Chapter 6
Aaron’s arms looped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
He let out a ragged, uneven breath.
His arousal pressing firmly against the soft curve of her stomach.
Even through the thin silk of her nightgown, she could feel the raw, pulsing tension radiating from him.
A sudden, scorching wave of heat surged from her core, sweeping through her entire frame and leaving her breathless.
Kinsley let out a soft, fragmented moan, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.
His lips trailed away from her earlobe, moving in a slow, torturous path down the side of her neck.
“Is this okay?”
The low, magnetic hum of his voice brushed against her eardrum, sparking a violent tremor that raced down her spine.
She breathed out, a shaky, barely audible.
“Yeah…”
“Good girl.”
His fingers hooked into the silk tie of her robe.
A single, deliberate tug, the black lace pooled at her feet like a shadow.
The sudden rush of cool air made her shudder, an instinctive reaction that drove her to arch back, seeking the furnace of his warmth.
His palm swept slowly up her thigh, skimming over her hip before resting on her chest, his thumb teasing the stiff, aching peak of her nipple.
His lips crushed down onto hers, swallowing her gasp.
She tilted her head back, moaning, her hands tangling in his hair before losing their strength, falling against the cold, unyielding wall for support.
“Relax. Give it all to me,” he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly vibration.
His hand drifted along the hem of her panties, tracing the line with agonizing slowness, dictating the very rhythm of her breathing.
She swallowed hard, her mouth parched, her body already aching and slick with want.
“Do you want this?” his voice was raw, frayed at the edges.
“I want it…”
As his fingers brushed past the lace, pressing firmly into the delicate, swollen folds and tracing the tiny, pulsing point, she couldn’t keep her voice from shattering.
He increased the tempo, his touch firmer, more demanding.
Her breath came in ragged, uneven shards.
Right then, the contract, the job—none of it mattered.
She wanted nothing but him.
When his fingertip forced its way into the velvet heat, she gripped his hair, pulling him down to her.
“Aaron… I—”
He cut her off, his voice a soft, dangerous caress.
“Remember, I’m in control.”
“Okay…”
The fire in her core grew with every rhythmic slide of his fingers; she strained against him, her body humming with a desperate, frantic tension.
She forced her eyes open, locking onto his—his gaze was dark, turbulent, drowning in a depth of desire that mirrored her own.
“Aaron……”
The moment the plea escaped her lips, a sudden, blinding wave of pleasure crashed over her.
She screamed, her body convulsing in the storm of his making, until she finally went limp, collapsing into his arms.
“Do you want me?” he whispered, his lips grazing hers.
She nodded, unable to speak, her strength spent.
“Say it. I need to hear it.”
He lifted her, her legs naturally winding around his waist.
The hard, heavy pressure of him braced against her aching core left her with no room to refuse.
“I want you, Aaron…”
“Say it again.”
“I want you. I want you right now…”
The desire in her blood reached a fever pitch; she wanted to hold him, to possess him, to never let him go.
He lowered her onto the bed, the mattress sinking under their weight.
His broad, solid chest pinned her down,his searing lips and tongue mapping every inch of her skin until she felt as though she were burning from the inside out.
Through the ragged veil of her own gasping breaths, she felt the flick of his tongue against her most sensitive, engorged core.
She let out a sharp, jagged scream, her back arching off the mattress in a reflexive, involuntary spasm.
He dictated the pace—tormenting her with a rhythm that shifted from languid, teasing caresses to sharp, demanding pressure, pushing her time and again to the jagged edge of oblivion.
Trembling violently, she succumbed to the mounting waves of pleasure, cresting into a blinding, white-hot climax that left her shattered.
Kinsley curled into him, her breathing erratic and shallow, struggling to anchor herself back to reality.
“Do you want me inside?”
His voice was a whisper, a feather-light touch that grazed her heart.
Her mind was a blank slate, the power of thought having long since evaporated.
She managed only a broken, breathy sound.
“Yes…”
The crisp, sharp sound of foil tearing cut through the air, piercing the haze of her desire.
It took her several long, heavy seconds to fully register what the sound meant.
“You don’t have to…” she murmured.Shewantedto feel every part of him.
ButAaron didn’t seem to hear her—or if he did, he chose to ignore it, his focus narrowed entirely to his own intent.
She felt a flicker of embarrassment, a sudden awareness of her own nakedness and vulnerability.
He pulled her closer, his hands firmly gripping her hips, and in one fluid, authoritative motion, he thrust into her.
A sharp cry was strangled in her throat; the sudden, overwhelming fullness forced her body to tense in shock, a deep, aching stretch that stole the breath right from her lungs.
His breathing turned ragged, the muscles in his arms corded and straining, veins standing out against his skin.
He began to move—a primal, relentless rhythm that sought the absolute depths of her, filling her, breaking her, and putting her back together with every powerful stroke.
As her primal desire surged to its zenith, she abandoned all restraint, finally letting her cries break free, unbridled and raw.
She lifted her hips to meet him, her fingernails digging deep into the dense, solid muscles of his back, leaving a trail of red marks.
“Baby, say my name,” he groaned, his voice raw, gravelly, and ragged.
“Aaron…”
“Louder.”
“Aaron!”
Her voice drove him to the brink of madness.
With every driving movement, her sense of self fragmented, leaving her utterly lost.
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Finally, they clung to each other, trembling, their breath coming in ragged gasps.