CHAPTER 82: BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE

(MATURE CONTENT AHEAD)

Alexia’s POV

I shouldn’t have let it happen.

I knew that.

Even through the hazy warmth of wine spreading through my veins, I knew this was reckless. Dangerous. A decision I couldn’t take back.

But then Aiden looked at me.

That look—the one that burned, the one that made my skin feel too hot, my breath too shallow, my body too aware of how close he was.

And suddenly, I didn’t care about consequences.

I cared about this. About him. About the way my heart slammed against my ribs when he leaned in.

His lips crashed against mine, and just like that, I was gone.

The desk was hard against my back, but I barely noticed. Not when Aiden was everywhere—his hands gripping the desk beside me, his body pressing into mine, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that made my head spin.

His taste was intoxicating—whiskey, wine, and something entirely Aiden.

I moaned against his mouth, and he growled, deep and low, his fingers threading into my hair as he tilted my head back, taking the kiss deeper.

I barely registered my hands moving—sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer.

I needed more.

And judging by the way he groaned against my lips, so did he.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

"Don’t stop," I breathed.

That was all it took.

His hands were on me in an instant, gripping my waist, lifting me onto the desk, knocking everything aside without a care.

I gasped as his fingers traveled up my thighs, pushing my dress higher, his touch teasing, exploring.

And then his fingers brushed against the damp lace between my legs.

I jerked, a whimper escaping before I could stop it.

Aiden froze.

His jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as he pressed a hand against my bare thigh, spreading me open further.

"You’re soaked," he murmured, voice rough, almost like he couldn’t believe it.

Heat flooded my cheeks, but before I could answer, his fingers slid beneath the lace, slipping through my wetness, and I couldn’t think—couldn’t breathe.

"Fuck," he groaned, pressing his forehead against mine.

I trembled as he teased me, circling, stroking, never quite giving me what I wanted.

"Aiden," I gasped, arching against him, desperate for more.

And then he did it.

He slid a finger inside me, slow, deep, stretching me in a way that made my breath hitch.

His body went rigid.

I barely registered the way his brows furrowed, the way his lips parted slightly as realization dawned on him.

"Alexia," he said, his voice hoarse, thick with restraint. "Are you—?"

I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous.

But I couldn’t lie.

I nodded.

His muscles tightened, his grip on my hip turning almost bruising as his breathing grew uneven.

For a moment, I thought he would stop.

That maybe, just maybe, he’d pull away and tell me we couldn’t do this.

But I didn’t want him to stop.

Not when his fingers felt this good.

Not when his touch made me feel like I was coming undone.

I rocked my hips slightly, pressing myself further onto his hand.

His breath hissed through his teeth.

"Please," I whispered, my fingers tightening around his shoulders. "I want this. I want you."

Something in him snapped.

He kissed me again, harder, his fingers curling inside me, working me open, making me moan as pleasure shot through my veins.

"That’s it, baby," he whispered against my neck, trailing kisses down my throat, his free hand pulling at the straps of my dress, exposing bare skin.

I gasped as his lips closed around my breast, tongue swirling, teeth grazing, sending shocks of heat straight between my thighs.

I was trembling—burning—but I didn’t care.

I wanted more.

"You’re mine now," Aiden murmured against my skin, his fingers still moving inside me, coaxing, stretching, making me dizzy.

And then he pulled away.

I whimpered, my body aching from the loss of him.

But then I saw it—the way his jaw was clenched, the way his hands shook as he unbuttoned his shirt, then unzipped his pants, freeing himself.

My eyes widened slightly, my breath catching as I took in the sight of him.

Thick. Hard. Huge.

Aiden smirked, but it wasn’t teasing. It was dark, possessive.

"You sure about this?" he asked, teasing the head of his cock against me, dragging it through my slick folds.

I shuddered, my legs tightening around his waist.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice shaky but sure.

That was all it took.

He gripped my hips, positioning himself—

And then, slowly, he pushed inside.

I gasped, my fingers digging into his arms as my body stretched around him, burning, aching, adjusting to the feel of him.

"Relax, baby," he murmured, kissing my collarbone, murmuring soothing words as he stilled inside me, letting me adjust.

