Deep Consuming Addiction

Chapter 82

✨ Consumed✨

Elena Vale

Elena barely had time to close the door behind her before she felt him.

The penthouse was dim, the soft glow from the city lights pouring through the windows, reflecting off the glass in Ari’s hand. He stood at the bar, jacket off, sleeves slightly rolled, his presence filling the entire room.

Waiting.

For her.

His eyes lifted the moment she stepped in—and everything in his expression shifted.

Something darker.

Hungrier.

“Elena.”

Her name left his lips low, controlled… but it carried weight.

She didn’t even realize she had started walking toward him until she was already halfway across the room.

He set the glass down slowly, never taking his eyes off her.

And then—

He moved.

Fast.

Ari closed the distance in seconds, his hands coming up to her face, fingers firm against her cheeks as he tilted her chin up.

And kissed her.

Rough.

Immediate.

Like he had been holding it in for too long.

He took her bottom lip between his, biting just enough before his mouth opened over hers, his tongue sweeping in without hesitation.

Elena gasped softly—but leaned into him just as fast, her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, matching his energy without thinking.

The kiss deepened.

Heavy.

Demanding.

Like neither of them wanted space anymore.

When he pulled back, it wasn’t far—just enough for their breaths to mix, lips still brushing.

“I want you,” he said, voice low, rough.

Elena’s breath caught in her throat.

“You want me?” he repeated, his thumb dragging slowly along her jaw.

She nodded.

But no sound came out.

Ari’s gaze darkened slightly.

“Use your words, princess,” he murmured, the word soft but commanding, sending a shiver straight through her.

Elena swallowed, her fingers tightening in his shirt.

“I want you… baby,” she said, her voice barely steady.

That was all he needed.

Ari exhaled sharply, his forehead brushing hers for a brief second before his hands dropped to her waist, gripping her and pulling her flush against him.

“Say it again,” he murmured.

Her breath hitched.

“I want you Ari.”

His jaw flexed.

“Good.”

His lips found hers again—but this time slower, deeper, like he was savoring her, like the night was just beginning.

His hands moved along her sides, memorizing, claiming, reminding himself she was right there—finally.

And Elena—

She didn’t hold back.

Not this time.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to her, kissing him like she needed to feel him just as much.

Because she did.

And in that moment—

There was no space for anything else.

Just him.

Just her.

And the way they came undone the second she walked through that door.

Ari didn’t rush her. Not yet, he didn't.

His hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, deliberately — not rushed, not shy. He shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor.

Her breath hitched.

He wasn’t performing.

He wasn’t showing off.

He was offering himself.

His belt followed. Then the rest. He stood before her with a confidence that wasn’t arrogance — it was certainty.

Her gaze moved over him before she could stop it.

And he noticed.

A faint smirk curved his mouth.

“Will you take yours off for me?” he asked softly.

The confidence in his tone made her stomach flip.

She swallowed, cheeks warming under his steady gaze. But she didn’t look away.

Not this time.

Her fingers slid to the zipper at the back of her dress.

Slowly.

The sound felt louder than it was.

The fabric loosened, slipping from her shoulders, pooling at her ankles in one fluid motion.

Her heart pounded in her ears.

She stepped out of it.

Standing there.

Exposed.

Vulnerable.

But not unsure.

His expression changed then.

Into hunger—

Immediately.

Something deeper.

Something that made her chest tighten instead of just her breath.

His eyes moved over her—not carelessly, not greedily—

But carefully.

Taking her in.

“Look at you…” he murmured, voice lower now, almost reverent.

Elena’s breath trembled, but she didn’t step back. Didn’t cover herself.

Not this time.

Not with him.

His hand lifted, brushing lightly along her arm, down to her waist, then back up again like he needed to feel that she was real—that she was actually standing there in front of him naked.

"Where you planned to put that sir," her fingers traced along his aroused member before wrapping her palm around it.

Ari chuckled low, "in your stomach." He said closer to her ears hand trailing down her back.

Her boldness fractured just beneath the surface…

“You don’t even realize what you do to me,” he said quietly.

Her lips parted, but no words came.

Ari stepped in closer, closing the last bit of space between them, his body warm against hers. One hand came up to her face again, tilting her chin just enough so she had to meet his eyes.

“No running,” he added softly.

Elena shook her head slightly.

“I’m not running.”

“Good.”

His thumb brushed along her bottom lip, slow, deliberate, before his mouth followed.

This kiss was different.

Still intense—

But slower.

Deeper.

Like he was taking his time with her now, feeling every reaction, every breath she gave him.

Her hands moved to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her palms, her fingers spreading like she didn’t want to miss a single part of him.

“Ari…” she breathed against his lips.

His name alone sounded different now.

Softer.

