Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 310

Aria's POV

I felt a delicious flush creep up my neck as I followed his command, my fingers fumbling with the silk belt of my robe, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

"It's open," I whispered, my voice breathy, feeling the cool air kiss my skin as the luxurious fabric parted, revealing more than it concealed.

"Good girl," Aiden's voice dropped an octave, a low, guttural purr that sent delicious shivers down my spine, tightening every muscle in my core. "Now run your fingertips down your neck, slowly."

I did as instructed, my touch feather-light, trailing my fingers from my jawline down the column of my throat, feeling my pulse throb beneath my skin.

"Lower," he commanded, his voice a seductive rasp. "Tell me how it feels."

"Sensitive," I breathed, my fingers continuing their tantalizing path downward, tracing the curve of my collarbone, the swell of my breasts. "I wish they were your hands instead, Aiden."

A deep, satisfied chuckle resonated through the phone, making the device warm against my ear. "Close your eyes and imagine they are, my love."

The rain continued its rhythmic patter against the windows, a hypnotic drumbeat, as I closed my eyes, my breathing becoming shallow, my body a taut bow string.

"Cup your breast," Aiden instructed, his voice a husky whisper, painting vivid images in my mind. "Imagine it's my palm warming your skin, kneading you, teasing your nipple."

My hand moved to follow his words, my breath catching in my throat. "Aiden..."

"I know exactly how you look right now," his voice was thick with desire, the words a rough caress. "Sprawled across our bed, skin flushed a delicious pink, eyes half-closed."

The image he painted was so vivid, so potent, it made me arch slightly, a silent plea. "What would you do if you were here, Aiden?"

"I'd make you beg," he stated matter-of-factly, his tone laced with a promise of exquisite torment. "Now slide your hand lower, Aria. Across your belly, down to where you ache for me."

My fingers trembled as they trailed down my stomach. The silk robe had fallen completely open now, a discarded whisper of fabric, leaving me deliciously exposed to the empty, yet suddenly charged, room.

"Are you wet for me, my sweet?" The question was blunt, demanding, a command rather than a query.

"Yes," I admitted, a scorching heat flooding my cheeks, my body already responding to his every word.

"Touch yourself there. Slowly, Aria. Explore every inch of yourself for me."

I complied, gasping at the contact, the sudden rush of sensation. Through the phone, I heard Aiden's breathing change, becoming more labored, ragged with his own rising desire.

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