Page 155 of Crimson Promises
She nodded.
“I’m going to have you multiple times. Kiss every inch of your body. Make you beg for me. My fingers, my hands, my cock will all be inside of you.”
Aurora shivered at the bluntness of my words.
I wanted this to be her choice. So much of her life had been decided for her or forced to remain hidden. She now knew she was what I wanted. I’m sure Aurora could feel the evidence of that herself. This was different from the last time we had come together. That was passion and heat, and not that this wouldn’t be, but neither one of us had been honest about what we wanted then.
Our truth made things more vulnerable, more fragile. Aurora needed to understand what I had meant when I had asked to stay. A better man would have been okay with any scraps she would give, but I wanted all of her, every last morsel.
She swiped her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. “I understand. I still want you to stay.”
I was awed by the woman in front of me.
She lifted the shirt over her head while stepping out of her pants. Both articles of clothing silently pooled onto the floor. I didn’t expect the peach-colored scraps of lace and silk covering the parts I was anxious to unwrap myself. Not for a second did I look away as my eyes roved the length of her body. There was enough light from the lamp to let me see every inch of her long and toned body, the scars, freckles, and birthmarks that were a treasure map just for me.
“I’ve never encountered anything as gorgeous as you,” I choked out, my voice thick. “Falling for you was unexpected.”
I shed the layers I had on, never straying my eyes from hers.
Her eyes caught on some of the scars I had earned during my time at war, others from underground duels I had thrown myself into at The Sublime Nocturne when the grief of losing Jos and my mom felt too much. There was nothing like the adrenaline of feeling alive as you’re forced to fight for your life.
Aurora's stare dipped below my navel, and her eyes widened. She’d already seen it, but I couldn’t help the rise of my chest at her reaction.
I moved towards her and swept her into my arms. As tempting as it was to have her bent over the couch, I wanted to ravish Aurora and make her feel loved and worshipped. I carried her to her bedroom and kicked the door behind me. The vibration of the door slamming caused a book topple and Aurora released a tiny giggle.
Softly, I laid her down on the bed. I rested on my forearms, our heads close enough that our noses were touching.
I kissed her until the evidence of my need was digging its way into her hip bone. Once she was breathless and relaxed, I took my time exploring every inch of exposed skin. I used my mouth and tongue to follow the path my fingers traced. I idled over the areas that made her cry out, wringing as many sounds of pleasure as I could from her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, hands fisted in the bedsheets.
“Ben,” she whispered, pleading. I wanted to hear my name like that on her lips daily for the rest of my existence.
I lowered my mouth to her center. She arched her hips up at the slide of my tongue, and I growled my endorsement. Her thighs clenched in my palm. Aurora tossed her head from side to side, muttering variations of “yes, so close, and please, please, please” repeatedly. Her body coiled. I increased the pressure of my tongue and pumped a finger in and out of her. Her back bowed as I brought my pace to a fervor. I felt her pleasure explode as she cried out in ecstasy. She melted into the bed.
While she was swimming back to the surface of reality, I licked my lips, loving the feel of her on my tongue. I massaged her hip bones and her inner thighs. We were only getting started. Tonight was going to be a marathon, not a sprint.
When she opened her eyes, she grabbed my elbows and pulled me up the length of her body. I showered tiny butterfly kisses all over her face: both eyebrows, the tip of her nose, each one of her ear lobes, her jaw, her collarbone, the cleft of her chin, and finally, the bow of her lips.
She lifted a hand, touching my cheek. My gaze remained locked to hers. Aurora moved her hand, exploring.
“You’re perfect, Ben,” she murmured.
I leaned into the feel of her. Shoving my forehead in her throat. I didn’t want her to see how much that simple compliment tore me to shreds. When you are treated as nothing for so long, you begin to believe it.
Her fingers scraped and played in the area below my hips. Her own version of teasing and taunting. I tried thrusting my hips forward, desperate for the feel of her touching me.
Her fingers brushed my hardness, and my body jerked at the contact.
She paused.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
The tendons in my neck bulged as she began to move her hand up and down. My breaths came ragged and shallow. She began to increase her strokes, adding a twist and a slight squeeze at the base of my shaft.
Her eyes looked as deep as the ocean. Heat mixed with happiness. All barriers she had erected around herself, she took down for me. When she caught me staring, she lowered her thick lashes, shielding what else she was feeling.
She grabbed the base of my cock and guided it toward her entrance. “I’m ready.”
