Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 461: Not just held, not just cherished —but consumed.

More of his heat.

More of him.

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"I have waited enough, Moon," he rasped against her lips, breaking the kiss just enough to breathe. "I can't wait another second."

His mouth moved to her jaw, then down her neck, biting just under her ear.

"Not having you around for all these weeks … it's tormented me in ways I can't even describe."

Arwen's breath hitched.

"I fear …" he whispered, just before his teeth sank into the curve of her neck, making her cry out softly. "I fear tonight, I won't be able to control myself."

He bit down again, this time lower, leaving a mark only he would know about. "You will have to bear with me, Moon. But still …"

He paused, pulling away to look into her misty eyes. "If you don't want this … we can stop here. I won't force y—"

But before he could finish, Arwen silenced him with another kiss, firm and full of purpose. His teeth nipped his lower lip, punishing him for even thinking such a thing.

"Force me if you have to, husband," she whispered, voice breathless and bold. "But don't hold back at times like these. I like you as a gentleman, but I would love you even more if you lose control with me."

Her words sliced through his restraint like a knife.

"I want to know what it feels like to be ruined by your love. Not just held, not just cherished —but consumed."

She kissed him again —softer this time, yet carrying an unspoken demand.

"You once said you would always be at my disposal," she breathed against his lips. "Tonight, I am giving myself to you the same way."

Her lips curled against his skin as she leaned close to his ear.

"Don't hold yourself back, husband. Lose control if you want to. I am here to take everything that you are willing to give."

Aiden's gaze darkened to something feral. His muscles tensed beneath her provocative touches, responding to her every word.

His hand moved back to her neck, gripping it firmly and pulling her face close, so that their lips were barely inches apart.

"You want me to lose control?" he asked, his voice thick and edged with a dare.

Arwen met his gaze without flinching, her eyes glowing with challenge and desire. "Yes."

"Then brace yourself."

In the next instant, Aiden pressed the button that lowered the divider between them and the driver.

"Drive faster," he commanded, his voice sharp, making Arwen's heart skip a few beats. "Straight to the hotel. No stops."

Alfred didn't dare look. He simply nodded, responding with his eyes on the road. "Yes, sir,"

The divider rose again, and before Arwen could speak, Aiden had flipped her, her back, her back against the seat.

His mouth was on hers again —hot, unrelenting as ever.

His hands roamed her body, kneading just at the places that drew gasp after gasp from her lips.

"You want to see me lose control…" he growled, his lips brushing her jaw, his voice vibrating through her skin. "Then remember this moment, Moon —because from here on, there is no going back."

"You have uncaged a beast," he whispered, trailing kisses down her throat, "and he will never be tamed again. You will never see my gentle side again … not when we are like this."

"The beasts …" Arwen managed between trembling breaths, "they are better when they are unrestrained."

And that was all it took …

The last thread of restraint in him snapped.

By the time they arrived at the hotel, Arwen had already lost herself in Aiden.

He lifted her into his arms the moment the car door opened, shielding her from the cool night air and the curious eyes of the hotel staff with his jacket.

They said nothing as they entered the penthouse suite —only the thunder of their heartbeats and the weight of anticipation filled the air.

The door hadn't ever clicked shut when Aiden backed her against it, his hands sliding under her thighs to lift her, his mouth crashing into hers with unfiltered need.

"I can't hold back. I need to feel you even closer," he said, his hands already moving to unzip the dress she was wearing.

Soon, the clothes came off in a trail across the marble floor —his tie, her heels, his jacket, her dress.

He carried her to the bed as though she were something precious and dangerous all at once.

Arwen looked at him and couldn't help but smile.

"What are you smiling at?" he asked, intrigued.

She shook her head. "It's nothing. I just realized … you simply can't be ungentle with me. You care too much to be rough, and it both makes me laugh and cry."

"That's because I can't bear the thought of hurting you, Moon. Not even when I am dying to satisfy myself. You are too precious for that."