Chapter 28 Hot shower like never before!
28\. Hot shower like never before!
Soft rustling sound of waves filtering in through the curtained windows broke Aura's sleep. She stretched her arms and turned to her back, looking at her side— only to find the absence of indentation. Damien was gone.
She set aside soft strands of hair falling before her sight as at the same time she noticed a fresh fragrant rose with a note resting on his pillow, beside her head.
'Hey love,
It was hard to leave you in bed like that! But I had to... There arose an important job I could not neglect. Do not worry, I'll be back in your arms soon. Love you. Miss you.'
She blushed hard. Her cheeks turned rosy red and the morning sluggishness faded away as she stared at the last statement on the yellow note he left for her.
'And please... Do not wear any clothes! I want to see you in your birth suit when I return.'
It ended with a winking face drawn with his name written under it.
A rush of heat crawled below her spine in the very morning. Aura lifted her head from the pillow and discerned the floor at the bedside, at his shirt.
It was lying there as is; however, the creases that it beheld made her dig her skull back in the pillow.
He was rough the other night. So rough that the marks, loves bites and aching hickeys on her white skin pained. The pain barely made her hiss. It was sweet pain that Aura would willingly take further in future. It was a pain any woman would love to take.
She tried to pull herself off the comfort of warm sheets that homed his scent. But just as the pretty housekeeper raised herself, a rush of torment seared between her legs. She placed her fingers over her inner thighs and winced.
It was sore and swollen— and bite marks could be felt under her fingers.
Yeah, bite marks!
Alpha Damien relished her as his favorite cuisine. He pierced his sharp teeth into her flesh, leaving swollen marks almost everywhere.
Of all that she bore on her once spotless skin, the bite mark on her left breast heated her cheeks more than the others. He had bitten around her nipple quite mercilessly, making it look like a tattoo.
When he had looked at it as they were attempting to sleep in each other's arms, he had naughtily whispered in her ear, 'My watch compliments this diamond on your chest!' while he stroked her pebbled nipple.
It had, honestly, made her clench her jaw and press her head in the crook of his neck at the remark to conceal her red face which she was certain could be seen by him in the inky black room. He was a wolf after all!
Well there were plenty such remarks to recollect and shy away with a beetroot red face, and Aura could not help but set them aside while she anyhow led herself out of the bed.
It was difficult. She swore her limbs trembled tremendously. Had it not been for the wall, Aura was not capable of walking on her legs at all. She took support of the perpendicular concrete surface and dragged herself, bit by bit, feeling extremely exhausted.
She wished to sink back in bed and linger in the embrace of a cloud-like mattress and wear his scent through the quilt, but her body smelled different. She was in urgent need of taking a bath.
When Aura stepped in the shower and put the artificial shower of water overhead, a tingly yet aching sensation brimmed her till head. Every inch of her figure stung. Her feminine areas ached at the same time.
She lifted her hands to rub on her skin when a pair of arms surrounded her waist.
"I have forever been craving a hot bath like this since I woke up in the morning!" A husky dark voice, ecstacy and needs sewn within it, hushed near her left ear.
A series of grasp erupted from her mouth as something stiff stabbed in her back just about her hips.
Aura didn't have to imagine what it was as she very well recognized it as the images of it penetrating her the other night rushed back like a chain of thoughts.
"Damien!" Her name came out as a shiver whisper.
She felt both fright and exhilaration, draping her from head to toe when she sensed his needy fingers wrapping around her bust chest.
Her head instantaneously rocked back against his shoulder, permitting him to take control over her. At that moment all the pain and predicament she had faced while walking till here vanished! Aurora felt her body revitalizing with new strength that which came from him.
She quickly turned herself around, her eyes boring into his. A sizzle of need palpated in her bewildered eyes as they found his lips smiling at her in need and enthusiasm.
Gosh... He was handsome. If handsomeness had a face, his would be shown.
Dear heaven, he was a gorgeous man. Elegant, and yet intensely male. His features were also intensely male—a firm, straight nose, a wide sensuous mouth, strong chin and jaw, high, aristocratic cheekbones. But the most devastating feature of all were his eyes. So dark. So sharp. So direct and honest that she found herself swimming in their depth— wanting to touch his soul.
It was unfair to make him so hot. Definitely, Aura assumed, the moon goddess created him at her hour of leisure. He could not be so dashingly handsome if he were not created with patience and desire. It was as if he was infused with all the greatness in equal proportion yet a bit more than the other males. It was just so hard to look away— even if she knew her heart was bleeding in fear and fascination at his rough yet scorching touch.
His features were equally hard as his personality, cut in strong, more-than-handsome lines, but all the more powerful because of it.
Aura noticed he was dressed in a black suit, one that emphasized his broad shoulders and strong, muscular legs, and cloaked him in darkness. But what hitched her breaths about his dressing was that— he was drenched just like her but looking more than just irresistible.
She wanted him to make love to her. NOW. Even though her body was aching in simmering pain, she wanted him again. And right now.
"Damien," He raised his eyebrows in response as he roamed his needy palm on her breasts between them.
"Why are you so handsome?" A short grin of enchantment touched his lips as he gulped his saliva of amazement.
This woman knew how to press his buttons at the correct time.
Rather than answering her question, he combined their lips in a soft buttery so much as gentle kiss while his fingers either lost in the maze of her dripping wet hair pulling her closer, and around her little waist that fitted in his hold perfectly— as though it was carved according to the measurement of his arms.
He missed her so much!
Damien consumed more than thirty minutes to peel himself out of the bed and go out to carry on with his intended job. As he woke up, he was spelled by the serene feature of her sleeping profile while Aura laid on her stomach.
Her entire back just above her hips was open. His eyes drank the glistening lustre of her back, slowly trailing the pad of his fingers on the surface of her glimmering skin. Though she was asleep, he watched her relax down at his doing and snuggle on the pillow.
She was getting affected by his touch even in sleep, but here, Damien was having a hard time staying under control. He knew he had a meeting (he had forgotten) to undertake, and if he kept drinking the nectar of her glowing back then he would only end up postponing it, which didn't seem like a good idea.
That said, with half and disappointed heart he hopped down the bed and left— not before kissing her hair twice.
But now... As he entered his spacious beach house, hoping to get a view of her in the birth suit just as he had wished for— the noise of flowing water caught his heed.
Damien didn't have to think twice what she was doing as he recognized the warm scent of vapor which was igniting from her hot shower. As he quietly tiptoed inside the bathroom, he was hit with a dual emotion of lust and inevitable want when he watched her blurry image at the condensed glass of the shower room.
Her hands were held high, she was washing her hair. Her petite frame was imagined by him as automatically his legs led him inside the rectangular bathing region.
Damien cocooned her from the back since she stood facing the door, and just as his fingers came in contact with marshmallow soft skin of her bosoms, it shot a signal between his legs— erecting his half hard shaft into fully straight hard rod as it itched to plung out of the boxers.
He was occupied with the activity of attending fluffy soft twins on her chest when he heard her speak across his mouth, her lips shuddering, "Damien, I want you to love me." splitting his face in a wide grin, Aura directed his mouth in the crook of her neck and pressed his head there so that his mouth with her burning skin, needing his touch.
Dear heaven, her various shades were going to be the death of him.
Tbc…