips. "My turn to play."

Slowly, deliberately, I unbuttoned his shirt, trailing kisses down his exposed chest. His muscles contracted under my touch, his breathing growing heavier with each inch I explored. I took my time, savoring the power of having this strong man at my mercy.

"Fuck," he hissed when my fingers traced the waistband of his pants. "You're driving me crazy."

"That's the idea," I purred, unbuckling his belt with tantalizing slowness. I stripped him bare, admiring the magnificent sight beneath me before removing my own clothes piece by piece. His eyes devoured every inch of exposed skin.

I straddled him again, hovering just above where he wanted me most. "Tell me what you want," I demanded, rocking my hips teasingly.

"You," he groaned. "God, Aria, I need to be inside you."

I lowered myself onto him inch by torturous inch, gasping as he filled me completely. "Oh my God," I moaned, adjusting to his size before starting to move.

I rocked against him, setting a leisurely pace that had us both panting. His hips strained upward, seeking deeper contact.

"Untie me," he demanded, voice strained. "I need to touch you."

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