Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 323

Aiden’s POV

I watched Aria collapse against me, her body still trembling from the orgasm I'd just given her. Those little whimpers she tried to suppress against my shoulder were driving me insane. The way she sank her teeth into my shoulder—I'd have to remember to save this jacket.

Seeing her like this—completely undone, vulnerable, her defenses shattered—it was becoming an addiction. Each time I broke through that stubborn wall she kept trying to build between us, the victory felt sweeter than the last.

"Let's go home," I whispered against her hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her shampoo mixed with the unmistakable musk of arousal. My cock was painfully hard, straining against my zipper, but I'd wait. I wanted her in our bed, where I could take my time. Where she could scream my name without worrying about her father hearing.

The drive home was torture. My hand rested possessively on her thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Every subtle shift of her body, every quickened breath when my fingers inched higher—it was all fuel to the fire burning inside me.

"You're unusually quiet," I remarked, glancing sideways at her flushed face. The streetlights flashed across her features, highlighting the swell of her lips, still pink from my kisses.

"Just... thinking," she murmured, her voice still holding that delicious post-orgasm huskiness.

"About what I'm going to do to you when we get home?" I asked, allowing my fingers to drift higher, grazing the damp spot on her shorts.

She inhaled sharply. "Aiden..."

"Because I've been thinking about it all day," I continued, not letting her finish whatever protest she was formulating. "Sitting through that business dinner was hell, Aria. All I could think about was being inside you."

Her thighs pressed together, trapping my hand. Not to push it away, I noticed, but to increase the pressure. God, this woman was going to be the death of me.

When we finally pulled into our driveway, I could barely contain myself. The garage door closed behind us with agonizing slowness. The moment it clicked shut, I was out of my seat, rounding the car to open her door before she could even reach for the handle.

"Eager?" she teased, a hint of confidence returning to her voice.

I didn't bother with a verbal response. Instead, I pulled her from the car and against me in one smooth motion, capturing her mouth in a kiss that left no doubt about my intentions. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her body melting against mine as if it belonged there. Because it did.

"Upstairs," I growled against her lips. "Now."

She nodded, breathless, but when I released her, she surprised me by grabbing my tie, using it to tug me toward the stairs. This side of Aria—playful, demanding, confident in her power over me—was a revelation I was still getting used to.

We barely made it to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. My jacket and tie landed somewhere near. By the time we stumbled through our bedroom door, she was down to her bra and already-soaked panties, and I had lost my shirt.

"On the bed," I ordered, my voice rough with need as I worked at my belt buckle. "I want you spread out for me."

"You," she breathed, her hands clutching at my shoulders. "All of you. Hard. Please."

That was all I needed. I drove forward, burying myself completely inside her with a groan that came from somewhere primal within me. Her answering cry was music to my ears.

"This is what happens," I growled, establishing a punishing rhythm that had the headboard slamming against the wall, "when you try to run from me."

Each thrust punctuated my words. Her nails raked down my back, spurring me on. I could feel her tightening around me already, her body more responsive than I'd ever known a woman to be.

"You're mine," I continued, reaching between us to circle her clit with my thumb. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she gasped, her eyes locked with mine despite the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. "Only yours, Aiden."

I could feel my own release building, the pressure at the base of my spine intensifying with each thrust into her perfect body. "Come for me again," I demanded, pressing harder on her clit. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

Her entire body tensed, back arching impossibly high as she shattered beneath me, my name a broken cry on her lips. The pulsing of her inner walls around me was too much. I drove into her one final time, holding deep as my orgasm ripped through me, filling her with hot spurts of my release.

Collapsing beside her, I pulled her sweat-slicked body against mine, pressing kisses to her temple, her cheek, anywhere I could reach.