Chapter 365: Late night secrets
His mouth was everywhere... kissing, nipping, tracing lines of fire down my neck, like he wanted to devour me. My pyjamas shirt was pushed halfway up, his hands spanning my ribs, his breath hot against my skin. The hoodie he wore bunched awkwardly between us, his body straining against mine like he was barely keeping himself under control.
Every brush of him, every low groan swallowed into my mouth, made me ache deeper. And maybe it was the weight of the day, or the way he looked so vulnerable in my world, not his... but I wanted to flip the script. I wanted him to break for me.
I broke the kiss first, pressing my fingers to his mouth before he could protest.
"Shh," I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. "The whole house is asleep."
I tugged at the collar of his hoodie, pushing him back just enough to meet his eyes in the dim light. His pupils were blown wide, his lips swollen, his chest rising and falling too fast. His eyes were dark, heavy with want, but also sharp with command... the kind of look that usually meant he was about to take control.
Not tonight.
"Aria—" he started, voice gravel with need.
My finger pressed harder to his mouth. "Shh. Quiet, remember?"
He exhaled, trying to pull me closer again, but I shook my head and began pressing kisses down his throat instead, slowly, ignoring the quiet growl in his chest.
His body tensed as I kissed across his neck, down his chest, tasting the warmth of his skin.
"Aria," he warned with a low voice but I went lower regardless.
I kissed along his abs, slow and deliberately, feeling the muscles tighten under my mouth.
He caught my wrist, still trying to tug me back up. "Don’t," he rasped. "I should be the one—"
I pulled free, meeting his eyes with a daring look as I pressed another kiss lower, just above the waistband of his sweats. "Be quiet."
"Aria..." he called again, but softer this time, as if afraid the walls might listen.
His breath halted as I settled between his thighs.
The hoodie shifted higher, the sweatpants sliding down just enough. And then there it was... the evidence of how much he wanted me, his cock straining against the material, hot, hard and impossible to ignore.
I glanced up at him, catching that flicker of memory in his eyes... the study, the last time I had him like this. He swallowed hard, his hand clenching in my hair, every muscle in his body tight. The memory of it all made me even bolder.
My hands traced the line of his hips, claiming every part of him. His hands slipped into my hair, already trembling with the effort of restraint.
"You’ve been so stressed today," I whispered against his skin. "Let me help you fix that."
His breath shuddered, sharp and uneven, as I pressed a kiss just above the waistband of his sweats, the most delicate brush of lips, before curling my fingers into the fabric and tugging it down slowly as I freed him.
Kael shut his eyes for half a second, like he couldn’t bear to watch me look at him there. But when I leaned my lips against his rock hard bulge and pressed another kiss against him, his breath shuddered violently, his hand slipping from my hair to fist into the sheets instead.
His jaw flexed, his head tipping back for a split second before he forced it down again, glaring at me through hooded eyes. "Aria..."
He hissed out a breath, trying again. "Let me take care of you instead."
"I already told you," I whispered against his skin, kissing the sharp cut of his hip."Be quiet."
"But..."
I ignored him, parting my mouth slightly and brushing a slow lick across the thick veins of his cock.
His entire body jolted. His breath tore from him, ragged, the sound quickly muffled into the back of his hand as he bit it down.
I did it again, even slower this time, dragging my tongue up until I reached the tip. I flicked against it lightly, teasing, then pressed another kiss there.
His lips parted on a sharp inhale, and for a moment he looked almost pained with restraint, his eyes needy as they locked on mine.
Satisfied, I let the angry red tip slip past my lips... only halfway, teasing, my tongue tracing lazy circles as I tasted him while setting a slow pace. His hips shifted despite himself. His fists tightened on the sheets. His throat worked around a strangled groan he barely managed to keep locked behind clenched teeth.
I held his hips down with both hands, keeping him from moving, forcing him to stay still and surrender to me.
He looked down at me again, eyes wide and dark, his breath shuddering, his control unraveling thread by thread. And in that moment, Kael Roman... the man who could silence a boardroom with a glance, who commanded empires... was nothing but mine, trembling in silence, struggling not to wake the house with the sounds of his own pleasure.
