How To Lose Your Billionaire Alpha Husband In 365 Days (Or Less)!-Chapter 26: Giving In...

Aiden’s lips crashed onto mine again, this time, deeper and hungrier.

His hands slid up my thighs, rough palms burning against my skin as he pinned me against the cold wall. His heat seeped through my thin sleep shorts, making me shiver beneath his grip.

His hands flexed, holding me tighter, like he couldn’t get close enough.

I arched into him, breathless, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, harder. His mouth consumed mine, each kiss more intense and passionate, as if he wanted to savour every part of me, to possess me with his lips.

He pulled away, his warm, uneven breath against my neck as he kissed down, his stubble brushing my skin, creating sparks with every touch.

His lips found the hollow between my collarbones; his tongue traced it slowly before his teeth grazed the curve of my shoulder.

I let out a sharp, helpless gasp. His deep groan vibrated against my throat, making my stomach twist tight with heat.

"Jasmine," he murmured in a rough voice. "You have no idea what you do to me."

His hands slid beneath my shirt, fingertips gliding teasingly over my waist. Every stroke made me tremble, my skin tightening under his touch, desperate for more.

When his thumbs brushed the underside of my ribs, I let out a soft moan.

He smiled against my neck, his lips curling into a dark, knowing grin. "You’re driving me crazy," he whispered, his teeth lightly nipping at the rapid pulse in my throat.

I tilted my head back, baring my neck to him. "Good," I whispered, breath shaking. "I want you to lose control."

He growled softly, pressing closer. I felt every hard line of him, the heat of his bare chest against me, the tension rippling beneath his skin.

His hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as his lips found mine again, claiming them like he couldn’t wait.

My legs wrapped tighter around his waist as his hips pressed against me, grinding slowly. A sharp wave of pleasure rushed through me, making me moan into his mouth.

Without breaking the kiss, he effortlessly lifted me up, holding me under my thighs, as he carried me to the bed.

He laid me down gently, hovering above me, his chest rising and falling as his eyes searched mine.

I reached up, cupping his face, my thumb brushing his stubbled jaw. "Don’t stop," I whispered.

Something snapped in him; I could tell from the way his eyes darkened. His lips crashed onto mine again, harder, hungrier, as his hands slid up, gripping the hem of my shirt.

He broke the kiss only long enough to pull it over my head and toss it aside. His gaze roamed over me, heat blazing in his eyes as he took in the sight of me, shirtless.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

His mouth trailed down my neck, warm kisses pressing lower, slower, until he reached my chest. He paused, looking up at me.

Then, without breaking eye contact, his lips closed around my nipple, sucking gently, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak.

A sharp, breathless cry tore from me as a rush of heat flooded me. My back arched off the bed, pressing me closer to his mouth.

He groaned softly, sucking harder, his tongue circling, teasing and tasting. His hand cupped my other breast, thumb brushing over my hardened nipple, squeezing, stroking until both were aching, alive beneath his touch.

I moaned again, my hands in his hair, holding him there, my body trembling beneath him.

Aiden continued his ministrations on my boobs, alternating his mouth and fingers between both, giving both of them equal attention.

Then he kissed lower, his lips slowly trailing down the centre of my stomach and leaving a path of heat.

When he reached the edge of my shorts, he paused, his lips brushing softly against my skin. His hands slid under the waistband, fingertips pressing into my hips as he looked up at me again.

"Okay?" he asked gently.

I nodded, breathless. "Yes."

His lips curved into a smile as he slid them down, inch by inch, his gaze following every bit of skin he uncovered.

He kissed the curve of my hip, the soft skin inside my thigh, moving lower, closer. His breath was hot against me, making me tremble, making my legs shift, tense and ache.

I softly tugged his hair, silently asking for more. He let out a low, dark chuckle and kissed me just above the spot where I wanted him the most.

I whimpered, hips lifting, chasing his mouth, every nerve straining toward him.

"Aiden," I gasped, his name sounding more like a broken moan.

He moved his hands back up my thighs, kissing my skin as he went, creating a warm trail until he was close to my face again, our breaths mixing together.

