Chapter 30 Aiden
Aiden
The pale morning light creeps through the blinds, painting streaks of gold across the bedspread as I stir awake.
The room is heavy with the scent of sex—sweat, musk, and the faint sweetness of Mia’s perfume clings to the sheets.
Mia’s moved away from me in the night. I pull her close, so her cheek rests against my chest. She shifts in her sleep and gets comfortable.
Her skin is flushed. Her hair is a tangled mess.
I smile lazily as memories of last night flood back—her moans, her nails raking down my back, the way she whimpered my name as I took her over and over.
I harden, and her thighs shift as if she can feel my arousal.
The sweetness of last night, the need to connect languidly, is not what I want this morning. I want hard and fast. I want to claim.
I trail fingers down her back, stopping at the curve of her ass.
She moans softly and turns her head. Her sleepy eyes blink up at me.
“Morning,” she murmurs, huskily.
“Morning.” My voice is already thick with hunger.
I grab her hip, yanking her onto her back.
Her legs part instinctively as I settle between them.
She gasps when my cock presses against her entrance, already hard and leaking.
“Aiden—” she starts, but I cut her off with a brutal kiss, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
I don’t care about foreplay, don’t care about taking it slow. I need her. Now.
I thrust into her in one savage stroke, her tight, wet cunt clenching around me like a vice.
She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Yes. Like that.”
I fuck her with reckless abandon. The bed creaks, the sound mixes in with the slap of skin against skin and Mia’s desperate moans.
“That’s it,” I grunt, my hands holding her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Take it, Mia. Take every fucking inch.”
She writhes beneath me, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her pussy soaking wet and squeezing me tighter with every stroke.
I can feel her orgasm building, her body trembling as I pound into her relentlessly.
I lean down, sinking my teeth into her nipple.
She screams my name, her cunt pulsating around me as she comes.
“More,” I mutter, pulling out of her.
I flip her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up.
I slam into her from behind.
Mia’s ass jiggles with the force of my thrusts, her face buried in the pillow as she cries out incoherently.
I hold her tight, my cock pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy, the sound obscenely wet and loud.
“Fuck, Mia,” I snarled, my own orgasm approaching fast. “You’re so goddamn tight. I’m gonna fill you up, baby. You want that? You want my cum inside you?”
“Yes!”
Her body convulses as another orgasm wrecks us both.
I let out a guttural groan, my cock jerking as I come deep inside her, hot and thick, painting her insides.
We collapse onto the bed, our breaths ragged, our hearts pounding.
“Wow!” She sounds smug and satisfied. “That’s a very nice way to wake up.”
My hand rests possessively on her belly.
I kiss her temple. “Move back in with me, Mia, and I promise to wake you up every morning like this.”
She stiffens.
I curse myself for letting my tongue do more than taste her.
She raises her head, her eyes hold mine.
She’s not angry. Thank God!
“I need time. We need time.”
No, we don’t, I want to scream.
But I know she does.
It’s going to take the time it takes for her to get past it and learnt to forgive me. But the thing is that she might someday, but I will never forgive myself for cheating on her.
I kiss her temple. “No matter where you live, baby, you’re mine.”
She cups my cheek. “And you’re mine.”
That soothes my aching heart some. “Always, Mia.”
“But we need time to grow up some more…apart.”
“Let’s agree to disagree,” I growl.
I know I’m being an asshole, but I want her back in our home, our lives intertwined. It’s going to kill me to not have her in our bed tonight and tomorrow night and—
“Please, Aiden.”
I nod, my heart hurting like a motherfucker. “Anything you want, baby.”