Chapter 162 Ditto
Kane's grip tightened at the back of her neck, anchoring her as his other hand moved, slipping under the fabric of her dress, finding the lace of her thong and pushing it aside without pause.
Aria gasped into his mouth as his fingers found her, her body reacting instantly, even as her mind tried to catch up.
“Kane…”
He did not stop.
Without warning, he pushed a finger inside her, the movement direct, controlled, claiming. She wasn’t fully ready, and the stretch pulled a sharp breath from her as her body tightened around him.
“Relax,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low, steady.
His thumb shifted, finding her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that sent a jolt through her, breaking whatever resistance she had left.
Her fingers tightened in his shirt, her body pressing into his as the tension gave way, as her breath turned uneven.
“Kane…”
Her voice had changed.
He felt it.
He watched it.
His finger moved inside her again, deeper this time, slower, curling just enough to make her react, to make her break.
Her head fell back slightly, her mouth parting as a soft sound slipped free before she could stop it.
Kane didn’t miss it.
His mouth followed the line of her jaw, then back to her lips, swallowing the next sound as it came.
“You said you weren’t worried,” he murmured.
Aria tried to answer.
She couldn’t.
Not properly.
Her thoughts were slipping, scattering under the steady rhythm of his hand, under the way he controlled every response she had.
Another sound escaped her, louder this time, her body leaning into him without hesitation, without restraint.
Kane held her there, kept her there, his movements precise, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.
Like nothing outside this moment existed.
Her composure cracked further, her breathing uneven now, her grip on him no longer controlled but clinging.
She knew it.
She felt it.
And she couldn’t stop it.
Kane pulled back just enough to look at her.
Her eyes were unfocused, her lips parted, her breath coming in soft, broken pulls.
Not undone.
But close.
Very close.
A faint, satisfied look crossed his face.
“Don’t worry so much,” he said quietly.
Aria let out a shaky breath that almost turned into a laugh, except it didn’t quite make it that far.
“Don’t…” she tried.
He didn’t let her finish.
His thumb pressed just right, his finger curling again, and whatever she was about to say dissolved completely into a broken sound as her body reacted sharply, her head dropping forward against his shoulder.
Kane steadied her easily, his hand still working, still controlled, still deliberate.
“Focus,” he murmured.
She tried.
She failed.
Completely.
By the time he slowed, her body had gone soft against him, her breathing uneven, her thoughts scattered beyond recovery.
Not broken.
But completely, undeniably affected.
Kane watched her for a moment longer, taking in every detail, every reaction, every shift he had pulled from her.
Then, quietly, near her ear,
“How about we stop thinking,” he said, “and finish what we started… my wife.”
He took her by the thighs and stood, her body pinned against his, and crossed to the sofa. He kissed her once, soft and deliberate, the kind of kiss that said everything the rough part of him was about to say differently. Then he set her down and pressed her forward over the arm, her hips angled up, and notched himself at her entrance.
“Press your legs together.”
She obeyed.
He sank inside her slowly, a low groan pulling from his chest. “So tight like this.”
The sound she made was involuntary, her fingers gripping the cushion beneath her. He pulled back and drove forward again, hard enough that her feet left the floor, and she cried out, her body rocking into the firm edge of the sofa with each thrust, the friction building exactly where she needed it.
His hands found her hips, steadying her, holding her exactly where he wanted. He kept the pace relentless, deliberate, watching the way she moved against him, the way she chased it.
His palm came down sharp against her ass.
She clenched around him instantly, a broken sound escaping her, and he did it again, felt her tighten again, and kept going until her whole body was shaking and she was grinding back against him without restraint.
The orgasm hit her hard.
Kane followed a beat behind, his grip tightening as he buried himself deep and held there, his forehead dropping between her shoulder blades, both of them breathing in rough, uneven pulls.
Neither of them moved for a long moment.
When she finally turned to face him, her hair was a mess and her eyes were still unfocused, and he looked at her the way he always did after — like she was the only thing in the room worth looking at.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to her ear.
“I love you, Mrs. Pierce.” His voice was low, rough at the edges. “I will always love you.”
Aria smiled, completely spent.
“Ditto.“