I don’t last.
Maybe it’s because of his words, the feel of him inside me, or his hand around my throat.
Or all of the above.
A wave slashes through me and I scream as I fall down with no landing in sight.
This orgasm is nothing like the ones I had before. It’s primal, raw, and so overwhelming that I can’t breathe.
Aiden continues his overwhelming onslaught, chasing his own orgasm. He goes on and on.
And on.
I’m at that delirious state like the other time. I feel so sensitive and sore, but I don’t want him to stop.
I crave the pain and the pleasure he brings.
I crave him.
His shoulders tense. I still, wanting to watch him fall over the edge as he did to me.
Aiden doesn’t let me.
&
nbsp; He reaches down to my clit and teases it before thrusting into me one final time. I come again with a hoarse cry.
“Fuck,” he groans as warmth fills my insides.
Aiden remains inside me as he pulls me to him. My head rests on his chest, my ear against his heartbeat. His natural, but erratic heartbeat.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
I brush my lips against his skin and remain that way as my lids flutter closed.
Free.
Is this what freedom’s supposed to be like?
Chapter Thirty
Something warm envelops my skin almost like...
Water.
I startle awake, expecting to find myself in that murky, dark water from the nightmares.
My breathing returns to normal when I recognise my surroundings. I’m in my bathroom with its white tiles and pastel pink decor.
I’m also sitting in my half-full bathtub. Completely naked.
Warm water cascades from the faucet, slowly submerging my breasts.
Aiden faces me, but is staring sideways, fussing with my shampoo in all his naked glory.