CHAPTER 102: ITS JUST S*X

{MATURE CONTENT ONLY}

Alexia’s POV

I barely had time to catch my breath before Aiden flipped us, pinning me to the bed with his body pressed firmly against mine. The heat of his skin, the weight of him—it was overwhelming in the best way possible.

His eyes, dark and hooded with lust, trailed over me like he was committing every inch of my exposed skin to memory. My heart pounded so hard I swore he could hear it, but I refused to let him have the satisfaction of knowing just how much he affected me.

At least, I tried to pretend.

But when his lips grazed my stomach, my breath hitched. Shit.

I clenched my hands into the sheets as his mouth traveled lower, his warm breath ghosting over my skin. The way he was taking his time, kissing, tasting, teasing—fuck—he was doing it on purpose, and I knew it.

"Aiden," I breathed, squirming beneath him, heat pooling between my thighs.

He hummed against my skin, his hands sliding up my sides, fingers ghosting the underside of my breasts before retreating—teasing me.

Bastard.

I lifted my hips, rubbing against him, desperate for friction, for more.

That earned me a dark chuckle. "Impatient, are we?" His voice was smug, his lips trailing back up my stomach, his tongue flicking over my ribs before he bit down lightly, just enough to make me jolt.

I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of another whimper.

But when his mouth closed around my nipple—hot and wet, his tongue swirling, sucking just enough to make my back arch off the bed—I felt his smirk against my skin.

Cocky bastard knew he was winning.

My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling hard in frustration, but all that did was make him groan, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure straight between my legs.

"You really shouldn’t do that, Alexia," he rasped, lifting his head slightly, his breath warm against my already over-sensitive skin. "Unless you want me to stop holding back."

Oh, he was definitely holding back.

But so was I.

I narrowed my eyes at him, breathless, my body already betraying me with the way I ached for more. "Who said I want you to hold back?" I challenged.

His expression shifted, darkened—like something inside him snapped.

And then he didn’t hold back.

Before I could process it, he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand, his body pressing me deeper into the mattress. The sudden dominance sent a thrill through me, stealing my breath, but I refused to show weakness.

"Careful what you wish for, princess," he murmured, voice thick with desire.

And then his free hand slid between my legs, over the thin material of my shorts, pressing right where I needed him most.

A sharp gasp tore from my lips.

That smirk was back. "So wet for me already." His fingers stroked me through my shorts, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on mine, reading every reaction like he was memorizing what made me fall apart.

"Aiden," I choked out, my body arching, desperate for more friction.

He leaned down, his lips hovering just above mine. "Say it," he murmured, his fingers pressing harder, teasing me with slow circles that had me spiraling.

"Say what?" I barely managed to ask, my mind foggy with need.

His breath fanned over my lips as he traced the shell of my ear with his tongue before whispering, "That you want me."

I sucked in a sharp breath, my pride warring with my need.

But when he slipped his fingers inside my shorts, finding my bare heat, his fingers sliding through my arousal, I broke.

"Fuck—" I gasped, my back arching.

Aiden chuckled darkly, pleased with himself. "That’s what I thought."

His fingers teased, tracing maddeningly slow circles over my clit, his touch barely enough to satisfy the fire burning inside me. I was aching—desperate for more, but he seemed to enjoy torturing me, watching me squirm beneath him, seeing how long I could last before I completely unraveled.

I hated how easily he controlled my body, how just a flick of his fingers had my breath stuttering, had me clenching around nothing, had me needing him in a way I wasn’t ready to admit.

"Aiden—" I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand, but he held me down, smirking at my frustration.

"Patience, princess," he murmured, voice thick with amusement. "I thought you were stronger than this."

I groaned, my body trembling as he slid a single finger inside me, slow, deliberate, his gaze locked on my face as if watching my every reaction.

I bit my lip, refusing to make a sound, but when he curled his finger, hitting that spot, a broken moan slipped out before I could stop it.

Aiden’s smirk deepened. "There it is."

Cocky bastard.

I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

Summoning whatever self-control I had left, I forced my eyes open, meeting his heated gaze. "You’re enjoying this way too much," I breathed.

He leaned closer, his lips ghosting over mine, his fingers still buried deep inside me. "Of course, I am," he murmured, dragging his finger out agonizingly slow before pushing it back in.

I shuddered. "You—"

Before I could finish, he added another finger, stretching me, making me gasp as pleasure slammed into me, wiping out every coherent thought in my mind.

I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he thrust his fingers deeper, faster, his thumb circling my clit in sync with his movements. The sensations were too much and not enough at the same time.

I was close. So close.

And Aiden knew it.

He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath ragged, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm. "Let go," he whispered, his voice dark, commanding.

I shook my head, stubborn even as my body betrayed me, clenching around his fingers, trembling beneath him.

His lips brushed against mine. "You don’t want to?" His thumb flicked my clit harder. "Or are you scared to admit how much you need me?"

I gasped, my walls tightening, my legs shaking as the pressure built higher and higher, my pride crumbling with it.

Aiden smirked. "Say it."

I bit my lip.

He thrust his fingers deeper, his thumb circling faster, and I shattered.

A sharp cry tore from my lips as pleasure crashed over me, wave after wave pulling me under. My entire body trembled as I rode out my release, clenching around his fingers, my nails digging into his back as I fell apart beneath him.

Aiden groaned, watching me, his expression dark with hunger. He didn’t stop—his fingers kept moving, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I was a mess beneath him, gasping for air, my body completely wrecked.

