Page 187 of Between the Lines

He pushes down his underwear, and I try to slide further down on the bed. My hands are still tied and they’re loose, if I pulled I could get out of them, he had made sure of that. But the tug at my wrist still thrills.

“This was the final puzzle piece, right?” Aiden mutters. He sits on his knees between my legs, and pulls them up so the backs of my thighs are against his chest.

Tie me to the headboard, my legs on either side of your head… bend me double and go to town.

“Yes,” I breathe.

Aiden’s smile flashes, and he lines himself up. The first brush of his head makes me shudder.

“God, you’re wet, sweetheart,” he mutters. “I warmed you up real good.”

I smile at him. “Hurry up, Hartman. I’ve got places to be.”

“Brat,” he says, and kisses the inside of my ankle.

Then he thrusts inside me with a strong push of his hips. Iamreally wet. He enters me easily, and we both breathe a sigh of relief at the feeling.

He doesn’t let up. Using his weight to push down on my legs, folding me over, and driving into me. He growls while he does it, hoarse groans that shoot fire through me.

“God, I love fucking you,” he mutters. “Best fucking part of my week.”

I turn my hands around, so I can hold on to the headboard. I didn’t think I’d be able to come again, but the way his pelvis is hitting me sends shivers of pleasure through my already too-swollen clit. It’s like faint after-shocks of an orgasm. Delicious and just enough for my system to handle.

I love how much he swears during sex. Love it when he loses himself. As much as I’ve learned to relax during his focus on me, to crave his mouth between my legs, this part is my favorite.

Aiden, eyes near-black and body in a fury, seeking his own release.

“Come inside me,” I tell him.

He groans and his hips stutter. “Fuck, Chaos. Say that again.”

He thrusts deep, and another moan escapes me. “Come inside me. Please.”

Aiden leans forward, and there’s a stretch in my hamstrings when I’m folded double. His face tightens in pain as he thrusts hard. He gives a hoarse half-shout, and then he’s spilling deep inside me.

“I love you,” I tell him when it’s over, when he’s spent and still buried deep inside me. His hair is damp and soapy against my cheek.

He’s let my legs down, and I’ve wrapped them around him.

Aiden chuckles weakly against my neck. “Fuck, I love you so much, Charlotte.”

“I love you more,” I say. “And I know how much you like it when I run my fingers through your hair after you come. I’d love to do that, but you’re gonna have to help me.”

“Shit.” He pushes up on an elbow and easily undoes the ties with his free hand. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m fantastic. Thanks for tying me up.” I use my newfound freedom to rake my fingers over his upper back and through the thickness of his hair. I use my nails, too, and he groans.

Inside me, his cock twitches.

I love these moments. When he’s spent on top of me, both of us are sensitive and slow, and nothing in the world exists outside of this bed.

“I don’t want you to be late,” he mutters between soft kisses along my cheek, “but letting you get out from beneath me might kill me.”

I hold him tighter. “I’ve got time.”

“Mmhmm. I hope I distracted you well enough.”

I kiss him. It’s soft and messy and he’s so warm. “Thank you,” I whisper.

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