Chapter 50. Followed

Joan POV

A moan slipped from my lips as I tangled my fingers in Aaron’s hair. There was no better way to wake up than with a man between your legs.

I was sore. Last night had been the most action I’d had in three years. Aaron was a beast unleashed, taking me in ways I hadn’t even imagined—against the wall, on the bed, blindfolded. He’d left no stone unturned.

Exactly why it surprised me to wake up with his head still buried between my legs, his mouth teasing the swollen bud of my desire. One of his large hands cupped my breast, rolling the sensitive nipple between his fingers as I arched into him. I was sore, but I didn’t care.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice like gravel against my skin as he slid a finger inside me.

His other hand pressed down firmly on my stomach, holding me in place as my hips bucked.

His rhythm started slow and deliberate, every movement building the pressure until I broke apart beneath him. My body melte