CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER : 53 : IT’S GETTING MESSIER!

Aiden’s voice was low, dangerous, filled with heat that made Lysandra’s entire body tremble. She had straddled him boldly, whispering those daring words, but now — pinned beneath the intensity of his icy-blue eyes — she felt every shred of her composure slipping away.

His hand slid from her waist up to her back, curling into the fabric of her dress. "You’ve been teasing me all evening, Ly. You have no idea how badly I’ve been holding back."

Her breath hitched. "S-Sir Aiden..."

He silenced her with a kiss, rougher than before, stealing the air from her lungs. She gasped into his mouth as his tongue claimed hers, his free hand cupping her breast possessively through the dress. The moan that spilled out of her throat was muffled against his lips, her hips jerking involuntarily against his.

Aiden growled softly, breaking the kiss only to trail down her jaw to her throat. His lips, his teeth, his tongue — each touch made her shiver. When his teeth grazed the sensitive spot at her collarbone, her nails dug into his shoulders.

"You like when I do this," he whispered, voice rough against her skin.

She whimpered, arching her neck to give him more access. "Y-Yes... gods, yes..."

That was all the permission he needed. His hands tugged at the laces of her dress, pulling them loose with little patience. Lysandra gasped, clutching at his wrists. "Wait—! My dress—"

Aiden pulled back just enough to look at her, his smirk wicked. "I don’t care about the dress. I care about you."

With one sharp tug, the bodice loosened, sliding down her shoulders. Her green skin, flushed pink with heat, was revealed inch by inch. Her breasts strained against the thin undergarment beneath, the rise and fall of her chest quick and uneven.

"A-Aiden..." she breathed, her crimson eyes wide, shame and desire warring within them.

He cupped her cheek with surprising gentleness. "If you want me to stop, say it now."

Her lips parted, but no words came. Instead, she leaned forward, kissing him hard — desperate, needy.

That was answer enough.

His hands moved with new purpose, sliding the fabric further down until her breasts spilled free. The sight made his breath catch — full, firm, tipped with dusky pink buds already hardened from arousal.

"Beautiful..." he murmured, reverence lacing his tone even as his hunger burned hotter.

Lysandra flushed deep crimson, instinctively crossing her arms to cover herself. "D-Do not stare..."

Aiden chuckled, catching her wrists and gently pulling them aside. "Don’t hide from me. Not tonight."

Before she could protest again, his mouth closed over one taut nipple.

"Ahhh—!" Lysandra cried out, her head falling back. Her hands flew to his hair, clutching him tight as his tongue swirled around her sensitive peak. He sucked firmly, teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper. His other hand kneaded her second breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

Her cries grew louder, sharper. "A-Aiden—! Oh gods—!"

Every sound only spurred him on. He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with equal attention, sucking until she was writhing atop his lap, her hips rocking against him in desperation.

He released her with a wet pop, looking up at her flushed face with a wolfish grin. "That’s the sound I wanted to hear."

She shuddered, panting heavily, her lips trembling as she whispered, "You’re... insufferable..."

"And you’re mine." His hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips firmly. "All mine."

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Aiden’s grip on her hips tightened, pulling her down against the hardness straining beneath his sleeping trousers. Lysandra gasped at the pressure, her thighs trembling as the heat pooling inside her grew unbearable.

"A-Aiden... it’s... too much..." she whispered, though her body betrayed her words by pressing closer.

He smirked against her skin, kissing a line down from the valley of her breasts to the soft plane of her stomach. "Too much? I’ve barely started."

Before she could respond, his hands slid to the hem of her dress. He tugged it upward, inch by inch, revealing smooth thighs flushed with heat. Lysandra whimpered, her hands grabbing at his wrists.

"Aiden—! I—this is—"

"Shh." He kissed the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver racing up her spine. "Trust me."

Her protests melted into a sharp moan when his lips brushed higher, so close to the damp fabric of her undergarments that she nearly buckled. The scent of her arousal was thick, sweet, intoxicating.

"Gods, Ly..." His voice was low, reverent, as his fingers hooked into the waistband. "You’re already soaked for me."

Her face burned crimson. "D-Do not say such things!" she hissed, mortified.

He only grinned, tugging the thin garment aside to bare her glistening heat. "Why not? It’s the truth."

Her hands flew to cover her face, but she couldn’t stop the cry that burst from her lips the moment his tongue pressed against her folds.

"Ahhh—! A-Aiden!"

Her back arched violently as his tongue slid slowly up her slit, flicking teasingly against the sensitive nub at the top. Her thighs snapped shut around his head instinctively, but his strong hands pried them apart again, holding her wide for his hungry mouth.

"Stay still," he ordered, his breath hot against her most sensitive flesh. "Or I’ll make you scream louder."

She whimpered, unable to hold back the desperate moans spilling from her lips as his tongue circled her clit, then dipped lower, thrusting inside her with wet, obscene sounds.

Her hands clutched at the bedsheets, twisting them tight as her hips bucked helplessly against his face. "G-Gods—! I can’t—! Aiden—!"

He groaned against her, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. His tongue worked her mercilessly, lapping, sucking, devouring her like a man starved. Her cries grew higher, breathless, broken.

"Sir Aiden—! I... I-I’m—!"

Her thighs trembled violently, her entire body seizing up as the first wave of release crashed over her. She screamed his name, her nails clawing the sheets as her hips jerked uncontrollably against his mouth.

But Aiden didn’t stop.

Even as she came undone, he kept licking, sucking, dragging out her climax until she was sobbing with overstimulation, her body trembling like a bowstring pulled too tight.

"A-Aiden! P-Please—!"

He finally pulled back, his chin glistening with her arousal, his icy-blue eyes dark with hunger. He licked his lips slowly, deliberately, making her shiver.

"Delicious," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I’ll never get enough of you, Ly."

She collapsed forward against his chest, gasping for breath, her crimson eyes hazy with bliss. "Y-You... you’re going to kill me..."

He chuckled, tilting her chin up so she met his gaze. "Not yet, wife. I’ve only just begun."

His hands gripped her hips again, grinding her down against the hard bulge beneath his trousers. The friction made her moan helplessly, her body already twitching with renewed desire.

Lysandra bit her lip, her blush fierce. "Aiden... I-I want... more..."

He smirked. "Say it properly."

Her eyes widened, trembling with embarrassment. "...I want you."

"Not enough." His lips brushed her ear, his voice a growl. "Say you want my cock."

Her entire face flamed scarlet, but the desperate need throbbing between her thighs left her no room for pride. She buried her face against his neck and whispered, trembling, "...I want your cock inside me."

Aiden groaned low in his throat, his restraint snapping at the sound of her sultry plea. "Good girl."

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END OF Chapter : 53 : IT’S GETTING MESSIER!

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