Aiden
I smirked as Nelly slowly began to recover, her body trembling, legs weak beneath her, breath uneven. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and rimmed with heat—and God, she was wrecked in the most beautiful way.
But I wasn't nearly done with her.
My own need was pulsing—thick, hard, insistent. A cocktail of restraint and hunger burned through me. I needed her again, needed to feel every inch of her wrapped around me.
I leaned in and gently propped her up. Her body sagged into mine, soft and pliant, still buzzing from release. She watched me, chest rising and falling, as I slid off what was left of her clothes—her skin glistening, nipples peaked, lips parted. Her bra came undone with a flick, and I let it drop. Then her eyes tracked my every move, wide and dazed as if I was something she couldn't quite believe.
She tried to say something, her voice barely above a whisper. "Aiden, I'm—"