"You’re mine," he whispered.

Then his hand slid between us, his fingers dipping lower, tracing over the panties.

I moaned softly, tilting my hips up to meet him, letting him feel how wet I was over the remaining fabric separating him from me.

The noise that escaped him was rough and primal. He leaned closer, his forehead pressed to mine.

When he slid my panties to one side and slid a finger inside me, I cried out.

It felt like a release, the feeling of him filling me, even just for a moment. My body gripped him, trying to draw him deeper.

But he moved too soon, pulling his finger out and stroking gently, tracing a slow circle.

He repeated the movement, his eyes never leaving mine, then he slid back inside, adding another finger.

I shuddered, biting back a moan as he curled his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

He started moving faster, deeper, his thumb pressing against my clit and rubbing, the pressure just light enough to be a tease.

His gaze was locked on me, his eyes dark, pupils blown. The intensity of his stare made me shiver, but the sensation was quickly drowned out by the heat, the need, building up inside me.

It wasn’t long before I could feel it, the rush of pressure and tension.

The first stirrings of an orgasm.

"Aiden," I moaned, "don’t stop."

He pressed his thumb harder, moving faster, just the way I wanted him to; then all of a sudden, he stopped.

I felt a whine leave my throat, my eyes flying open.

"Why did you st—"

He cut me off with a kiss, hard and rough, his teeth catching my lower lip and tugging gently. His body settled over mine, a welcome weight.

"I want to make you feel good," his voice was a low rumble against my lips as he spoke, sliding down slowly.

He pressed his thumb over my clit and I let out a gasp.

My fingers dug into his back, clinging to him as he began to rub circles. His other hand gripped my hip, holding me against the bed.

I let my head fall back, moaning and gasping, my entire body shuddering.

"Aiden," I managed to gasp, his name sounding like a prayer and a plea.

His movements quickened and my back arched off the bed, pressing against him, chasing his touch.

I needed this.

He continued rubbing faster, the pressure growing and building until the pressure became almost unbearable.

"Aiden, please," I begged, voice breaking.

He kissed me, his tongue sliding over mine. Then he pulled away and slid down, placing his face in between m legs.

He kissed the inside of my thigh, then the other, before placing a final kiss on my clit.

"Fuck," I whispered, the word coming out like a hiss.

Aiden flicked his tongue out, the tip swirling around my clit. When his tongue replaced his thumb, my hips jerked off the bed, a broken gasp tearing from my throat.

My whole body shuddered, as a high-pitched moan escaped my lips.

He moved his tongue in circles, his lips closing over my clit, sucking, his teeth grazing the swollen flesh.

My hips rocked forward, riding his face, chasing the release that was building so close.

"Fuck, I’m gonna cum."

The words left me before I could stop them.

His tongue dipped inside me, sliding in and out, before going back to my clit.

My eyes slammed shut, as a rush of pleasure crashed over me.

"Oh fuck, yes," I moaned, gripping his hair and grinding against his mouth.

He hummed, his lips vibrating against me. I let out a low whimper.

"Yes, Aiden. Right there."

I could feel it, the tension rising inside me. The waves crashing, pulling me closer and closer to the edge.

His hands tightened, holding me down. His mouth was relentless, his tongue swirling and flicking and sucking.

My fingers clenched, pulling at his hair, my head falling back. My entire body tensed, ready for the explosion.

Then, finally, it happened.

A rush of pleasure swept through me, crashing over me like a wave. My body clenched tight, trembling, every nerve lit up, raw and alive.

I opened my eyes and all I saw was white... a blinding flash.

Then—

I jerked upright, gasping for air with the sheets wrapped around my legs. I was soaked in sweat, and my chest was pounding. The room was dark and still, with just a little light from the outside slipping through the curtains.

It was my bedroom. Just my bedroom.

No Aiden. No heat. No weight pressing me down.

Just me and the lingering ache of a dream that felt too real to forget. I pressed trembling fingers to my lips, still tasting him, still feeling his hands on my skin.

And for one heartbeat, I didn’t know if I was relieved... or aching for more.