Chapter 42

He kisses me back, softly, so delicately that he doesn't wants to hurt me. His hands lifts from my cheek, fingers threading through my hair as he deepens the kiss. He tastes like comfort, need and I press myself closer, wanting more while not knowing what has gotten into me. For a moment, just a small moment, everything in my mind disappears and there's nothing except the thought of this man.

He pulls back, hesitant and meet my eyes. "Aurora..." He trails off in a whisper. "You're not fine."

My heart catches in my throat at the sound of my name, so soft and concerned on his lips. His fingertips trace the arch of my brow, brushing lightly against my skin as he studies me.

My hand curls around his shirt, and I shake my head. "I'm fine."

"I know you're not." He whispers back, but the argument isn't there. He's not trying to convince me of something; he's just laying the truth bare.

And then, he leans in, closing the distance between us once more. His lips are back on mine, with the same urgency I hold inside me. His hands leave my cheeks, sliding around my waist and pulling me closer to him. He shifts on the bed and his kiss is no longer delicate. It's rough, consuming.

Heat pulses through me. The tips of my fingers turn warm along with the rest of my body. My fingers grip the back of his hair as his tongue delves deeper into my mouth, raising a fire within me.

His lips break away from mine for a moment, and he takes a breath before leaving a trail of his tongue down my neck. I feel his mouth on my throat, soft and warm, drawing small gasps and whimpers from me. His tongue teases my skin, tracing lines and patterns till I'm withering from within.

His hands slide over the fabric of my shirt, tracing the curves of my body. He pulls away slightly and looks at me with caution. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I whisper back, my breath hitching as his fingers dance over the hem of my shirt, "I'm sure."

Zade needs no further encouragement. He lifts my shirt over my head, tossing it aside like it's nothing more than a barrier between us. My skin tingles under his touch as fingers trace the lines of my body, making me shiver despite the fire that's spreading through my body.

I slip onto his lap, and his hands immediately find their place on my waist, pulling me closer as our lips collide again. His kisses are rough, intense, leaving me breathless. His hands wander my back, his nails digging in slightly, causing me to gasp into his mouth.

I curl my arms around him, pressing my chest against his. My fingers disappear into his soft curls while I drag my hips forward, till I can feel his hardness pressing against my pussy.

He nearly bites into my lower lip but before he can, he pulls away, controlling himself. His hand tucks away the strands of my hair away from my hair and he places me back down on the bed before dragging down my pants to my legs, leaving me completely bare to him.

His hand slides up my thigh, stopping between my legs. His fingers dance over my sensitive skin, drawing a low moan from me.

"You're beautiful, Aurora," he whispers, his voice husky. "So incredibly beautiful," My cheeks flush with warmth at his compliment. "And all mine for taking."

His gaze lingers over my body, yet again. My insides clench at the way he looks at me each time I'm bare, naked and under him. I heave in a breath. His eyes shift from my body and onto me. He nears and cups my cheek, drawing my gaze back to him. His fingers glide down, tracing my jawline in a stroke that makes my heart race.

"Every part of you," he murmurs before kissing my neck, "is beautiful."

Wherever his hand goes, so does his mouth. I arch into his touch, a soft sigh slipping past my lips. He place kisses over the dip of my navel, and along the curve of my hip, making me feel like I'm the only woman in the world that matters to him.

"I want to savor every inch of you. To taste you, to touch you, to cherish you. I want to feel you shiver under my touch, to hear you gasp and moan my name." He whispers before leaning in and capturing my lips. My lips part wider as his tongue sweeps in.

My hands move to his shirt, reaching for the buttons. I undo one, and then another one. It's not long before I can touch him, feel what's underneath his dark clothing. My fingers trace the contours of his abs, feeling the hardness. His hands move to my headpiece, gently lifting it from my hair and placing it on the bedside table.

He pulls back from the kiss, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches for his own pants, unbuttoning them and sliding them off.

His fingers trail down my body, moving lower and lower until they find my sensitive spot. He touches me there, slow and gentle at first, exploring and leaning the rhythm that makes my breath him.

I hold his wrist, yearning for more, to feel his fingers inside, to feel him inside me, but he doesn't lets me feel it. I've been denied for too long.

His fingers continue their torture, rubbing and teasing until I can't stand it anymore. I buck against him, a gasp leaving my lips. His eyes fills with desire as he watches me squirm under his touch.

"Zade..." My voice is a whisper, full of need.

"Say it again." He growls low in response.

His name leaves my lips again, louder this time, a moan more than a whisper. His eyes flash with satisfaction before he pulls his fingers away from my clit and presses his cock against my entrance.

He thrusts into me without any warning, burying himself deep within. My nails dig into the mattress and a gasp tears itself from my throat. He watches me, his eyes never leaving my face, his gaze drinking in each expression I make.

Every gasp, every moan, every whisper of his name, he savors it.

But then he slows down, pulling back until only the tip of his cock remains inside me. I tremble at the feeling of emptiness yet full. He holds there for a moment, a smile playing on his lips before he lowers himself on me and thrusts back in, slowly.

I cry out and wrap my arms around him. He takes his time this time, his pace slow, gentle, caressing. My fingers slide through his hair.

He claims my mouth once again, his tongue twining with mine slowly, just as his thrusts. He tastes of desire, of need, of a fire that only he can out.

My insides tighten around his thickness as I surrender myself to the pleasure, allowing it to take me, to engulf me. My back arches and a staggered moan slips from my throat. I'm lost in him, in the feel of his body moving with mine, the taste of his lips, the sound of our breaths.

My wetness drips onto my legs as I finish. It comes quick and takes over me quick. I wrap my arms around him again and bury my head into his neck as he continues, driving pleasure out of me once more.

My nails bury deep into the solid muscles of his back. My cries echo around the room as another release builds inside me.

I press my mouth against his neck, kissing him as my fingers trace over his shoulder.

"Aurora," My name slips from his lips in a prayer as my tongue flattens over neck. His body tenses beneath me as my tongue trails further to feel the throb of his pulse against my lips.

My core clenches and my own neck tilts back.

"Oh," I breathe heavily as my eyes fall upon his left shoulder and the faint lines of a tattoo. My fingers reach the collar of his shirt and in subtle movements, I drag it into my hand before catching a glimpse of his tattoo.

I have seen it before, but barely in any light. Then, I didn't know what it was. But under the dim light of this room, I see it clearly now.

It's my name.

My breath catches in my throat as I trace over the ink with my fingers. It's written in neat cursive letters, forever etched onto his skin. The sight of it terrifies me.

My lips quiver, but before I can process what it is, my body submits to the pleasure weaving through me and I finish on his cock once more. It hits me hard this time. A loud cry escapes my lips, filling up the silence.

Moments later, I feel him tense within me as he finds his own pleasure. His hot release fills me, to my core. I breathe against his neck as he growls. The feeling of him pulsing and twitching inside me, his hot release coating my inner walls sends another jolt of pleasure through, stretching my own climax.  

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