Aiden's POV
Her lips tasted like sin and salvation. Sweet, soft, trembling under mine—but the hunger behind her kiss told me everything I needed to know. She wanted this. Needed it. And god, so did I.
I held her like she might disappear, kissed her like I was starved, and touched her like I was trying to memorize her with my fingertips. I needed every inch of her—needed her surrender, her softness, her fire. I needed to ruin her for anyone else.
Her body melted into mine as if it had always belonged there, and the moment her hands clutched at my back, her nails dragging down with quiet desperation, something primal in me snapped.
She wasn't just a woman I wanted. She was the one I couldn't let go of. The one who'd gotten under my skin, driven me insane, and kept me awake at night thinking about the way she looked when she glared at me... when she smirked… and now—when she moaned.
