Pinned Between His Arms

Pinned Between His Arms
“Aaron! What are you doing?”

She hissed with a panicked voice when he was literally cornered her to the wall where anyone can see them. She was too shocked to hear his next word.

“Shhh. Silence. Come with me.”

The music and laughter from the mansion echoed faintly as Aaron gripped Alina’s wrist and pulled her away from the lights, the crowd, and the chaos. She barely had time to ask where they were going before she found herself pushed up gently against the ivy-covered stone wall of their private Study room, where guests weren't allowed.

“Aaron—” she whispered, but her voice was stolen.

His lips crashed into hers. hungry, claiming, almost desperate.

She gasped into the kiss as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. It wasn’t soft, It wasn't patient. It was the kind of kiss that screamed longing. Possession. A man at the edge of self-control.

“Damn! I missed you,” he murmured into the corner of her lips, his thumb brushing over her jaw as he leaned his forehead against hers. “Every damn second passed like hell.” he growled as he scooped her into his arms.

"You’ve been avoiding me," he said, voice low, like thunder wrapped in velvet.

Her breath hitched. “I wasn’t—”

“You didn’t even flinch when you saw my bruised hand. You think I don’t notice everything about you?” he stepped forward slowly, each step deliberate. “The way your eyes avoided mine. The way you smiled for everyone else but wouldn’t look at me.”

His thumb brushed along the faint red bruise on her throat.

“What happened?” he whispered, but his voice was already shaking with fury.

She looked away. “It’s nothing. He just—”

“Lucas touched you?” he growled, voice clipped. “Alina…”

“I handled it,” she said quickly.

He cursed under his breath, then kissed her. Not soft, not asking. Like he needed to feel every part of her to believe she was here. Her hands gripped the fabric of his shirt as he kissed her deeper, one hand in her hair, the other resting over the mark he now swore silently to erase.

He gently got her to sit on the table, made her legs locked around her waist securely.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers. “this is not happening for long. He's gonna regret this shit a lot..”

Alina felt a pang in her heart hearing his dark tone. She can feel how vicious he was right now after seeing the mark on her neck. She doesn't know if it's right or wrong, but she feels like soothing her bruise with honey when he was showing such care to her. It's making her feel vulnerable at the same time fell love.

She reached for his hand, the one that was wrapped loosely with gauze. “Your knuckles…”

“It's nothing!” He tried to brush off.

‘Aaron.” She looked at him with keen eyes.

“I punched a wall. Because I couldn’t punch him. Yet.”

He looked away feeling it's better to not tell her anything that has happened between him and lucas. And Alina also didn't dig any more. She kissed his knuckles gently.

Soon his ice melted, feeling her lips on his skin. He began to get under her touch, jaw clenched. He grunts as his hands begin to caress her waist sensually. He sucked her lips while playing with the nooks of her dress.

“God, you've been driving me crazy the whole night. I couldn't give my head to anything else tonight.”

She was panting, her heart thudding, but a bitter taunt slipped past her lips. “Really? Must’ve been hard… juggling between missing me and entertaining Jennifer.”

The moment froze. She felt his hand movement halted after hearing her talk.

Aaron’s eyes darkened like a thundercloud. “Don’t talk nonsense,” he growled. “You think I care about her? You think I even looked at her when you’re the only one I see in every room?”

“It seems so.” She replied as she wasn't brave enough to look into his eyes afterwards. Yet she could feel his hot temper breathing on her already flushed skin.

His hand slipped down, finding her waist again, pulling her flush against him. His mouth trailed down her neck, and she stiffened. She bit her lips from shouting aloud when she felt him sucking her crook of neck harder.

“Aaron,” she gasped. “Not here. Anyone can come. this is still the party—”

“I don’t care,” he hissed against her throat, his fingers already toying with the zip of her dress. “Let them see. Let them know you are my Woman.”

As he said he locked her both hands behind and began to suck her neck deeply. He was making the red marks replaced with his deep suck.

She released her hands somehow, She pushed against his chest, breathless. “Stop. We really can’t. This isn’t the place—”

Her talks cut in the middle when he already lowered her dress from chest. Now her red linen bra is visible clearly into his eyes.

“Say Who?” He asked with a dark mischievous tone before letting his tongue play a pattern on her bra. She gasped when she felt him cupping her breast before unhooking the bra.

“Aaro—” her voice faltered, swallowed by the heat thickening in the room as his mouth found her breast with aching hunger. The syllables dissolved into a breathy gasp, her words lost the moment his lips latched onto her.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding on as if her sanity depended on it, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to muffle the moan that trembled inside her. He smirked against her skin, savoring the way her body trembled under his touch. how responsive she was to every flick of his tongue, every tease of his breath.

While his mouth worshipped her breast, his hand wandered lower, sliding between her thighs with a slow, deliberate intent. She shivered when his fingers found the edge of her panties, playing with the delicate string like a promise of what was to come.

Heat bloomed across her skin when he growled low against her flesh. a sound that vibrated through her, igniting something wild and uncontrollable deep within.

“Damn, Mia Cara. You were Deliciouly Fucking Wet.” He groans as he lets his fingers slip inside her wet folds.

She bit back a scream, her breath hitching as waves of pleasure surged through her, threatening to shatter her composure. Her body trembled, barely able to stay upright, consumed by the overwhelming desire that pulsed in every nerve. In that moment, nothing else mattered. she needed him, all of him, completely.

Her arms wrapped tightly around him, as though pulling him closer would somehow fuse them together. He answered her unspoken plea, pressing her into him until she could feel every beat of his desire reverberating through her body.

As the heat between them built to a fever pitch, she parted her legs, inviting his fingers to delve deeper. The pent-up frustration from the day, the aching need to have him right here. right now, burned in her mind like a brand.

Even this study, usually filled with silence and intellect, now felt like a sinful witness to something far more primal.

The pressure began to curl low in her belly, tightening with every movement of his hand. That familiar pull, the one only Aaron could ignite. coiled inside her like a storm about to break.

“A-Aaron… I… I’m… ahh—”

“Let it go, mia cara,” he growled, voice thick with restraint and hunger. “Cum on my fingers.”

His command, laced with raw need, pushed her over the edge. Her body arched into him, clinging to his frame as wave after wave of release rolled through her. She gasped, her breath coming in sharp, shattered bursts.

And then came the rush of realization.

Did I just cum on his fingers?

The thought struck her hard, bringing a wave of heat to her face that had nothing to do with pleasure. Mortified, she buried her face in his blazer, unable to meet his eyes. Her skin flushed deeper with every heartbeat.

Aaron only chuckled, a deep, amused sound that vibrated through her.

With unhurried ease, he slid his fingers out of her and brought them to his lips, licking them clean with an audible, slow flick of his tongue.

“You’ve already come on my face, Mia Cara. Remember? and this?” He gave her a teasing smirk. “This was just a little warm-up.”

Her hand flew to his arm, giving him a playful punch, though her cheeks were scarlet. The sight of him tasting her so unabashedly made her body spark all over again.

She opened her mouth to protest, to say anything, when a voice from a distance shattered the moment.

“Alina!”