Emilia.

"So, which will it be?" Aiden asks after we return to the cabin. Leo is gone and everything is back to normal it seems. The dinner was much needed after everything that happened. We sat, ate, and enjoyed each other's company. It was surprisingly normal, aside from Leo kissing me.

He waits for my answer as we sit on the floor of our bedroom on a plush rug in front of the fireplace, still in our extravagant clothes from dinner.

I thought about this for only a split second when he told me I had two choices. As much as I love the city with him, settling down in a home sounds incredible. I know we're young but it's not like we haven't been living together since I met him and I'll be closer to my mom.

"A house," I tell him, smiling from ear to ear.

Aiden smirks while lighting the fire, the warm golden light flickers through the room. He sits back down next to me, tangling his large hand over mine.

We stare at each other for a longing moment under the flickers of the fire. I watch as they dance in his eyes, mesmerized by the striking emerald and dancing red under his thick lashes.

"I'm really glad you said that." He says, slipping a velvet box in between our tangled hands.

I slowly open it, and confusion floods me as the light hits what's inside.

My fingers trail over the long intricate key that sits snug inside a silk bed. It isn't a typical car or house key; it looks like it belongs to a treasure chest. It's abnormally long and black in color with ornate detailing. I hold it closer to the flickering light to catch the symbols engraved in the metal, it seems to just be vines weaving in and out."

"I don't know what it's for." I say, looking back to him.

He smiles, placing a warm hand on my cheek. "It's the key to your new home."

My eyes instantly well with tears, after leaning in for a kiss I ask "What if I would have said the city?"

He laughs, taking the key and placing it back in its box. "Well, then I would have made a really bad investment buying the mans-" he coughs, "I mean house."

I look sideways at him, "No, you were going to say mansion. Was Ricky right?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. "That isn't a key to a modest home." I realize.

A cocky grin rises on his sculptured face, "It may be a little bigger than your normal house but we can grow into it."

My heart sinks in my chest.

In a good way...he wants a future with me, we've never spoken about it before. I try to work through the knot in my throat, "You mean... with kids?"

"With everything. The white fence, the wedding." He pulls me into his lap, "and a million kids."

The tears flow freely at his confession, I've never felt so much joy spring through me. "Don't cry." He says, bringing his hands to wipe the tears.

I help him wipe away the tears, "I'm just so happy."

"Me too, baby."

Practically bouncing out of my dress I ask him, "When do we leave?"

He stops my movements, holding my hips in place. His firm hands making me melt. "We leave the day after tomorrow."

"Ah, I can't wait to see it. Can we go tomorrow instead?" I ask, he shakes his head. Then it dawns on me what tomorrow is. Thanksgiving. I'm cooking everyone a huge dinner, and I forgot to call my mom.

"Oh no! I need to call my mom." My voice is panicked. Aiden looks around the room, whistling as if it ignore me. "What?" I ask, peeking my face to meet his.

"You won't have to call her, she's already coming." He tells me... did he call her?" "I was going to call her, but Howard made the specific request to do so." Throwing his hands up he gives me a laugh.

"Why is he so precious?" I ask, letting out a relieved breath. I wonder how he'll act around her, knowing he has a crush. This will be interesting.

"Why are you so precious is the real question?" Our conversation comes to a halt when he brings his lips to my jawline, planting gentle kisses towards my neck. "I'm so happy you said yes." He says, his hands starting to roam the soft material of my dress.

He slips one thin strap down, then his warm fingers graze my bare shoulder. My body tingles at his touch, chills running down my spine. I rub my palm against him, feeling him harden in my hand as his pants become tighter.

"Fuck, Emilia." The way he says my name, it does something to me. I always hated my full name until I heard the words leave his lips. He trails the letters out, always putting emphasis on the last letters, it rolls off his tongue perfectly... just like my moans are rolling onto his tongue right now.

He lifts us both up momentarily to take his pants off. I'm already forcefully trying to get his suit jacket off. It takes seconds to unbutton his black dress shirt, he watches me intently the entire time. "Get this dress off of me." I beg. I crave him... I need him inside of me.

