Deep Consuming Addiction

Chapter 109

✨Collision After Silence✨

Ari Darven

The door barely had time to shut before Ari’s hand was on her.

He pulled Elena into him with a force that wasn’t careless—but contained. Like everything he had been holding back all week had finally found somewhere to go. His mouth crashed against hers, not rough, but intense—deep, claiming, hungry in a way that made her breath catch instantly.

She felt it.

Every second of distance.

Every unsaid word.

Every night he hadn’t had her.

It was all there in the way he kissed her now.

Elena melted into him without hesitation, her hands gripping the front of his shirt as if grounding herself in the reality of him being here. His hands moved over her back, firm and certain, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

“I missed you,” he murmured against her lips, his voice lower than usual, edged with something raw.

He didn’t wait for a response before his mouth found her again, slower this time, deeper. His touch shifted—not rushed, not careless—but deliberate. Like he was reacquainting himself with her, reminding himself she was real, that she was still his and he was hers.

Elena felt her body respond instantly, her breath unsteady as his hands moved with quiet confidence, learning her again in a way that made her chest tighten.

“Ari…” she breathed softly, her voice barely steady.

His forehead rested briefly against hers, her breath warm against his lips. “You don’t get to disappear on me like that again,” she said quietly, not harsh—but firm, like a truth she needed him to hold onto.

“I won’t,” he whispered.

That was all she needed.

He lifted her easily, her legs instinctively wrapping around him as he carried her toward the bedroom without breaking contact. Every step felt charged, heavy with everything they hadn’t said, everything they had almost lost.

When he set her down, his hands didn’t leave her.

Not once.

This time, there was no distance.

No hesitation.

His touch softened slightly, but the intensity didn’t fade. It deepened—became something slower, more intentional. Like he wasn’t just reaching for her body, but for something steadier. Something real.

“You feel that?” he murmured against her skin, his voice low, steady, grounding. “That’s me choosing you… even when you make it hard.”

Elena’s fingers curled into him, her breath catching as emotion mixed with sensation, overwhelming in the quietest way.

“I’m choosing you too,” she whispered out of breath forgetting to breathe.

Ari stilled for a fraction of a second.

Just enough to hear it.

To feel it.

Everything about this man drove her crazy. His voice, his six feet chisel frame and his sheer sexiness.She felt dampness between her legs and moaned.

She just stared at him.

Then his hand came up, loosen her hair tie, brushing her hair back from her face as his eyes locked onto hers.

Something in him shifted.

Not sharp.

Not sudden.

But deep.

What followed was rushed.

It was about urgency.

His hand came to her waist, pulling her into him like he’d been resisting it all day. Elena’s breath hitched slightly, but she didn’t step away—she stepped in.

Because she felt it too.

The frustration.

The distance.

His mouth slammed against hers.

The relief of finally being back in the same space again. Their hands moved against each other like flames. Elena's hand moved up his chest to coiled around his neck as she kissed him back.

Her entire being was filled with heat. God this man could make her knees weak.

Ari broke off the kiss with a groan and slid his mouth down Elena throat, dropping tiny kisses against her heated flesh. He felt as if he would go out of his mind if he didn't take his beautiful, sexy woman in his arms, there and then. Elena tile her head to the side to give Ari better access to her neck and shoulder. She moaned lustfully as Ari licked along her neck with the tip of his wet tongue.

"Ari..." she squirmed against him, gasping when she felt his hard massive member pressing into her lower belly.

Ari growled against her skin, the deep vibration sending a shudder throughout her body He needed more, he unbotton her blouse and slipped it off.

"Baby..." Ari legs almost buckled beneath him at the feel of her skin against his.

"Oh God..." Elena moaned shakily as his palm covered her taut nipples.The next second his mouth: heated closed around the sensitive flesh.

"Ahh... Ari..." Elena cried out missing that exquisite feelings as Ari began to suck on her.

He sucked and laved on both n*****s until Elena cried out of pitch. He tore his mouth away from her n****e as he trail kisses down to her stomach.

He went down on his knees, kissed her navel and trail his wet tongue down to her wet folds. Ari..." Elena eyes rolled back in her head as she bit her lips and her legs buckled beneath her. Ari didn't make her fall he held her up on his shoulder and backed her up onto the bed spreading her legs.

His tongue worked her nob until she trembled thrusting against his mouth. " Ahh..." she cried out hands moving in his hair as her body convulse. Elena was going out of her mind with pleasure.

She whispered shakily as she felt the exquisite pleasure inside her. her breath came out harshly. Elena needed the pressure to explode and Ari knew her body, he paid attention and he knew what she needed when he added two fingers at her entrance.

She reached up and pressed his head firmly in place as she reached towards it...felt herself getting lost in it...her heart pounded as ecstatic heat engulfed her body. "Ari..." Elena gasped as she stiffened against his mouth.

And just as Elena orgasm exploded inside her, Ari's fingers slipped deeper, and his tongue moved relentlessly on her nob. Ari watched her came completely undone as she writhed on the bed with screams of rapture. Elena saw stars, Her body convulsed as if she was having a seizure.

One hand clutch the sheets tight and the other almost ripped his hair out his scalp but Ari didn't care at all because he'd never seen a woman come undone the way Elena does every time he paid attention to her body. Ari continued to move his fingers and mouth until he felt Elena go slack.

Ari pulled his fingers out of Elena, causing an intense shudder to rock through her and licked them clean.

Elena brought her arm up and covered her face, eyes closed.

Ari’s chuckle was low, warm, a little amused as he tried to pull her arm away from her face.

