Chapter 352: Starstruck idiots
KAEL
Her words cracked something open in me.
A laugh broke out of my chest, rough and unrestrained, because Aria always managed to catch me off guard like this. A slap outside a nightclub... of all the ways for my story with her to begin.
And she was right.
"You really slapped me," I said, shaking my head with disbelief that was more joy than anything else. "Bold little thing. Reckless. Fueled by hatred." I smirked, brushing my lips against hers. "It stood out."
She tilted her chin, eyes sharp despite how flushed she was. "There was no way I could’ve just walked away after the kind of arrogance you threw in my face at your office that day."
I chuckled again, the sound low, pressing her closer against me as her legs wrapped tighter around my waist. My hands gripped her firmly, holding her against the mess of my desk, and I kissed her neck slow, savoring every shiver she gave me.
"But you like it now, don’t you?" I murmured against her skin. "My arrogance."
"Maybe..." Her breath hitched, a soft gasp sliding out as she whispered, "Wait—" But her fingers dug into me like she didn’t mean a word of it.
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Half dazed. Breathless. Beautiful. And once again I realized then, with a clarity that made my chest ache, how terrifyingly much I loved her.
I didn’t want to ever lose her again.
Not for anything.
Not even to death itself.
The thought alone was unbearable... I’d rather die first than feel that kind of pain again.
So, instead of telling her that truth, I teased her.
"Let’s run away," I said softly, brushing my lips over hers like a secret. "Somewhere no one knows us. Just you and me. Like those starstruck idiots who elope on TV."
"Hmm? Really?" She chuckled, eyes gleaming, and asked, "When should we start packing?"
"As soon as we’re done with this," I whispered back, meaning every filthy word, before capturing her lips again.
I kissed her softly at first. Slow pulls. Gentle sucks. A playful bite at her bottom lip, drawing it into my mouth and savoring her muffled moan. I dragged it out, savoring her taste, kissing her until my chest burned and I couldn’t tell if it was my lungs starving for air or my heart clawing out of my ribcage.
She muttered against my lips, voice husky, "I’m not sure I’ll be conscious by the time you’re done."
That made me laugh again, a dark, heated sound. "You’re strong enough to handle me," I told her, because I knew she was.... even when she doubted herself.
"Is that French for ’I’m not done with you?’ Mr Roman?" She mused.
"Oui."
I lifted her easily, carrying her across the room to the couch in front of my desk, kissing her all the way. I laid her down carefully, still cradling her, stroking her hair back from her face.
Then my hands slid lower, pushing my t-shirt up to expose her breasts, worshipping them with my mouth. Sucking. Licking. My palm cupping her jaw, her neck, forcing her to arch and take every bit of attention I gave her.
Her body moved like it belonged to me... arching, trembling, begging for more even when she didn’t speak. I kissed my way lower, down her stomach, into the soft inside of her thighs. I bit her there, slow and deliberate, just to hear her gasp.
Then I pressed my cock against her soaked pussy, the head nudging her folds, and I could feel my own cum still dripping out of her. I groaned, scooping it with my fingers and pushing it back inside her, watching the way her body jolted, the way her lips parted as she moaned for me.
"Fuck, Aria," I muttered, staring at the mess I was making of her. "Look at you..."
Her gasp when I pushed my cum back into her snapped the last thread of restraint I had left.
I didn’t even wait... just spread her thighs wide, gripped her hips, and shoved inside her in one hard stroke. She cried out, head tilting back against the couch, and I swear I almost blacked out from the way her pussy clenched me like she hadn’t had enough, like she’d never have enough.
"Fuck," I groaned, forehead pressed to hers, "you’re going to kill me, Firefly."
And then I lost myself.
I took her raw, relentless, pounding into her like the couch was built to take it. Her nails clawed my back, her voice breaking in a chorus of moans that only made me drive harder, faster.
Every thrust was hunger, every stroke an oath that I’d never stop wanting her. I had her pinned, folded, spread... using every angle to push deeper, to hear her lose herself again and again beneath me.
Her walls squeezed around me until I was swearing into her mouth, kissing her senseless even as I kept wrecking her. She tapped my arm weakly, a muffled sound spilling from her lips, and I slowed. I couldn’t help it, the second I saw the way her body trembled, the way her face softened, I shifted.
My hips still moved, but slower, deeper. Worshipful. I kissed her everywhere I could reach, her jaw, her throat, the corner of her lips. My hand cupped her face, my thumb brushing her damp cheek as if I hadn’t just fucked her raw. I whispered her name, over and over, until she finally whimpered that she couldn’t anymore.
I stayed inside her, chest heaving, forehead pressed against hers. I wanted more—God, I always wanted more—but she was done. My Firefly had burned herself out.
So I pulled out slowly, kissed her lips tender, and stood. With one hand, I grabbed my phone off the table and dialed. "Niko. Blanket. Now."
He answered with a stiff, "Yes, sir," and a few moments later, the door cracked open. A hand with a neatly folded one stretched out without a word.
I took it and wrapped Aria in it, swaddling her against my chest like she was the most precious thing I’d ever touched. Her head rested against me, half-asleep, but when I carried her back toward the bedroom, she stirred just enough to press a soft kiss against my neck.
That was it. I was done for.
In the bathroom, I set her gently on the counter, kissing her again—slow, lingering, like I hadn’t just spent hours ravaging her. Her hands tugged at my face, pulling me closer, her lips desperate and soft all at once.
Water ran in the background, steam beginning to rise. But I didn’t care. Not when she was here, kissing me like she owned me. Not when she did own me.
"Firefly," I murmured against her lips, "you’ll be the death of me."