I nodded, taking deep breaths, my body trembling against him.

And then, finally, he was fully inside me.

Aiden groaned, his grip tightening.

"Fuck," he ground out. "You’re so tight."

He stayed still for a moment, letting me breathe, but I needed more.

I moved first, rolling my hips slightly, testing, and a moan escaped my lips.

That was it.

That was his undoing.

Aiden snapped his hips forward, setting a slow but deep rhythm, filling me completely, each thrust sending heat spiraling through my veins.

I gasped, my body rocking with each thrust, my hands clutching at his **shoulders, his hair, his back—**desperate to hold onto something as he drove me wild.

His hands gripped my waist, his breath hot against my ear as he moved harder, deeper, every inch of him stretching me, claiming me.

"You’re mine," he growled, his voice raw, desperate.

I moaned, rolling my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke.

"Say it," he rasped, his teeth grazing my throat.

I bit my lip, trembling, burning.

"I’m yours," I whispered.

And then, I shattered.

My body tightened, pleasure crashing over me, stealing my breath, my voice, leaving me gasping, shaking, moaning his name.

Aiden groaned, his pace rough, frantic, his hands gripping me tighter as he buried himself deep, finding his own release.

For a long moment, we just breathed.

He pressed his forehead against mine, his hands still holding me as if he wasn’t ready to let go.

And honestly?

I didn’t want him to.

My body felt heavy, warm, and utterly spent.

Aiden was still inside me, his body pressed against mine, his breathing ragged as his forehead rested against my shoulder. His hands still gripped my hips, fingers twitching slightly, like he was fighting the urge to pull me closer again, to take more.

But it was over now.

The tension that had been coiling between us for weeks had snapped, and all that was left was the mess we had made.

Literally.

Papers were still scattered across the desk, my dress was bunched around my waist, and the cool air kissed my exposed skin, making me shiver slightly.

Aiden noticed.

His arms tightened around me, his lips pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder. It was so intimate, too intimate, like this was something more than what it was.

And that was dangerous.

Because it wasn’t more than that.

It couldn’t be.

We weren’t in love.

I didn’t love Aiden.

And I knew, deep down, that he didn’t love me, either.

So why did we do it?

Why did I let him own me for a few stolen moments, knowing that come when i sobber up, I would regret it?

I swallowed, my throat dry as the weight of my own choices settled onto my chest.

I should move.

I should get up, fix my dress, leave before I made this worse.

But my body wouldn’t listen.

The wine still buzzed in my system, mixing with the exhaustion of what we had just done, and despite every rational thought screaming at me to leave, my eyelids grew heavier by the second.

Aiden must have felt my body relax because he shifted, adjusting us both until he was leaning back in the chair, bringing me with him.

I didn’t protest.

I didn’t even open my eyes as he traced slow, absentminded circles against my bare thigh.

I just let the warmth of his body lull me into unconsciousness, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek sending me drifting into a hazy, blissful oblivion.

I’d deal with the consequences later.

Right now, I just wanted to sleep.

The last thought I had before sleep claimed me was simple.

I’m going to regret this.

And when I woke up, tangled in Aiden’s arms, reality would come crashing down.

But that was a problem for another time.

I still couldn’t believe it.

I had given Aiden my virginity.

The realization clawed at my mind, but surprisingly, it didn’t send me into a panic. I should be freaking out, regretting every second of what just happened. But I wasn’t.

I should blame the wine. Yeah, that was the logical excuse—the easiest way to explain why I had thrown caution to the wind, why I had let him touch me, take me, ruin me in the best way possible.

But deep down, I knew the truth.

I didn’t regret it.

And that scared me more than anything.

Because if I didn’t regret it... if I could still feel the ghost of his touch, the heat of his mouth on my skin, and not feel ashamed... then what did that mean?

No. I wasn’t going to do this. I wasn’t going to overthink it.

This was a mistake—a beautiful, reckless, intoxicating mistake—but a mistake nonetheless.

Whatever this feeling in my chest was, I was not going to name it.

I sighed, burying my face against Aiden’s bare shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing as sleep started to pull me under again.

I should stop thinking.

I’d deal with all of this when I wake up.

For now, I just needed to sleep.

And that’s exactly what I did.