Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 318

Aria's pov

I couldn't have held back if I tried. Each stroke of his fingers had me crying out, my hips moving in rhythm with his hand.

"Aiden," I panted, feeling myself climbing toward something magnificent. "I need—I want—"

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice tight with restraint.

"You inside me," I managed. "Now."

He didn't need to be told twice. After quickly removing his boxers, he positioned himself between my legs, the tip of him pressing against my entrance.

Our eyes locked as he pushed forward, slowly filling me inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. The sensation of fullness made me gasp.

"OK?" he asked, his muscles trembling with the effort to stay still.

"More than OK," I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He began to move, setting a rhythm that had me clinging to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.

With each thrust, pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter. Aiden's movements grew more urgent, his breathing harsh against my neck.

"God, Aria," he groaned. "You feel incredible."

I couldn't form words, could only moan as he hit a spot inside me that sent sparks shooting through my veins. My entire body was tensing, climbing toward something monumental.

"Let go," Aiden commanded, his hand slipping between us to press against the bundle of nerves at my center. "Come for me, Princess."

His words, combined with the dual sensation of him inside me and his fingers working their magic, sent me over the edge. I shattered, crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over me.

Aiden followed moments later, his rhythm faltering as he found his own release with a deep groan that reverberated through my very core.

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The next day, Aiden had already left for the office early, heading straight into meetings. Lucy had taken the day off, leaving me a rare opportunity to tackle some household chores. I prepared a simple lunch for myself, and after returning from my afternoon visit to Father, I decided to immerse myself in piano practice.

I played until eight o'clock, the music a soothing balm to my restless mind.

I closed the piano lid and headed back to our bedroom, slipping on a light jacket to ward off the cold. Aiden wasn't in his usual spot in the study, which was strange. He wasn't downstairs either.

Just as I was about to check the basement, the front door opened and Aiden walked in.

"You went out?" I asked, surprise evident in my voice.

"No," he said, closing the door behind him. "Just took a call in the garden." His eyes met mine, then dropped briefly. "Ryan's having a birthday gathering tonight."

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