He finally pulled his fingers from me, his gaze locked onto mine as he slowly brought them to his lips and sucked them clean.

I watched, my breath catching, heat pooling all over again.

"Sweet," he murmured, his smirk turning wicked. "Just like I imagined."

I should have been embarrassed.

But I wasn’t.

Because the way he was looking at me—the way his eyes darkened, his jaw clenched, his body tense like he was barely holding himself together—I knew he wanted more.

And for once, I didn’t want to fight it.

I reached for him, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss.

He groaned against my lips, his body pressing against mine, his arousal thick and hard against my thigh.

Aiden groaned against my lips, his body pressing even harder against mine, trapping me between him and bed. I could feel him—hot, hard, and aching beneath his pants, his restraint hanging by a thread.

I smirked against his lips, tilting my hips just enough to brush against his arousal, drawing a sharp breath from him. His fingers dug into my thighs, his grip tightening as he growled, his self-control visibly slipping.

"You think you’re in control now?" His voice was dark, teasing, but there was an edge to it—one that sent a shiver down my spine.

I leaned in, brushing my lips against his jaw, my voice low and sweet. "I know I am."

That did it.

Aiden cursed under his breath, his hands leaving my thighs to grab my wrists, pinning them above my head against the bed board again. His lips crashed against mine in a desperate, hungry kiss—one that left me breathless, left me wanting, left me needing more.

I gasped against his mouth, my body arching into his as his knee slipped between my legs, pressing against my still-sensitive center. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I whimpered, my pride bruising at how easily he could unravel me.

Aiden pulled back slightly, his breath warm against my lips. "Now who’s in control?"

Smug bastard.

I glared at him, but before I could come up with a smart remark, his lips were at my throat, kissing, sucking, biting—leaving marks that burned against my skin in the most delicious way.

I gasped, tilting my head to give him more access, my breath hitching when he dragged his tongue along the sensitive skin beneath my jaw.

His grip on my wrists tightened. "You like that, don’t you?"

I refused to answer.

Aiden chuckled darkly. "Still stubborn, huh?" His free hand trailed down my body, slipping beneath my shirt lifting it up, his fingers grazing my heated skin. "Let’s see how long that lasts."

I sucked in a breath when his hand found my breast, his fingers rolling over my already aching nipple. My back arched, pressing into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips before I could stop it.

Aiden groaned, his mouth moving lower, lower—his lips trailing down my collarbone, his teeth grazing my skin as he worshipped my body with slow, deliberate movements.

I was burning for him.

And he knew it.

His fingers left my breast, dragging down my stomach, teasing the waistband of my shorts again. My breath hitched.

"Aiden—"

He hummed against my skin, his teeth nipping my shoulder. "Say it."

I knew what he wanted.

And I hated how badly I wanted to give it to him.

But I also wasn’t going to make this easy for him.

So I lifted my leg, rubbing deliberately against the bulge in his pants, smirking when I felt him twitch beneath me.

Aiden groaned, his grip on my wrists tightening as he cursed under his breath.

"You really like playing with fire, don’t you?"

I only smiled.

Aiden pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his dark eyes burning into mine.

"Fine," he murmured, voice rough, dangerous. "You want to play? Let’s play."

Before I could process his words, his fingers dipped under

my shorts, slipping beneath the fabric of my panties.

My breath caught.

"Aiden—"

But it was too late.

His fingers slid against my already soaked folds, moving with an unbearable slowness that had my entire body trembling against him.

I bit my lip, trying to stifle my moan, but he felt it—the way my body tensed, the way my hips instinctively rolled into his touch.

Aiden chuckled darkly. "That’s what I thought."

And then—without warning—he pushed a finger inside me.

I cried out, my body arching against him as he stretched me, his movements slow, torturous, deliberate.

"You’re so wet for me even after cumming already," he murmured against my ear, his voice thick with pure sin. "Are you sure you don’t feel anything?"

I hated him for asking that.

Hated him for making me doubt myself.

But I couldn’t answer—not when he added another finger, curling just right, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through me.

My head fell back against the door, my legs trembling around his waist.

Aiden groaned, watching me come undone, his eyes dark with lust.

"Let go, Alexia," he whispered, his thumb pressing right against my clit. "Come for me."

And I did. Again

My body shattered beneath him, pleasure surging through every inch of me as I fell apart in his arms, his name tumbling from my lips like a broken prayer.

Aiden cursed, his grip tightening, his mouth crashing against mine as he swallowed every moan, every gasp, every piece of me.

And as I trembled in his arms, breathless and wrecked, I realized something terrifying.

This was never going to be just sex.

No matter how much we tried to deny it.

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Aiden pulled back slightly, his breathing heavy, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my trembling thighs. His eyes met mine, dark and unreadable, filled with something I couldn’t quite place.

Then, with a swift, practiced motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, dragging them down my legs with ease. The cool air sent a shiver up my spine, but I barely had time to react before he was doing the same with his jeans, shoving them down just enough to free himself.

He settled between my legs again, his warmth pressing against me, sending a fresh wave of anticipation through my already wrecked body.

"This is gonna hurt a little," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. His fingers traced soothing patterns along my hip, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Since it’s your second time, it won’t be as bad—but you came twice already, so it should help."

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my ears. I should have felt nervous. I should have hesitated.

But all I could focus on was him. The way his body felt against mine. The way his breath mingled with mine, hot and teasing. The way he was looking at me—like I was something he wanted to devour and protect all at once.

I bit my lip, nodding. "Okay."

Aiden exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening on my hips. And then, with agonizing slowness, he began to push inside me.