Chasing His Rejected Wife
Chapter 31 -

Warning: Explicit chapter ahead.

He let out a low growl, slid his hands under my butt, and stood up easily, with me in his arms as though I weighed nothing. Dimly, I heard a crash, what sounded like multiple objects hitting the floor, then Aiden set me on his desk, nudged my legs apart with his knee, and stepped between them to take my mouth in another filthy kiss and I forgot everything again. With a hand on my chest, he gently guided me down to lie on the table, the wood cool against my back. Smoothly, he divested me of my jeans, then paused to stare at my body again, his gaze roaming hungrily over my ample curves, clad only in matching pink panties, a fact I was eternally grateful for because this was one of the few occasions I bothered with matching underwear. There was a moment when I felt self-conscious; at a size twelve, there was a lot more of me than was deemed conventionally attractive. My waist wasn't as defined, my stomach was not flat and I had wider than-average hips and no thigh gap.

But when I tried to cower away from his scrutiny, Aiden set a firm hand on my belly and growled. "Stay still."

I wanted to protest, but he cut me off with a kiss to my stomach, moving down with tiny kisses down my body, lingering at the top of my panties. One hand running featherlight touches up my thigh, stroking a maddening slow rhythm towards the edge of my soaked panties. I felt the first flutter of nervousness as he touched me. I'd never gone this far with anyone before and for a moment, I was anxious about taking the next step.

As though he sensed my hesitation, he captured my lips again, this time in a slow, gentle kiss that reassured me and settled my nerves. His hand continued playing with the edge of my panties until he felt me relax enough to continue. Finally, after long moments where he just teased me, his hand slid under my panties and touched me in the place I needed him the most.

"Ohhhh..." I bucked at the sensation, his hand impossibly cool against my heated center. My entire nerve endings were focused on that spot, craving more, needing more. My hips arched into his touch, chasing the sensation as one finger stroked over my swollen clit, and another slid into me in an imitation of the act that I hoped would soon follow.

"You're so fucking tight for me," Aiden leaned down to whisper, voice heavy with desire. "I can feel you grasping so greedily at my hand, sucking me in...so hungry. I can't wait to be inside you, feel you squeeze my cock just like that." "Aiden!" I could feel the pleasure build rapidly, as he speeded up his thrusts, the room filled with the sounds of my moans and cries and the sounds of wet flesh. Then added another finger that sent me into a spiral, waves of pure ecstasy crashed over my head and I lost my senses temporarily.

By the time I regained my senses again, Aiden had shucked off his jeans and underwear and stood over me, watching me with a satisfied smile. "You came so hard for me. Good girl."

I blushed, inordinately pleased with his praise, and propped myself on my elbows, my body still languid from my orgasm. I wanted to look at him, at all of him and he stood there, lazily stroking a hand over his hard length, and let me devour him with my eyes. I watched him stroke himself, a little alarmed at the size of him, wondering if it would fit in without hurting me.

I wasn't certain if Aiden knew I was a virgin. That bit of information had never come up in any of our conversations before and right now, I was reluctant to tell him because I didn't want him to have second thoughts and stop before we went all the way. So, I took a deep breath, allowed a slow, seductive smile to curve my lips, and then bent my knees to prop my feet on the table, giving him a full view of what waited.

"I want more," I whispered.

His eyes darkened in approval and he moved towards me, then grasped my legs to hook them over his forearms, spreading me open once more. He adjusted me until I was the perfect height to take him and slid into me in one long, smooth

move.

I bit back a cry as a sharp pain tore through my lower body and temporarily broke through the haze of booze. Mercifully, the pain only lasted for a short while because Aiden began to thrust hard and fast, intent on chasing his pleasure, unaware of what he'd just taken; what I'd just given him willingly.

My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging deep enough to break the skin as I clung on first from pain, then my orgasm began to build anew, while he rutted above me, slowing only to adjust our positions. Soon, with a hoarse shout, Aiden came, his seed spilling inside me. His grip on my thighs tightened as he shook from the force of his orgasm. I didn't come this time, but I wasn't complaining, instead basking in the weight of my husband as he half lay on top of me, lost in post-orgasmic bliss.

Then my world shattered anew as he uttered the one name that could break me into two.

"Elisa...." he groaned, his breath fanning over my cheeks. I froze, but he either didn't notice the slip or just didn't care, because he rolled off me with a satisfied sigh, got up and started getting dressed without sparing me another glance. I got up slowly, my back aching from lying on the hard surface of the desk, and picked up my clothes, humiliated and despaired.

I blinked and the vivid recollection of that fateful night faded from the forefront of my thoughts. My brain, for reasons of its own, had decided to open the floodgates holding the hidden memories of the night that had indeed changed the course of our relationship, but in ways I had never imagined.

Aiden had left the study shortly after, leaving behind the lingering scent of sandalwood, spice, and sex. Just like that. I wasn't even sure now, if his memories of that night were better than mine or if it was just fragmented pieces. All I knew was that my hopes of a positive change in our marriage had been crushed the minute I saw that look on his face.

"Jess, hey?" Anna's call pulled me from my thoughts. She'd wandered out of the room sometime after Aiden had left, but I had been too caught up in my thoughts to notice. Now, she leaned against the counter, and peered at me, alarmed at whatever she read in my expression.

"Did that asshole say something thoughtless to make you cry?" She demanded, furious.