He knelt down before me, his hands settling firmly on my thighs, gently pushing them apart. I could feel the cool air brushing against my skin, heightening the anticipation as he leaned closer, his warm breath grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Aiden’s fingers moved slowly, tracing delicate patterns over me, teasing and tantalizing until I was writhing beneath him, aching for more.
When his head dipped even lower, his tongue flicking out to taste the tip of my cock before eagerly sucking on it, I gasped sharply, my back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure surged through me.
He reached for the bottle of lube resting on the nightstand and coated his fingers with the thick, slick gel. Taking his time, he ran his tongue along the prominent vein, then swallowed me deeper, exploring every inch with his mouth. His fingers worked my hole in perfect rhythm, driving me wild with desire.
I could feel the tension mounting inside me, my body coiling tighter and tighter as he pushed me closer to the edge.
Just when I thought I was about to lose control, Aiden pulled back, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. Slowly, he stood, his eyes never leaving mine as he peeled off the rest of his clothes. I watched, captivated, as he revealed his hard, sculpted body—every scar and mark telling silent stories of battles fought and won.
He climbed onto the bed, his body pressing down against mine. I felt the full weight of him, the hardness of his cock pressing firmly against me.
“Lift your legs over my shoulders, babe,” he said softly, his voice low and commanding.
“Yes, please… I want you to fuck me now,” I breathed, unable to hold back the urgency in my voice.
He reached down, positioning himself at my entrance, his gaze locked with mine. I nodded, a silent plea, begging him to take me, to claim me as his own.
Aiden thrust into me with force, hard and unapologetic, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he began to move. His hips rolled against mine, each thrust deep and deliberate. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, matching his rhythm with my own.
I cried out, my body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. Aiden thrust once, twice more, then froze, his own release ripping through him.
For a moment, we lay tangled together, our breaths slowly evening out. Aiden rolled off me, pulling me close into his arms. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing.
“Mine,” he murmured softly, his voice both gentle and possessive. “Always mine.”
A contented smile spread across my face as a sigh of happiness slipped past my lips. In his arms, I felt at home. In his arms, I was safe. And in his arms, I knew without a doubt that I would always be his.

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