CHAPTER 105: MORNING PLEASURE

(MATURE CONTENT)

Aiden’s POV

The room was still bathed in early morning darkness, the faintest hint of dawn creeping in through the curtains. The world outside was quiet, still asleep—just like Alexia had been moments ago before I decided I wanted more.

She blinked up at me, still lost between sleep and wakefulness, her brows furrowing slightly as her lips parted. My fingers were still inside her, moving slow, teasing. Her body was already responding, dampening around my touch, pulling me in.

"Aiden..." she murmured, voice raspy from sleep.

"Morning, sweetheart," I said again, this time pressing a kiss to her parted lips. She tasted like sleep, warmth, and last night—a combination that made something in my chest tighten.

Her thighs trembled slightly as I curled my finger inside her, dragging it against that sensitive spot that made her body jolt. She let out a soft whimper, one she was clearly trying to swallow down, but I wasn’t having that.

"Don’t hold back," I whispered, my lips moving to her neck, pressing hot kisses along her pulse. "I want to hear you."

She shivered, her hands moving to my shoulders as her nails dug in lightly.

"Aiden, it’s—" she gasped softly when I added another finger, stretching her just a little more. "It’s too early..."

I chuckled against her skin, my tongue flicking over her collarbone before I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. "Too early for what?" I asked, deliberately curling my fingers again, making her breath hitch.

She didn’t answer—she couldn’t.

Her body betrayed her as she tilted her hips, chasing the sensation.

"That’s what I thought," I smirked.

I pulled the sheet off her completely, exposing her bare body to the cool morning air. Goosebumps rose along her skin, her nipples hardening slightly from the chill—or maybe from me.

I let my free hand trail up, cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers as I worked her open with my other hand.

Her head fell back against the pillow, a breathy moan slipping past her lips.

Fuck, she was gorgeous like this.

I wanted to devour her.

And I would.

Slowly, I trailed kisses down her stomach, my fingers still lazily thrusting inside her. Her breathing turned shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as I positioned myself between her legs.

I withdrew my fingers, spreading her open as I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

"Aiden..." she whispered, her voice shaky.

"Relax, sweetheart," I murmured, smirking against her skin. "I’m just waking you up properly."

Then, without another word, I leaned in and ran my tongue through her folds, groaning at the taste of her.

Her back arched off the bed, a gasp escaping her lips as her fingers tangled in my hair.

The morning was still dark, still early.

And I had all the time in the world.

I had never been a patient man.

But with her, I wanted to savor every second.

Alexia trembled beneath me, her thighs tensing around my shoulders as my tongue flicked against her clit, slow and teasing. Her breath hitched, fingers tightening in my hair, her body instinctively arching toward my mouth.

She was soaked—warm, sweet, fucking addictive.

I groaned against her, the vibration making her moan softly.

"Aiden..." she whispered, her voice still heavy with sleep, tinged with something else—need.

I smirked against her, glancing up just enough to see her expression.

Eyes squeezed shut. Lips parted. Chest rising and falling rapidly.

So fucking gorgeous.

I wanted to see more.

So I flattened my tongue against her, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up her folds before circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. She let out a sharp gasp, her fingers tugging at my hair in a silent plea for more.

I wasn’t about to deny her.

I sucked lightly on her clit, then eased two fingers back inside her, curling them just right.

"Fuck—Aiden—" she gasped, her hips bucking up into my mouth.

I hummed in satisfaction, holding her steady as I set a slow, torturous rhythm, fucking her with my fingers while my tongue worked her clit.

She was close—I could feel it.

Her walls clenched around my fingers, her breathing turning erratic, those soft little gasps and moans slipping out faster now.

She tried to muffle them.

Tried to stay quiet.

I wasn’t having that.

I pressed my free hand against her stomach, pinning her hips down so she couldn’t squirm away.

"Let me hear you," I murmured against her, flicking my tongue faster.

She choked out a moan, her entire body trembling as she finally let go.

She came with a sharp cry, her fingers tugging desperately at my hair, her thighs squeezing around my head as she rode the waves of pleasure.

Fuck, watching her come undone like that?

I could’ve gotten off just from that alone.

I gave her a few more slow, teasing licks, making sure I got every last drop of her before I finally pulled back.

Alexia was still panting, her body limp against the sheets, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed at me like she wasn’t sure if she was still dreaming.

I smirked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I crawled back up her body.

"Morning," I murmured, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to her lips.

She hummed sleepily, her hands sliding over my shoulders, down my back.

I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the way her body was still trembling slightly from her orgasm.

I should let her rest.

I should.

But the way she was looking at me, the way her nails dragged lightly across my back—she wasn’t done either.

And fuck, I wanted more.

I pressed my hips against hers, letting her feel how hard I was, how much I needed her.

Her breath hitched, her fingers digging into my skin.

"Too early?" I murmured, teasing, brushing my lips against hers.

Alexia swallowed, licking her lips as she stared up at me.

Then, instead of answering, she reached down between us, wrapping her fingers around me, stroking me slowly.

A low growl rumbled in my chest, my head dropping to her shoulder as I gritted my teeth.

"Fuck, Alexia..."

She smirked. "I think I’m awake now."

God help me.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

Her fingers moved slowly, teasing, barely gripping me as she stroked down my length, her thumb brushing over the tip. My breath hissed through my teeth, my self-control hanging by a fucking thread.

I lifted my head, pinning her with a dark stare.

