CHAPTER 115: AT THE SHOWERS (II)

Alexia’s POV

His lips trailed down my neck, sucking lightly before biting just enough to make my knees wobble.

"You’re not tired yet, are you?" he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and something darker—something needier.

I barely had time to respond before he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head against the slick tiles, his body pressing into mine. My breath caught as his hardened length rubbed against my thigh, teasing, tempting.

"Aiden..." My voice was a whisper, but it carried more meaning than I intended.

His darkened eyes flicked up to mine, searching, challenging.

"You say my name like that, and you think I’ll be able to stop?" His grip on my wrists tightened slightly.

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat of him everywhere—his breath against my skin, his rough hands exploring, his body pushing me closer to losing every ounce of self-control I had left.

The shower continued to pour over us, but I barely felt it anymore. All I felt was him.

When he finally kissed me again, it wasn’t slow or teasing. It was possessive, full of hunger and frustration and something we refused to name.

And when his hands finally moved from my wrists to my hips, dragging me against him, I stopped thinking altogether.

His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I felt everything—the hard planes of his chest pressing into my soft curves, the slow grind of his hips making me gasp into his mouth. My legs instinctively wrapped tighter around his waist, locking him closer as the hot water cascaded over us, drenching our bodies.

"Aiden..." I breathed, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He exhaled sharply, his breath hot against my skin as his lips moved down my neck, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. I shuddered, my body arching into him.

"You drive me insane," he muttered against my skin, his voice rough, hungry.

His hands slid down my back, gripping my ass and pulling me even tighter against him. I gasped at the friction, my head falling back against the tile as pleasure sparked through me.

The way he touched me—possessive, unrelenting, starving—made my entire body burn.

His mouth traced a path lower, his tongue flicking against the hollow of my throat before he sucked on my collarbone. "You’re still sore, aren’t you?" he murmured, his fingers ghosting over my thighs.

I bit my lip, my breath stuttering. "You think?" I shot back, voice trembling with both frustration and arousal.

Aiden chuckled darkly. "I should be gentle then," he mused, his grip tightening. "But we both know I won’t be."

I barely had time to process his words before he rolled his hips into me again, slow but deep, making me whimper.

Damn him.

I clenched my fingers into his wet hair, yanking him back to my lips, kissing him hard. He groaned into my mouth, his hands gripping my thighs tighter as I rocked against him. The steam, the heat, the feel of his wet skin against mine—it was intoxicating.

His fingers found my jaw, tilting my face up as he devoured me, his tongue tangling with mine in a kiss so deep it made my head spin.

I felt him smile against my lips before he whispered, "You’re not running away now, are you?"

"Shut up," I muttered, pulling him closer.

His laugh turned into a growl as I shifted my hips against him, making him curse under his breath.

Then his fingers slid between us, and when he touched me, I gasped.

"Aiden—"

"Relax, baby," he whispered, his voice dark with promise. "I’ve got you."

Got it! I’ll keep it intensely passionate, full of teasing, and make it a slow burn before escalating further. Let’s dive in.

The moment Aiden’s fingers slid between us, teasing me with just the barest touch, I gasped, my body jerking against his. The teasing glide of his fingers sent sparks straight through me, making my legs tighten around his waist.

"Aiden," I breathed, gripping his wet hair, trying to pull him closer—or maybe push him away. I wasn’t sure anymore. My body didn’t belong to me right now; it was his to control, to ruin.

He chuckled, the sound deep and husky against my throat. "So sensitive..." he murmured, dragging his lips along my jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin. "You like when I tease you, don’t you?"

I hated him. I hated the smugness in his voice, the way he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

But I also loved it.

His fingers traced over me again, barely there, making my breath catch. My hips bucked against his hand, seeking more, but he pulled back slightly, his grip on my thighs keeping me in place.

"Patience," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. "I want to take my time with you."

I groaned in frustration, my nails digging into his shoulders as I tried to pull him down into another kiss. "You’re insufferable."

He smirked against my lips. "And you’re desperate," he taunted, his fingers pressing just enough to make my whole body tremble.

I was going to kill

him.

