24 I don't love.

The next day, Elaina woke up with a lazy smile. Her stomach was growling due to appetite. She lazily opened her eyes and looked at the roof for a while. She tried to get up but felt a heavy weight over her lower body. She turned her face to see a Greek God figure sleeping beside her.

She stumbled for a second and saw a heavenly figure sleeping beside her. He was so close that she couldn't resist her gaze from his charming face. His shirt was off, so his upper body was shown. Broad shoulders caught her breath. His hair was golden, and his eyes were blue, brilliant blue. How could she forget those eyes? The power behind them made her aching for him, and she forced him to be her only.

Elaina couldn't resist her attraction, and her hand reached his head to stroke it. Her touch was tender and caring, but her mere movement caused his eyes to snap open. Her eyes went wide with shock because she didn't disturb him by moving herself or him. She only touched his hair slowly and with so much care.

Aaron glanced into her beautiful orange orbs and whirled to see her sleepy yet beautiful face. Her hunger ran out of the city, visiting his blue gaze. He released his hold over her and lay on his back. She swallowed the lump as her gaze landed on his broad, muscular chest with olive skin and a scattering of hair that ran from his navel and disappeared into his night pants. There was an edge to his touch that she had never felt before.

He was all male and pure domination. There was no mistaking who was in charge here. Something about this man had opened up another side of her that she didn't know existed ever inside her. She knew he could have any woman in the world he wanted; still, he was with her without his will. 

A blush took over her cute smile, and she rushed out of bed and went to the bathroom through the walk-in closet. Aaron glanced at the cute doll in his shirt and ran away. Her attractive smile drove him crazy. His shirt barely reached her thighs, but enough to cover her hips. She was sexy enough to tempt him. He could feel the heat inside him, and his member hardened with desire. 

And at this moment, he wants her. A short yet sweet smile took over the coldness of his face. He smiled after many years; a silly girl made him smile and smile with a desire and full of lust.

There was no denying the chemistry between us; it was raw, honest, and all-consuming. He had hardly touched her, so it was unpredictable for both of them. 

He got up and went to the bathroom of the other bedroom. Taking a quick shower, he went to the kitchen and cooked breakfast and coffee for them. She could only wear his clothes when she came out of the bathroom. She opened his closet and found it beautiful and neatly placed things. She picked up shorts and a T-shirt, which hid her shorts also.

"Jesus!" She looked at herself in the mirror and felt frustrated. She muttered, "His clothes are like crape... I'm hanger to the T-shirt. Why on the hell is he so big?"

"So, you look sexy wearing my clothes," She heard a deep husky voice behind her. She stumbled at her place. She was the one who stood before him naked and asked him to have her as it was his right to have sex with her as her husband.

She swallowed the lump, and the air crackled between them. She caught her breath and tried to ease down her thumping heart. He was held naked, and his trouser was giving an ascent of his hardness over it. Her gaze landed on it unknowingly. She muttered, "Shit!"

He cleared his throat and said, "Breakfast and coffee await you."

He stepped back, leaving her amused. She sighed and felt relaxed as he disappeared somewhere. She went to the dining area, sat on the chair, and pulled the T-shirt to her knees. He narrowed his eyes as if it was a branded T-shirt. She undid it immediately and picked up a coffee mug. She badly needs it. 

He smirked as he undid the step, and the T-shirt jumped back to her thighs., revealing her entire thighs. She cleared her throat and asked to break the utter silence between them, "Where is Blackie?"

He pointed toward the glass window; he was sitting on the big branch of the tree and enjoying the sunlight, sailing his tail in the air. She giggled cheerfully. Aaron was still glaring at her like she was a winning trophy. She sipped her coffee and placed the mug back on the table when she realized he was only a foot away. She jerked off the chair and stood up straight. 

Before she could process and digest his presence, his lips landed on hers. He grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her. His tongue swiped through her lips and pushed her up above the table, making her it on the dining table. 

His tongue danced against hers, and his grip on her face was nearly painful. She was forced forward as he pulled her onto his cock so that she could feel his hardness. She gasped for the air and imagined him fully naked through her closed eyes.

Her inside began to liquefy. Something snapped inside of her, and she began to kiss him back. She loves him more than anything. She took a huge step to be a part of his life. She felt like she had gotten what she wished for. 

She kissed him with everything she had, which was damn good for her. The kiss was soft for the first few minutes, then it turned deep, erotic, and so long awaited. She truly loved him for years. She confessed in between the kiss,-

I love you, Aaron."

He pulled back and looked at her lustfully. He held her face, breathing labored, "I don't love anyone, Elaina. I just fuck."

She stared at him as her chest rose and fell. His hands gripped her face harder, and he licked her open lips. Her insides clenched at the dominance of his action. He whispered to her ears, "I don't cheat on anyone. I haven't touched any woman since we got married. Now, I want you. I want you not to cheat on me."

He kissed her again, and she kissed him back. He smirked, "That was a hungry kiss, babe."

"I was never touched by any man before," Elaina whispered hesitantly. She swallowed again and said, "I'm a virgin."

Aaron laughed hard, breaking the kiss. He asked, "Who the hell stays a virgin till this age?"

"You are kidding, right?" Aaron again gripped her face. She nodded, put her hands on his head, and pulled him down. She kissed him again and said in between the kiss, "I don't fuck only; I love, Mr Black. Beware of me; you will fall in love by sleeping with me. I'm a drug; you can never resist me."

He kissed her back with a smirk. More challenging this time, more urgent, and it was as if some sexual rubber band had been stretched beyond repair and had finally snapped spectacularly. All best were off with this passionate kiss. 

While kissing her madly, he scooped her. She tangled her legs around his waist, and he hurried to his bedroom. He kissed her until they reached the bed. He made her lie on the bed and hovered over her. She sensed his hardness through his pants. His lustful eyes were scanning her body through the T-shirt.

She thought, "God knows how many women slept with him on this bed?"

The thought saddened her, and her desire to be his woman became silent. Aaron leaned and kissed her with a grin on her face. He whispered, "I don't bring a one-night stand at home."

His hand goes to her breast, lifting her T-shirt, and her concentration returns to him with a blush-filled smile. The arousal fog temporarily dissipated. A single line never sounded so hot and so wrong. She wished he would mark her as his. Her body desperately wanted to do as he commanded.

This man is the devil and as tempting as sin. Elaina felt shy about the further scene between them; she flushed and closed her eyes as he removed the T-shirt. He claimed her lips again and started playing with her lips and tongue. 

The phone on the nightstand vibrated, disturbing them. Both of them looked at the phone, breaking the kiss. He muttered, "Fuck off!"