Needier.

His hand slid down her back, steadying her as her body leaned into his without thinking.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured.

And she believed him.

He guided her backward slowly, step by step, until the back of her legs met the bed. She sat without breaking the connection, her eyes still locked on his as he stood between her knees.

For a second—

He just looked at her.

Like he was deciding something.

Then he reached for her again, hands firm but careful as he pulled her closer, his forehead resting against hers.

“You still with me?” he asked quietly.

Elena nodded, her hands rising to his neck, holding him there.

“Yes.”

That was all he needed.

His lips found hers again, deeper this time, and whatever space had existed between them—whatever hesitation, whatever restraint—

It disappeared.

And as he lowered them both onto the bed, still wrapped up in each other, it wasn’t just about desire anymore.

About wanting.

About finally letting go of everything they had been holding back.

Together.

He lined up at her entrance.

When he moved inside her, it wasn’t forceful—it was careful, deliberate. Ari applied pressure inching his way in.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head by the time he got all the way in and sat still giving her a second to get use to him.

“Look at me,” he murmured, his voice low, rough with restraint.

Elena did. And something in her chest tightened. She didn't know what to expect but it felt much better than that.

“How does it feel?” he asked softly, his forehead brushing hers. “Are you okay?”

She didn’t answer right away—because she wasn’t used to being full like that. To being asked. To being considered.

Ari gave her time to adjust.

“It… it feels…” Her breath caught as he shifted slightly, slower, testing. “Different.”

His lips came down over hers, not quite a kiss. “Good different?” he pressed gently.

She nodded, fingers tightening against his shoulders. “Yes…”

Ari exhaled, something easing in him, but his focus never left her face.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said quietly. “Or slow down… or stay right here.”

He didn’t move again until she gave the smallest, almost shy nod.

Then he did—slow, measured, watching her with every shift of his body like her reactions mattered more than anything else.

And they did.

Her breath changed first. Then the way her body softened under him, then tensed again in unfamiliar waves she didn’t fully understand.

“Like that?” he asked, voice rougher now, closer to losing control but still holding it. “Or slower?”

Elena shook her head quickly, a soft sound escaping her before she could stop it. “Don’t stop…”

That was all he needed.

His mouth found her skin—her shoulder, her collarbone, the side of her breast—each kiss slower than the last, like he was learning her piece by piece. Like he intended to memorize her.

His hands followed where his lips went, tracing, discovering, grounding her whenever she seemed like she might drift too far into the intensity of it.

Her fingers slid into his hair, holding him there when his mouth trailed lower, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.

“Ari…” his name came out unsteady, almost like a warning.

But he only looked up at her, eyes darker now, searching.

“Too much?” he asked immediately.

She shook her head again, breath uneven. “No… just—don’t stop.”

Something in him snapped a little at that—not into roughness, but into something deeper. Hungrier. Still controlled… but barely.

He shifted her gently, guiding her without breaking that careful attention, never forcing, always watching.

He was sliding back out and moving back in just before he moved out of her.

Each thrust deliberate, forcing her to meet him, to feel him, to stay with him. His grip tightened at her hip, guiding her rhythm, setting the pace. He never lost eye contact for long. Every time she looked away, he brought her back — with a hand at her chin, with a firm hold at her waist.

Low, unsteady breaths that turn into barely-contained sounds leave her lips.

A trembling exhale against his skin

Even when she closed her eyes, even when her body trembled under his hands, he stayed anchored to her—his lips brushing the her neck, his touch firm but reverent.

Elena shivered, her breath catching as sensation built in ways she didn’t understand but couldn’t resist.

Elena felt it the moment they came together—

a slow, breath-stealing pull that made her body react before her mind could catch up.

Like something inside her recognized him. Pleasure starting to build in the pit of her stomach.

Welcomed him.

Held on.

"Oh my." Her breath broke softly against his shoulder, fingers tightening in his skin as a quiet, trembling sound escaped her. Not from pain—

But from the overwhelming fullness of it.

Of him.

Of them.

It wasn’t just physical.

It was deeper.

A meeting.

A claiming.

A connection her body didn’t question—only answered.

“Ari…” she whispered, his name falling from her lips like she didn’t know where else to put everything she was feeling.

And in that moment—

There was no distance.

No hesitation.

Just the way she fit around him…

Like she had been waiting to.

He held her firmly at the waist, fast stroke turning into a deep one purposely hitting her harder and deeper every time.

"Ari," she panted. Moaning and grabbing at him.

His grip tightened—not rough, but firm, claiming—anchoring her as he buried himself in the moment, into her, in the quiet intensity that had been building and she clenched around him.

Her breath hitched, a soft sound escaping before she could stop it, her fingers tightening against him as another unsteady exhale followed.