Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 183

Aria's POV

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting each thrust with one of my own. "Harder," I begged, digging my nails into his shoulders.

He complied, increasing his pace, the sound of skin against skin filling the room alongside our mingled moans. Each thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, building me toward another peak.

I locked eyes with him, drowning in the intensity of his gaze as he reached between us, his thumb circling my clit in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming.

Still basking in the afterglow of our climax, my skin tingled with sensitivity as Aiden wrapped his muscular arm around me. We nestled together on his plush home theater sofa, my naked body pressed against his equally bare chest. The warmth radiating between us felt like a cocoon of intimacy.

"Ready for that thriller I mentioned?" he whispered, his breath tickling my ear and sending a shiver down my spine.

I nodded, tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Mmm, perfect timing."

The massive screen flickered to life as Aiden's fingers danced expertly across the remote. The surround sound system hummed to life, immediately enveloping us in the film's atmospheric soundtrack. The movie started with an intense chase scene that had me gripping his thigh in anticipation.

About twenty-five minutes in, the thriller took an unexpected turn. The male and female leads, who had been circling each other with suspicion, suddenly crashed together in a passionate kiss. Their hands frantically tore at each other's clothes as they stumbled toward a bed.

"Well, this got interesting fast," I murmured, feeling a renewed heat pooling between my thighs.

The theater's 360-degree sound system amplified every gasp, every wet kiss, every whispered curse. The woman's breathy moans filled the room as her partner pushed her against a wall, his hands roughly hiking up her skirt.

"Fuck me harder," the actress demanded on screen, her voice husky with desire.

I squirmed against Aiden, my fingernails digging into the leather sofa beneath us. His hand, which had been innocently resting on my hip, now slid deliberately between my legs.

"Getting ideas?" he growled, his voice deep and commanding as his fingers found my still-sensitive clit.

"God, yes," I gasped, arching against his touch. My body, despite our recent activities, responded instantly to his skillful manipulation.

On screen, the man had bent the woman over a desk, entering her from behind as she cried out in ecstasy. The actress's back arched beautifully as she begged, "Don't stop, don't you fucking stop!"

Aiden's eyes darkened as he watched my reaction. Without warning, he flipped me onto my stomach, positioning me to mirror the scene playing out before us.

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