Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203

Aria’s POV

I stayed there on top of him for a while, my head resting on his chest, listening to the slow rise and fall of Bit Breathing. His abin was warm against mine his fingers tracing slow circles on my lower back like he didn’t want the moment to end. Neither did I. Everything felt still like the world had quered sust for us. I could feel the rhythm of his heart under my cheek, steady and strong, and it made me feel safe in a way I had never felt bethee. We didn’t in anything for a long time. We just stayed tangled up together, skin to skin, hearts still racing even though the fire between us had softened into something warmer, something deeper.

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch soft and lingering, and whispered my name like it meant something. Like I meant something. I looked up at him slowly, and he was already watching me, his eyes darker than before but filled with something I couldn’t name. I leaned up and kissed him again. slow and deep and filled with everything I was too scared to say out loud. He kissed me back like he could hear it anyway. His hands slid up my sides, gearle but sure, and I melted into him all over again. The heat between us sparked back to life, slow and lazy at first, but it grew with every touch, every kiss, every soft breath that escaped my lips.

I moved above him slowly, letting the heat build between us like a rising flame, my hands braced on his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch. His eyes locked on mine, dark and filled with hunger, but this time I didn’t shrink under his gaze. I held it. Owned it. I rolled my hips in a sin circle and felt him twitch inside me, a strangled sound escaping his throat as his hands gripped my thighs tighter. I leaned forward just a little, bringing my mouth to his ear, my voice soft but filled with purpose. “You’re mine now,” I whispered, dragging my teeth lightly over his earlobe. “Every inch of you. Every sound you make.” He growled low in his throat, but it wasn’t a challenge. It was surrender. I kissed down the side of his neck, biting gently as I rocked m hips harder, deeper, riding him with a rhythm that made both of us tremble. His fingers dug into my skin, trying to control the pace, but I pinned his wrists above his head and held them there, grinning as I kept moving, taking him in again and again. “You don’t get to lead this time.” I said, breathless and aching, my voice shaking with power and pleasure. “You just get to feel me.” The look in his eyes was wild, lost in the way I moved, the way I took him over completely. His jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling with each breath like he was fighting to hold on. But he couldn’t. I felt him unraveling under me. coming apart with every slow grind, every deep stroke, and the power in that made me moan his name like a promise. I wasn’t just riding him. I was claiming him. And from the way he looked at me, like I was the center of his whole damn world, I knew he was letting me.

We moved together again, this time slower, deeper, like we were trying to memorize the feel of each other. I felt his hands everywhere, exploring me like he was learning a map, his lips finding mine again and again, pulling soft sounds from my throat I didn’t even know I could make. I clung to him, holding onto the one thing that made sense in all this madness. When we finally collapsed together again, breathless and shaking and glowing with heat, I let out a soft laugh and buried my face in his neck.

“I didn’t think anything could feel this good,” I whispered, my voice still shaky.

He smiled against my temple and pulled me closer. “Neither did I.”

We stayed like that, tangled in the sheets, our bodies pressed close. The air was thick with the scent of skin and sweat and something sweeter. Something like peace. My heart was still racing, but not from fear. Just from the overwhelming way he made me feel. I traced a lazy pattern over his chest with my fingertip and asked quietly, “What were you like before all this? Before the power and the secrets and the fighting?”

He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “I used to be more reckless. More lost. Before the bond.., before you… I didn’t really care if I lived or died. My brothers were the only thing keeping me anchored.”

I lifted my head and looked at him. His face was so open now, his walls lowered just enough for me to see the boy beneath the Alpha. “And now?

“Now I have something to lose,” he said simply, eyes locked on mine.

That hit me in the chest. I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling like crying for no reason at all. Maybe it was relief. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was just too much. “I still feel like I’m dreaming sometimes,” I whispered. “Like I’m gonna wake up and be back in that old house, back to being nothing.”

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