"Suck me." He demands, gripping his length and showcasing it to me.

"Dress." I counter, about to break from the tension I feel.

He shakes his head, "I want it on you, you look so fucking elegant right now. Next to this fire, the light is breathtaking against your skin." His words are calm but his chest is rising heavily. I lean down, twirling my tongue over his length and listening to his breathing patterns change.

He's still sitting up, while I go down on him he slowly hikes my dress up revealing my bare bottom. I specifically didn't wear any panties tonight, that way we could have fun after dinner.

With one hand he pushes my mouth further down against him. With his other, his hand slaps my bottom; elicting a moan from me. "That's for being too fucking sexy for your own good." He says, his words playful but I know that he truly thinks I'm the hottest thing ever. I wish I saw myself that way, tonight... I want to.

Leaning up, and dripping from his touch I straddle him again. He looks up at me through thick batted lashes. "What do you want me to do to you?"

"Destroy me." I tell him, growing confident in myself.

"Gladly," He growls. Flipping us over quickly, my back hits the plush rug with his hand behind me supporting it. He hovers over me, his tan skin glistening from the fire.

My dress is pushed up far enough for him to enter, but he teases me. Placing himself at my center and hovering there to drive me insane.

"You have too much control," I moan, unable to wait much longer.

He shoves himself inside of me, "You think I have real control when it comes to you." He asks, thrusting into me. "When it comes to you and your perfect fucking body?"

I moan his name, he continues "Do you know how many times a day I want to bend you over a nearby table and fuck you senseless?" His fingers roam my clit, feather touches make my body shake "It's unhealthy how much I imagine my cock filling you." He groans.

I come undone at his calculated movements, he hits a spot deep inside of me that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. He watches with me wild eyes as I scream his name.

There's no time to collect myself from my intense orgasm as he relentlesly pounds me like a ragdoll. I'm completely lost in the moment. "Where do you want it?" he moans.

"What?" I moan, unable to think properly. Everything feels so good.

"My cum." He says, his movements going faster.

"Your choice."

He pulls out and starts pumping his cock over my body. Working his hard cock through his first, I watch in amazement as his eyes roll from pleasure, his mouth slightly agape as he finishes all over my brand-new dress.

We lay in a heap of heavy breathing and lust. Finally, I say, "You ruined my dress."

He sits up, leaning his body to the side to admire his work. "I like to see you ruined by me." He shrugs, "in case you forgot, I own you." He tells me, his hands gripping the side of the dress and ripping it from my body. The movement makes me gasp, the sheer power of this man amazes me... and turns me on.

He positions himself in front of me, his knees on the rug. "I own your body, and I can do what I please with it." He smiles, bringing his head in between my legs.

"I don't think I can handle anymore," I tell him, biting my lip. But we both know I crave every inch of him.

His laugh is deep, and dark. It sends delicious chills up my spine, "I'll tell you when you've had enough of me, understand?" His firm hands grab my legs, holding me apart as his head moves down. His tongue devours me with expert precision.

"Aiden," I moan, throwing my head back and running my hands through his hair. He lifts for a moment, "Look at me while you cum all over my tongue." He demands, bringing himself back down to twirl around my center more.

I do as he says, watching the lighting from the fire flicker over his dark hair. As my body begins to shake from the pleasure, he grips my legs tighter. Holding them apart so he can lick up every inch of me while I moan his name.

We lay in silence until I can catch my breath. His head rests on my leg while he looks up at me through his perfect eyes. My hazy eyes look around the cedar room, taking in the rich features and breathing in the woodsy aroma. "I'll miss the cabin, the lake and all the fun we had here."

He leans forward "We still own it, babe. We can come back whenever you want."

I shimmy my body down and snuggle into his warm chest. He reaches over and grabs a blanket, covering our naked bodies with it as we tangle ourselves together to go to sleep.

♥️

See y'all Sunday for the Thanksgiving chapter!

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