Page 30 of Betrayal (Corrupt Empire 1)

I wasn’t sure why I said that, but she needed to rest. It took a minute before she shifted towards me.

“Turn around,” I told her.

She did as I asked, but yelped when I tugged her against my front, wrapping my arm around her waist. Her whole body went rigid.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked.

“What does it look like?”

She didn’t reply. It was pretty obvious what I was doing. Fucking holding her so she could relax and go to sleep. Except this was making it increasingly difficult for me to think straight. Her arse was right up against my crotch, making my cock twitch.

“Relax,” I whispered in her ear. “You said you needed me, Avery. I’m giving you what you asked for.”

A moment later, she wriggled against me before settling down. That wriggling was the last fucking straw. My cock went ramrod straight. Neither of us said anything, but I knew she could feel it pressing into her behind. Everything about this was torture. Having her so close. The way her hair smelt of coconut. Her subtle curves moulding to my body in a way no other woman had. It wasn’t as though I held women like this. I’d certainly fucked them in this position before, but cuddling wasn’t something I did.

Avery’s breathing didn’t settle down, if anything it came faster. My thumb trailed a circle around her stomach. She shifted again, my cock digging further into her. Fuck. I wanted to pull her shorts down and bury my cock in her. Never had I felt such a desperate need for another person in my life.

I buried my face in her neck, trying to tamp down on the urges coursing through me.

“Aiden,” she whispered.

“Hmm?”

“I… I can’t sleep.”

“Why not?”

She shifted. This time I realised she was pressing back against me.

What the fuck?

Avery wasn’t going to verbally acknowledge that my cock was digging into her arse. The tension between us was palpable. I wanted to see her face, see her expression. I needed it. Needed to know it wasn’t just me.

I grabbed her by the waist and forced her to turn around. Her eyes met mine as I dragged her against me. I pressed myself between her legs, not caring that I trapped one underneath me. I could feel her heat on my cock through our clothes.

Her doe eyes were wide in the low light streaming in from a gap in the curtain. Her lips parted but she didn’t make a sound. Her tits were pressed up against my chest, her nipples pebbled. Fuck I wanted to touch them, but I wouldn’t.

I gripped her hip and ground into her, pressing my dick against her pussy. She didn’t tell me to stop. Her hand snaked around my back. Avery fucking wanted me as much as I wanted her. I saw it in her eyes as we stared at each other.

I moved again. Avery began to match my rhythm, her hand moving to clutch my waist. Neither of us said anything. I wanted her to come. I needed her to. The sick part of me wanted to prove she was really mine. To prove I commanded her body and she wanted only me.

Me in her head.

Me between her legs.

Avery was fucking mine.

My cock was so hard and her heat drove me fucking crazy. I was in two minds about ripping her clothes off so I could fuck her properly. If I did that, who knew if either of us could come back from it. I couldn’t give in to that temptation. Dry humping her was already a stupid idea to begin with. Stopping would be impossible.

My name left her lips, almost masked by a groan. That fucking sent me right over the edge. I pressed harder into her.

“Come for me, Avery,” I growled. “Fucking come on my cock.”

Her eyes didn’t leave mine. She bit down on her lip, her fingers digging into my waist.

“I want to hear you,” I told her.

She released her lip, bucking against me as she moaned.

“Aiden,” she breathed. “Harder.”

I ground into her, the pressure between us reaching boiling point. Her cry of pleasure echoed around my skull. She rocked against me, her body trembling all over. The sight of her coming on me was like fucking magic. She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

She panted when she came down from her high. I could feel her heart hammering in her chest where it was pressed against mine. I wasn’t fucking done with her yet. And it seemed she wasn’t done with me either. She pressed herself against me. My dick got harder, pulsating wildly. I needed to come so fucking bad. I needed her.

I ground harder and faster until I felt the familiar tug that signalled I was on the edge. I pulled away from her, rolling over and grabbing the tissues off the bedside table. Whipping out my cock, I managed to catch the hot spurts in the tissues rather than coming in my shorts like a horny teenager.

Cleaning up, I moved away and chucked the tissues in the bin before crawling back into bed next to her. I flipped her over and tugged her back against my front again. Her breathing became soft and steady. She was asleep. I’d had a long day and having her close soothed me. Her steady heartbeat thudding against her chest lulled me into a dreamless sleep.

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