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 mome
