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Something changed in the air, in my body, mind, and soul once I finished pouring my fears and tears right there in his arms inside this oddly cozy room in Laurent & Cie's building.
Aaron's arms around my shoulders and waist feel too safe, like I can be anything, nothing, and everything at the same time. His eyes follow mine with patience and understanding, my nerves calming down as a strong sense of safety and relief rushes through my body.
His confession makes my toes curl in excitement and nervousness in a good way. The small sound of his chuckle feels like a bandage over wounds I thought would never be seen.
It's… not that bad.
The feeling of being held as I scatter into pieces, the warmth of his arms and breath. And in that moment, I dared to dare again.
Aaron's arctic-blue eyes sparkle with tenderness and certainty. My hand finds its way to his cheek—soft and flawless, beautiful in a way that would make angels shy.
I feel his pulse under my fingers, fast, loud, and vivid.
"Princess," his voice is hoarse with desire and love, Adam's apple bobbing, his breathing fast and heavy.
"Aaron… How serious are you about me?" I whisper, my words coming out softer and shakier.
Aaron's hand rests over mine, pressing my palm more firmly against his cheek. His hand is bigger, swallowing mine whole.
"If I were ever presented with the choice to choose between you and everything else…" He leans closer, the sky rumbling harder outside, thunder shaking both the building and my hand, and lightning lighting up the near-dark room enough for me to see his eyes better.
Something raw and predatory, possessiveness, makes his eyes glint dangerously. I try to find any bluff in his words, but I find none.
My breath catches in my throat.
"I would choose you without even blinking. And I don't bluff."
Oh God.
I have no fucking idea if this is going to be my biggest mistake or my best decision. There are only two ways this thing can go.
Either I will get old and gray with this man… or one of us will be reduced to ashes.
This danger, this temptation of something intense and extreme, his hand on my waist tightens, asking for permission for something more.
His lips part slightly; his face, though calm, carries the weight of something far deeper, a storm I have no idea about.
Yet I want to get lost in it. I want to see the end of this fire and ice between us. I want to get fucking ruined by this gorgeous man—once and for all.
My body feels hot and alive, his breath fanning against my skin, his long eyelashes brushing against me, and one move from me…
We'll be stepping into forbidden territory, but this time, both of us will be sober.
"Fuck it," I mutter, frustrated by my own overthinking.
Aaron's eyes widen, because before he can even respond, I press my lips against his.
Once again, I invite him, but this time, I am fully sober and ready to face the best or the worst.
Aaron responds with equal certainty, his hand slipping behind the small of my back, pulling me flush against him.
I open my mouth for his tongue to invade, and he takes the hint instantly, without a second thought.
"You are mine, Princess. And no matter what happens, I'm not letting you go," he growls low against my mouth.
I gasp, rubbing my thumb right over his pulse point. "Then don't. Hold me, love me, worship the ground I walk on."
Those words… I've never said them to anyone. I've always downplayed my desire for intensity—for something dark and raw.
People hate possessiveness, protection, madness, and obsession.
But it's all I've ever prayed for. Because in love, I am everything but some soft, submissive girl.
He smirks, rolling me under him, pressing his weight over me, his eyes locked on mine. "Think it's done? I don't do mediocre."
My heart skips a beat at the raw obsession and possessiveness in his voice. His tone is low and deep, sending shivers down my spine, making my knees buckle.
"Good," I say without blinking under his intense gaze. "I don't want mediocre either."
He just smiles before kissing me again, this time deeper, speaking the silent language only the two of us can understand.
Aaron slips his hand under my sweater and takes it off in a swift motion, leaving me naked under him.
His eyes intense, "I have been dreaming of you under me ever since that night." He leans down, trailing my jaw with his lips, making me gasp and clutch his shoulder.
I feel electric; his hard-on pressed against my core makes my stomach do those weird flips.
His hands on my body were intentional, roaming around my back and stomach. Soft shudder gasps leave my mouth incoherent. This man has his way of making women lose their sanity.
"You are fucking gorgeous, Princess. So fucking beautiful," he squeezes my boob before unhooking my bra and throwing it somewhere in the room.
"Lift your hips, Princess."
His commands make me shiver as I lift my hips and watch him taking off my skirt and panty.
I inhale sharply, all naked under his predatory gaze. I still remember that one-night stand from last week. His strong muscles, toned abs, and sexy V-lines.
The broad shoulder of his, which is always upright and elegant in a way a man shouldn't be.
"Stop staring," I whisper, feeling my cheeks turning red seeing him sitting on his heels between my heels and fucking me through his eyes.
Being conscious, I try to hide my breasts as if he hasn't seen it all.
His eyes darken, gently slapping away my hands from covering. He growls low and dangerous, "Don't try to hide yourself from me." His large hand frame one breast firmly, making me hold in my breath.
The air around Aaron always shifts from soft and warm to dark and predatory in the blink of an eye; it's like I have been seeing two sides of him who have two different attitudes.
"Princess..." He rubs his thumb over my sensitive perk, and I moan unintentionally, arching my back, begging for more than just this...
"Please..." A desperate whisper makes me look at him with desire and vulnerability I had no idea I could feel.
Aaron smirks, dipping his head down, his breath tickling my perky nipples, making them more needy.
"Please what, Princess?" He teases.
I bite my lips, knowing exactly what he wants me to say....
and I give it to him.
"Please fuck me raw and senseless."
Never in my life have I asked any man to fuck me like I am begging him to give it to me instead of teasing me with his hard-on.
Aaron is still fully dressed, sleeves rolled up, exposing his sexy, strong forearms; due to his sitting position, I can see the outline of his muscular thigh against his trousers and big bulge.
He takes one of my nipples in his mouth and hums in satisfaction and whispers, "I like you begging to get fucked like a whore."
I moan, both at the sensation of his wet warm mouth sucking my nipples and also at the way he called me a whore.
This dirty talk in his mouth sounds like hearing live smut. The downpour outside hits the glass window with chilling wind slipping through cracks in the window.
Only my gasp and his deep humming, along with the wet sound of his tongue against my nipple, echo inside the room against the rain, making this entire situation more erotic than it already is...
And I just know....
I am getting fucked real good today, and I won't mind a sore back tomorrow or for the next few days.