Chapter 184

Aria's POV After multiple orgasms, my body collapsed into a boneless heap against Aiden's chest. My lungs struggled for air, my throat raw from screaming his name. "That wasn't a thriller movie at all," I panted, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his sweat-slicked chest. "That was straight-up porn." Aiden's deep chuckle vibrated against my ear. "You complaining, baby?" His large hand cupped my ass possessively. "Not even a little," I admitted, feeling another aftershock ripple through me as his fingers dipped between my thighs. "God, I'm so sensitive now." "Good." He kissed my temple before scooping me into his arms. I didn't protest—my legs had turned to jelly anyway. "Let's get you cleaned up." He carried me upstairs, my head nestled against his shoulder. The intimacy of the moment struck me harder than the sex had. In the bathroom, he gently placed me on the counter and started the shower. "Arms up," he commanded softly, and I obeyed, letting him peel my sweat-dampened shirt over