Aurora’s Pov
Waking up the next morning, I felt warmth beside me. Ryan was still asleep, his breathing slow and steady. His face was relaxed, free from the usual sharpness and intensity that always made my heart race.
I couldn’t stop myself from staring. He looked so perfect, so peaceful.
Then, memories of last night flooded my mind.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. My body tingled just thinking about it. He was huge. I had touched him. Tasted him.
Where did that confidence come from?
I don’t know.
I bit my lip, my thighs pressing together as an unfamiliar ache settled between them. Just the thought of him made me wet.
I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. I never planned to do anything last night. It was supposed to be a surprise. But Ryan found out, and things just… happened.
I needed a shower.
Carefully, I slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake him. My legs felt weak as I walked to the wardrobe. I was relieved to see that the maids had stocked up some clothes for me. I grabbed a dress and hurried into the bathroom.
The warm water cascaded over my body, calming my nerves but not my thoughts. I closed my eyes, letting my hands glide over my skin.
And then I imagined it was Ryan touching me.
A soft moan escaped my lips.
My breath hitched as my fingers traced lower. My body was so sensitive, aching for something I didn’t fully understand.
Stop, Aurora.
I snapped my eyes open, shaking my head as I quickly washed up. This was embarrassing.
I needed to get a grip.
After drying off, I slipped into my dress and stepped back into the room.
Ryan was awake.
His dark eyes were on me immediately.
“Hey… good morning,” I said, feeling a blush creeping up my neck.
His lips twitched. “Good morning, little one.”
I swallowed, suddenly nervous.
My eyes without thinking…drifted downward.
My breath hitched.
I quickly looked away, mortified.
Ryan chuckled, his voice low and amused. “Did you like what you saw?”
My face burned. “I…no! I mean….”
“Don’t do that to yourself,” he interrupted smoothly.
“Do what?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He got up from the bed.
I didn’t get a chance to process what he was about to do before his lips crashed against mine.
The kiss was hungry. Intense.
“You shouldn’t touch yourself while I’m here,” he murmured against my lips.
My entire body froze.
Oh.
Embarrassed. For the second time.
Ryan deepened the kiss, his hands roaming my body like he was desperate to feel every inch of me. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers threading into his hair.
Before I knew it, my back hit the mattress.
His body hovered over mine, his weight pressing me down in the best way.
He pulled back slightly, his breathing heavy.
His eyes, God, his eyes were deep red.
So Beautiful.
“Let me show you how it’s done,” he whispered.
“Ryan…”
“Trust me, Aurora.”
I nodded. I trusted him more than I trusted myself.
His breath was hot against my skin, his lips trailing down my neck in a way that made my entire body shiver. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape, but it was useless.
The sensation was too much, too good. I felt his hand slide lower, fingertips brushing over the thin fabric of my underwear, and my thighs clenched instinctively.
God, please don’t stop.
“Don’t hold back, Aurora,” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and rough, sending another wave of heat through me.
I turned my head slightly, catching a glimpse of his eyes, still that deep, mesmerizing red that made my stomach twist in the most delicious way. There was something dangerously intoxicating about them, something primal that drew me in, even as I knew I should pull away.
His fingers pressed against me through the fabric, and I gasped, my hips lifting slightly off the bed.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice laced with hunger.
I could feel the truth of his words, the slickness pooling between my legs, my body betraying every ounce of resistance I pretended to have.
I wanted to say something, to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I just nodded, my breath coming in shallow gasps.
He paused, his eyes searching mine. “Tell me to stop anytime you feel like I’m going too far.”
I nodded again, my throat too dry to speak. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also… alive. More alive than I’d ever felt. He tossed the fabric aside and returned to me, his lips crushing against mine with a hunger that made my head spin. His hand found its way back between my legs, and I gasped into his mouth as his fingers began to explore me.
No one had ever touched me like this before. No one had ever made me feel like this before.
It was overwhelming, unreal, and I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped me, each one swallowed by his kiss. His touch grew more urgent, his fingers moving faster, and I arched into him, my body begging for more.
And then… he stopped.
My eyes flew open, confusion and frustration swirling in my chest.
“Why did you…” I started, but the words died in my throat as he moved down, his lips trailing a path of fire down my body.
My hands fisted in the sheets as he positioned himself between my legs, spreading them wider, giving himself access to every part of me.
I tried covering them slightly, but he stopped me.
“Don’t be shy Aurora,”
I was still putting on my dress, but it felt like I was fully bare in front of him.
And then his mouth was on me.
A sharp cry escaped my lips as his tongue flicked against me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. I arched off the bed, my hands finding their way to his hair, gripping the strands tightly as I pushed him closer, wanting more, needing more.
His tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of me, and I felt like I was unraveling, piece by piece, under his touch.
“You’re so beautiful, Aurora,” he murmured against me, the vibrations of his voice sending another jolt of pleasure through me.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel as he worked me closer and closer to the edge.
“Faster,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible.
He complied immediately, his movements quickening, his tongue dancing over me in a way that made my toes curl.
The pressure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I felt like I was going to burst. And then, with a final stroke of his tongue, I did.
My back arched off the bed as the wave of pleasure crashed over me, my entire body trembling with the force of it.
I cried out, my grip on his hair tightening as I rode out the sensation, every nerve in my body alight with ecstasy. When it finally subsided, I collapsed back onto the bed, my chest heaving, my skin slick with sweat.
He crawled back up my body, his lips finding mine in a slow, deep kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and the thought sent another spark of heat through me. He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting mine.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft, almost tender.
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “Yeah… that was… incredible.”