"You’re playing with fire, Alexia."

Her lips curved into a lazy smirk, but her eyes—those damn eyes—held something deeper. A challenge. A dare.

"Maybe I want to get burned."

Fuck.

A guttural sound tore from my throat before I captured her lips, claiming them with the kind of intensity that left no room for doubt—I was going to ruin her.

I knocked her hand away, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand. My other trailed down her body, fingers skimming over her flushed skin, over her curves, until I reached the heat between her thighs.

I felt how soaked she was, how ready.

"Already so wet for me," I murmured against her lips, my fingers gliding through her slick folds.

She gasped, her hips instinctively bucking against my hand.

I smirked. "Didn’t even need to ask."

Her lips parted as if she had a retort, but whatever it was died in her throat when I slid two fingers inside her, slow but deep.

Her back arched.

I watched every damn reaction, memorized it—how her lips parted in a silent moan, how her lashes fluttered, how her body instinctively tightened around me.

She was perfect.

And she was mine.

...Fuck.

That thought made my stomach tighten.

No.

This was just sex. Just pleasure. No emotions.

I shoved the thought away, focusing on the way she trembled beneath me.

My fingers moved inside her, curling just right, pressing against that perfect spot that made her breath hitch every time.

"Aiden," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.

The sound of my name on her lips like that—it fucking undid me.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I whispered, "I want you to come again before I’m even inside you."

She let out a choked moan, her hips rolling against my hand, chasing that high.

I sped up, my fingers plunging deeper, my thumb rubbing circles over her clit.

She was close. So close.

Her body tensed, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

And then, with one more stroke, she shattered.

Her head tilted back, a cry escaping her lips as she clenched around my fingers, her entire body trembling with pleasure.

I groaned, watching her come undone for me again, my cock throbbing with need.

I barely gave her a moment to recover before I was positioning myself at her entrance, rubbing the tip against her slick heat, teasing her.

Her nails dug into my shoulders. "Aiden..."

I met her gaze, searching for any hesitation, any second thoughts.

I didn’t find any.

So I pushed inside, slow but deep, stretching her, filling her inch by inch.

She gasped, her body arching, her nails raking down my back.

I stilled, gritting my teeth, forcing myself to go slow even though every muscle in my body was screaming at me to move, to take her, to lose myself in her completely.

She felt too fucking good.

Too perfect.

Too... mine.

Fuck. There it was again.

I clenched my jaw, shaking off the thought as I pulled back slightly, then thrust back in, deeper this time.

She moaned, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me closer, deeper.

I groaned. "You feel so damn good, Alexia."

She bit her lip, her hands tangling in my hair as I set a steady rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate, dragging pleasure through both of us.

I could feel her tightening around me, feel every shiver, every gasp, every damn heartbeat.

And with every movement, with every touch, something was shifting inside me.

Something dangerous.

Something I wasn’t ready to name.

Maybe it was just the sex.

Maybe.

I told myself it was just the sex. Just the overwhelming pleasure making my head spin.

But then she looked up at me.

Her eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, locked onto mine, and for a split second, something passed between us—something that had nothing to do with the way our bodies fit together.

Fuck.

I buried the thought as I rolled my hips deeper, swallowing her sharp gasp with a kiss.

Her walls clenched around me, hot and tight, and it took everything in me not to lose control completely.

"Faster," she whispered against my lips, her nails digging into my back.

I obliged, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that had her gasping my name, her body arching into mine.

I wasn’t gentle.

I wasn’t careful.

I was claiming her, taking every inch of her like I fucking owned her.

And the worst part? She didn’t just let me—she wanted it.

Her moans filled the room, her legs tightening around me, pulling me deeper, like she needed me just as much as I needed her.

I groaned, resting my forehead against hers, my breath ragged as I thrust harder, faster.

"I—Aiden—I can’t—" she gasped, her entire body trembling beneath me.

"Give it to me," I growled against her lips, sliding a hand between us to rub her clit, sending her over the edge instantly.

She came with a sharp cry, her body tightening, shuddering, milking me for everything I had.

And that was it. That was my breaking point.

A guttural groan tore from my throat as I buried myself deep inside her, my release hitting me so hard I saw stars.

My body shuddered, pleasure crashing over me in waves, my mind blanking out completely.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were our ragged breaths, the faint hum of the early morning outside.

I stayed inside her, my forehead still pressed against hers, our bodies tangled together.

Neither of us spoke.

Neither of us moved.

I should have pulled away. Should have put some space between us, reminded her that this was just sex, nothing else.

But I didn’t.

Because for the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to let go.

And that scared the absolute shit out of me.

Alexia’s POV

I barely registered when Aiden finally pulled out, his body heat leaving mine as he rolled onto his side.

I was spent.

Completely, utterly spent.

My limbs felt like they weren’t even attached to my body anymore, my mind floating in that blissed-out haze where nothing else mattered.

I barely even noticed when he pulled the covers over us.

My eyelids felt heavy, my breathing deep and slow.

I was dimly aware of him shifting beside me, of the way he turned onto his back, staring at the ceiling like he was lost in thought.

But I couldn’t focus on any of it.

Sleep was already pulling me under, wrapping around me like a warm cocoon.

And just before I drifted off completely, I felt it—

Aiden’s fingers, brushing ever so lightly over my arm.

Like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

Like he didn’t want to stop touching me.

But maybe... just maybe... that was just a dream too.