Page 16 of UnTrained: Volume Two
I wrap my legs tighter around him, urging him deeper. The sensation of being filled, of being connected to someone who sees me—truly sees me—makes tears prick at the corners of my eyes. It's overwhelming, this rush of feeling after months of numbness.
"You're perfect," Aiden whispers, his lips brushing my ear. "So perfect for me."
His words slide through me like a current, electricity dancing along my spine. I feel myself tightening around him, another climax building with startling speed. I never expected this—to feel safe enough to let go completely, to surrender not from fear but from trust.
"Let go for me again," Aiden commands, his rhythm never faltering. "I want to feel you come around me."
The command in his voice pushes me over the edge. I shatter beneath him, crying out as pleasure washes through me in waves. My body clenches around him, pulling him deeper, and I see the moment his control breaks. His eyes close, his jaw tightens, and with a groan that reverberates through my chest, he follows me into release.
For a moment, we're suspended in perfect stillness, connected in the most intimate way possible. Then he lowers himself carefully, his weight pressing me into the mattress in a way that feels protective rather than confining. His breath is warm against my neck, his heartbeat thundering against my chest.
"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice a gentle rumble against my skin.
I nod, not trusting my voice.
"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice a gentle rumble against my skin.
I nod, not trusting my voice. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I blink rapidly, trying to contain them. But they spill over anyway, sliding down my temples into my hair.
Aiden shifts immediately, concern darkening his features as he moves to my side, gathering me against his chest. "Lana? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No," I manage, my voice breaking on the word. "No, it's not that." I press my face into the warm curve of his neck, breathing in his scent. "It's just... I didn't think I could feel this way again. Like I belong to myself."
His arms tighten around me, one hand cradling the back of my head while the other strokes down my spine. "You do belong to yourself," he murmurs against my hair. "No one can take that from you again."
I let the tears come then, not the broken sobs of despair I've grown accustomed to, but something gentler, cleansing.
Aiden holds me through it. I feel his chest rise and fall with each breath, a steady rhythm that anchors me to this moment.
When the tears finally subside, I feel lighter somehow. Aiden's hand continues its gentle path along my spine, his touch soothing rather than arousing now.
"Better?" he asks, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I nod, my cheek sliding against his chest. "Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to?—"
"Don't apologize," he interrupts, his voice firm but gentle. "Emotional release is just as important as physical. Your body is processing everything at once."
I trace patterns on his skin, following the lines of muscle beneath my fingertips. "Is it always like that? So... intense?"
A smile touches his lips. "No. What we just shared was special, Lana." His fingers tilt my chin up until I meet his gaze. "You trusted me with your vulnerability. That's a gift I don't take lightly."
The sincerity in his eyes makes something flutter in my chest. This connection between us feels both fragile and unbreakable—a paradox I'm not sure I understand yet.
"You're incredible," I whisper, the words inadequate for what I'm feeling. His arms around me feel like a fortress, keeping the darkness at bay.
Aiden's fingers thread through my hair, gently working out the tangles. "So are you."
We lie in comfortable silence for several minutes, my body draped over his, our heartbeats gradually slowing to match each other's rhythm. I trace the contours of his chest, memorizing the feel of him, the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips.
"What happens now?" I ask, the question that's been hovering at the edges of my mind finally finding voice.
Aiden shifts slightly, his arms tightening around me. "That depends on what you want, Lana."
I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him, searching his face. "What if I want this? You. Us." The words feel dangerous, exposing a vulnerability I've been trying to protect.
His expression softens, something flickering in those blue eyes that makes my heart stutter. "Then we take it one day at a time. See where it leads us."
"Is that even allowed?" I ask, thinking of his job, his role in my rescue. "Won't you get in trouble?"