“You still shy with me?” he murmured, his fingers gentle but persistent, easing her guard down inch by inch.

Elena resisted for half a second longer, a soft laugh slipping out from behind her arm. “Stop,” she muttered, though there was no real fight in it.

“Stop what?” he asked, clearly enjoying himself now, finally moving her arm enough to see her face.

Her cheeks were warm, her eyes avoiding his for a moment before flicking back. “Looking at me like that.”

Ari’s expression softened, the teasing still there but quieter now, deeper. “Like what?”

“Like you’re… seeing too much,” she said, her voice softer than before.

He stilled at that.

Then his hand came up, brushing lightly along her cheek, his thumb tracing just beneath her eye. “That’s because I am,” he said quietly.

Elena swallowed, her breath catching slightly as his gaze held hers—steady, unwavering, but not overwhelming.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” he added, his voice dropping just enough to feel it.

“I’m not hiding,” she whispered, though she didn’t sound entirely convinced herself.

Ari smiled faintly, leaning in, his forehead resting against hers. “You are… just a little.”

Her lips curved despite herself. “Maybe.”

“Good,” he murmured, pressing a slow kiss to her lips, softer this time, less urgent, more intentional. “I like when you forget to.”

Elena let out a quiet breath, her hands settling against him, no longer shielding herself, no longer pulling away.

And this time—

She didn’t try to hide at all.

Ari slowed everything down.

There was no rush in him now—only intention.

His hands moved over her carefully, deliberately, as if he was reacquainting himself with every part of her he had missed.

His fingers traced along her spine, light, unhurried, sending a quiet shiver through her body.

Elena exhaled softly, her hands moving over him in returnThere was something intimate in it—something equal. Not just desire, but trust. Choosing each other in every small movement.

When he finally lowered onto her, it wasn’t chaotic.

It was slow.

Measured.

Ari hovered over her for a moment, his gaze fixed on her face, watching every shift in her expression like it mattered more than anything else.

“Elena…” he murmured, his voice low, steady.

Her breath was already uneven, her fingers brushing along his shoulders, grounding herself in him.

“I’m here,” she whispered.

That was all he needed.

When he moved closer, it was with control, with patience—giving her time to feel him, to adjust, to stay with him in the moment instead of being overwhelmed by it.

Her breath broke softly at the closeness, her body responding in a way she couldn’t hide, couldn’t contain.

Ari didn’t rush.

He stayed there, steady, letting the moment stretch, his forehead brushing hers briefly as if to remind her—this wasn’t just physical.

Her fingers tightening slightly against him.

And then he moved.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Every movement carried intention, not just desire. He wasn’t taking—he was learning her again, feeling every reaction, every shift in her breathing, every small sound she tried to hold back.

It built gradually.

Not overwhelming.

Not rushed.

Just deep.

Consuming.

Elena felt it rising inside her, the tension, the closeness, the way her body responded to his pace, his control. Her breath grew uneven, her fingers sliding into his hair, holding onto him as if it kept her anchored.

“Ari…” his name slipped from her again, softer this time, almost breaking.

His hand moved up along her side, steadying her, his voice low near her ear.

“I’ve got you,” he said quietly.

And she believed him.

Because he wasn’t losing control.

He was guiding it.

The intensity built, slow and consuming, until her body couldn’t ignore it anymore. Her breath hitched sharply, her grip tightening, everything in her drawing toward that edge she couldn’t hold back from.

Ari felt it.

Of course he did.

His movements didn’t become frantic.

They stayed steady.

Grounded.

“Let go,” he murmured against her skin.

And when she did—

It wasn’t chaos.

It was release.

Her body softened beneath him, her breathing uneven, her fingers still loosely holding onto him like she hadn’t fully come back yet.

Ari didn’t pull away.

He stayed.

Lowering slightly, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close as her breathing slowly steadied.

"Will you give me one more, love."

Elena couldn't speak. She nodded.

His hand moved gently along her back again.

Up.

Down.

“Right there,” he murmured quietly. “Stay right there.”

And she did.

Because for the first time in a long time in days—

It was about closeness.

Reconnection.

The way he held her changed—less like he was afraid to lose her, more like he knew she was staying. His movements firm, deliberate, grounded, his voice low as he spoke to her in between moments, not letting her drift away even for a second.

Elena felt it in the way he didn’t pull away, in the way his hands kept finding her, steadying her, reminding her she wasn’t alone in this anymore.

Ari paused for a moment, close enough that she could feel the heat of him, the tension, the restraint he was holding onto by a thread. His eyes stayed on hers, searching, asking without words.

Elena’s breath came softer now, slower, her fingers tightening slightly against him as if grounding herself in the moment.

And when he moved, it was firm.

Like he wanted to feel every second of it, like he needed to know she was right there with him in it.

Her breath broke softly, her head tilting back just slightly as the moment unfolded between them, both of them caught in that quiet intensity where nothing else existed.

Ari exhaled against her skin, his control slipping just enough to show how much this meant to him, how much she meant to him.

“You feel me?” he said quietly, his voice rough with emotion more than anything else.

Elena nodded faintly, her fingers threading into his hair, holding him there, keeping him close.

“I feel everything,” she whispered.

And this time—

Neither of them held back from the feeling of it.

The room settled into something quieter as the intensity softened into something deeper, something more intimate. Their breathing slowed, their movements easing until it wasn’t about the heat anymore—

But the closeness that followed.

Ari pulled her into him, his arms wrapping around her as they lay there, her head resting against his chest once more.

His hand moved slowly up and down her back.

Steady.

Grounding.