Two could play this game.

With a surge of defiance, I slid my hand between us, finding him hard against my stomach. I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slow and deliberate, relishing the way his cock twitched in my grip.

His sharp inhale was satisfying.

I smirked. "Who’s desperate now?"

Aiden’s eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide. His grip on my hips tightened, and I barely had time to react before he slammed me against the tile, his lips crashing onto mine in a kiss so fierce it stole my breath.

I moaned into his mouth, my strokes getting firmer, more confident. His hips jerked forward into my touch, and he let out a low growl, his forehead pressing against mine.

"Fuck," he muttered, his breath ragged. "You love testing me, don’t you?"

I grinned, feeling a rush of power. "Maybe."

Aiden’s expression shifted—something darker, more dangerous. "Then you should know," he whispered, his fingers finally slipping inside me, making me arch against him with a choked gasp, "I always win."

Pleasure shot through me like fire, making my grip on him falter for a second.

His lips crashed onto mine again, swallowing every sound I made, his kiss deep and demanding. The way he touched me—teased me—was both heaven and torture.

Our movements turned desperate, feverish.

The heat. The water. The way our bodies molded together—it was overwhelming.

His fingers curled inside me, his thumb circling just enough to make my head spin. My body burned, clenching around him, needing more. My strokes on him turned urgent, and I could feel how much he needed this too, the way his cock throbbed in my hand, the way his breathing was completely wrecked.

Aiden tore his mouth from mine, his lips hovering over my ear. "Alexia," he rasped. "I want you now."

His words sent a violent shiver through me.

And when he lifted me effortlessly, positioning himself right there, I knew there was no turning back.

I locked my arms around his neck, my heart pounding wildly.

"Then take me," I whispered.

And he did.

I’ll keep it intense, rough, and passionate—no dirty talk, just raw emotion and physical connection.

Aiden didn’t hesitate.

He gripped my thighs tighter, pressing me harder against the cold tile as his body took over, his movements rough, unrelenting. My breath hitched, nails digging into his wet skin as he moved with an urgency that left no space between us—only heat, only need.

The water pounded against our bodies, but I barely registered it. Everything faded except the way he moved, the way his grip on me tightened with every thrust. My head tipped back against the wall, my lips parting in silent gasps, but he wasn’t having it.

Aiden grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes burned into mine, dark and unreadable, his jaw clenched as his body moved harder, faster. I held his gaze, refusing to look away even as my body trembled against him.

I was losing myself.

And I didn’t care.

My legs started to slip from around his waist, but he didn’t slow down—he adjusted, spinning me around so my hands pressed against the slick tile.

I barely had time to brace myself before he pulled me back against him.

My knees nearly buckled, but his strong arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up as he kept going, his pace relentless. The position made everything sharper, deeper. I gasped, pressing my forehead against the tile, trying to ground myself, but it was impossible.

My body was on fire.

Aiden’s hand slid up my stomach, fingers splayed over my ribs before gripping my breast, his touch rough, possessive. I arched into him, my back curving as pleasure coiled tight in my stomach, winding higher and higher with each movement.

It was too much.

I reached behind me, fingers grasping blindly at his wrist, his arm—anything to anchor myself as the pressure inside me built to a breaking point.

Aiden’s grip on me tightened.

And then everything shattered.

My legs gave out, but he caught me, his arm locking around my waist as he kept moving through my release, dragging it out until I was trembling against him.

It wasn’t until I felt his movements stutter, his hold on me turning almost bruising, that I knew he was close too.

He buried his face against my neck, his body pressing fully into mine, and then I felt him shudder, his breath hot against my skin as he finally let go.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

The water kept falling, steam surrounding us, but the only thing I could hear was our ragged breathing.

Aiden rested his forehead against my shoulder, his hands still gripping my hips like he couldn’t bear to let go.

I swallowed, my head spinning, my body completely wrecked.

I didn’t know what to say.

So I said nothing.

And neither did he.

But when his hands finally loosened on my waist, fingers tracing lightly over my skin before pulling away—I realized I wasn’t ready for him to let go.

Not yet.