Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 268

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Chapter 268

Aiden

I slowly pulled away from the kiss, taking in every inch of him, every part of us intertwined. My fingers traced a deliberate path down his hips, moving with a gentle, measured touch. Sliding my palms beneath his thighs, I lifted his legs over my shoulders. He raised his chin slightly, eyes closing in quiet anticipation.

I cupped his jaw tenderly, coaxing his gaze back to meet mine.

There was no roughness in my touch—only an unwavering certainty.

A certainty that both steadied my heart and tore it apart simultaneously.

“Look at me, baby boy,” I whispered, my voice low and thick with emotion, words spilling straight from the depths of my soul. “I want your eyes locked on mine when I take you. Because no matter what happens after tonight… no one else will ever touch you without remembering who you belong to.”

My thumb brushed slowly across his cheekbone.

His breath caught—just barely—but I felt it deep inside me.

“No one will ever kiss you the way I do.”

I leaned in again, pressing a slow, deep kiss to his lips—claiming him, sealing every word with undeniable truth.

He gasped softly into the kiss, his hands clutching at me like I was the only solid thing left in his world.

When he pulled back for air, his voice trembled—raw and vulnerable.

“There’s no one I want to kiss but you.”

Hearing those words nearly broke me.

Before I even realized it, a soft, broken smile spread across my face—something tender, something wrecked, something I only ever felt with him.

“No one will ever touch you the way I do,” I murmured, my hand tracing the length of his thigh, exploring him like I had never stopped learning every inch, like I never would.

He shivered, arching slightly to meet my touch.

“I don’t want anyone else’s touch,” he whispered. “Only yours.”

My hands found his hips, squeezing possessively as our breaths tangled together—like our bodies had decided this long before we even realized it.

“And no one,” I said quietly but with unshakable conviction, “will ever fuck you the way I will.”

His body trembled with a guttural sound—fragile and fierce all at once.

“I won’t ever let anyone fuck me but you,” he admitted, voice breaking open and unguarded. “I’m yours.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, because those words hit something deep inside me—something sacred, something starved for so long it felt like forever.

When I opened them again, all I could see was him.

“Mine,” I breathed. “Now and always.”

Reaching for the lube at the foot of the bed, I coated both of us generously. Positioning myself at his entrance, I felt the heat radiating from him, pulsing through my skin. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight, velvety grip of his body enveloping me.

“Fuck, Noah,” I groaned, feeling him clench around me. “You feel so goddamn good.”

He whimpered, his hands balling into fists on the sheets, knuckles turning white. “Aiden… more. Please.”

I obeyed, sliding deeper, overwhelmed by the sensation. My emotions churned—a chaotic mix of desire and possessiveness. I wanted to consume him completely, to make him mine in every way imaginable.