Page 225 of That Rush

“More.”

His rhythm quickens. The slow drag of his cock becomes a hard, steady thrust that rocks me forward across the rug.

“Harder.”

The restraint he’s been clinging to finally snaps.

Aiden jerks my hips back and drives into me. The slap of his body against mine fills the room, rough and filthy beneath the soft crackle of the fireplace.

“That’s what you wanted?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me harder.”

He makes a dark, broken sound and gives me exactly what I asked for.

One hand leaves my hip and slides around my body. His fingers find my clit, rubbing fast circles while he pounds into me from behind.

I drop to my forearms.

“That’s it, baby.” His other hand moves up my back and closes around the nape of my neck. “Take it.”

My body tightens around him.

Aiden curses. “You keep squeezing my cock like that, and I’m not going to last.”

“You’re mine,” I gasp.

His rhythm stutters.

I look back at him. “Every stubborn, controlling part of you.”

“Fuck yes, I am.”

“And I want all of you.”

His hand leaves my neck and curves around my shoulder, pulling me back into every hard thrust. “You have me.”

The words are ragged, nothing like the controlled promises he offered earlier.

“You have all of me, Paige.”

Pleasure winds tighter beneath his fingers. My legs begin to shake, but Aiden holds my hips up and keeps fucking me through it.

“I’m close.”

“I can feel it.” His voice drops lower. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel how much you missed me.”

My orgasm hits hard.

I cry out his name as my body clamps around him. Aiden keeps moving, dragging every pulse out until the pleasure becomes almost too much.

Then his thrusts lose their rhythm.

“Paige.” My name comes out strained. “Tell me.”