He buried his mouth against his wrist to keep himself from waking the house, but when I dragged my tongue down the thick vein again, his head tipped back against the headboard, a groan escaping despite him.
My mouth was wrapped around the thickness, loving the way his thighs trembled beneath my hands, the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to force me deeper but couldn’t bring himself to do it.
I pulled back for just a second, looking up at him with a teasing smile. "You’re holding back," I whispered, my voice low and daring, brushing my thumb along the length of him. "Go on, Kael. Stop pretending you don’t want to fuck my throat raw."
His chest heaved, his gaze darkening so sharply it made heat coil in my stomach. For a moment he didn’t move, like he was wrestling with himself, fighting against the urge. Then his hand tightened around my hair, gentler than his eyes promised, but firm enough that my pulse jumped.
"Aria..." he moaned, warning and plea in one.
I was soaked just from the sound of him breaking, muffled groans slipping past him, his eyes squeezing shut when I wrapped my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks. My thighs pressed together, soaked and needy, my own body betraying me with how ready I was for him.
"Fuck," he hissed into his hand, voice cracked with restraint. His hips jerked despite himself, shallow thrusts stuttering as if he couldn’t decide between controlling himself and ruining me. "Aria—God—"
His cock pulsed hot and heavy on my tongue, every vein dragging against my mouth as I slid down slow, savoring the way his whole body jolted beneath me. His grip on my hair tightened, but he still fought himself, guiding me gently when I knew he wanted.
I stopped just before the base, pulling back again with a wet pop, my lips smeared with spit, my chest heaving. I looked up at him... his jaw clenched, his throat working, sweat starting to bead along his hairline... and I smirked. "You’re close, aren’t you?"
His nostrils flared. He shook his head once, stubborn, but the tremor in his thighs betrayed him.
I leaned in, dragging my tongue up the underside of his cock, slow, teasing, circling the swollen head until he was groaning into his fist. "You’re holding back again," I whispered against the tip, pressing a kiss there. "You think I can’t tell? You’re right on the edge."
He growled, low, guttural, his head tipping back again. "Aria... don’t—"
But I did. I took him back into my mouth, deeper this time, until my throat fought around the thickness, gagging softly as my eyes watered. His hips jerked despite himself, the tip hitting the back of my throat, and he let out a strangled sound, muffled into his wrist.
I pulled back just enough to breathe, smirking up at him through damp lashes. "You don’t have to be gentle with me Kael."
Something inside him shifted.
His fist loosened and tightened all over again in my hair, his hips rolling shallowly into my mouth, like he was testing something. Me. When I didn’t resist, when I moaned around him instead, his control dissolved.
He started thrusting, not brutal but firm, steady, each drive forcing his cock deeper into my throat until I gagged and swallowed around him. His jaw dropped, a hoarse groan slipping free before he bit it back with his teeth.
My hands gripped his hips, nails digging into the hard muscle, holding myself steady as he fucked into my mouth.
His pace grew erratic, uneven, as if he was fighting to drag it out, but I refused to let him have that control. I relaxed my jaw and took him as deep as I could, throat straining around his length. His entire body shifted and he let out a raw, muffled curse.
"Fuck—Aria—" His voice cracked, broken, desperate.
He thrust deep one final time, his cock buried to the hilt in my throat, and then,
His whole body seized, shuddering violently as he came, hot and heavy down my throat. I swallowed every drop, my hands clutching his thighs, my lips sealed around him as I milked him through it.
His groans spilled out, strangled, uncontainable, his head tipping back. It wasn’t quick, wasn’t clean, it dragged on, wave after wave, his cock twitching against my tongue as if he’d been holding it in for days. I swallowed again and again, feeling him spill into me until there was nothing left but Kael trembling slightly.
When I finally pulled back, breathless, his cock softened against his stomach, slick with my spit. His eyes were glazed, his mouth parted, chest rising and falling like he’d just fought a war.