The command in Arwen's tone was unmistakable, and it only made Aiden's smirk grow wider. Pride gleamed in his eyes as he gazed at her flushed face, the fiery determination was making her look even more captivating.
"But aren't you sore and sensitive?" he asked, his voice laced with mock concern, carrying the hints of tease.
Arwen furrowed her brows at him, narrowing her eyes at him. "We will take care of it later," she replied with a resolute tone, her cheeks still tinted pink. "I am sure you know plenty of ways to heal me, husband."
Aiden chuckled lowly, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. He glanced down at her belly. "You seem so sure," he murmured before dipping his head to press a kiss against her navel his lips brushing lightly against the sensitive skin. "How can I disappoint you?"