Chapter 38 Do you think it's easy to love?

Chapter 38 Do you think it's easy to love?
Asha
   Auren looks up at me with saucer wide eyes as I undo my buttons.
    "Wh- whoa, what are you doing?"
   I roll my eyes, "What does it look like I'm doing?" I undo the last button and let it slide down my shoulders.
    "You're not sure of what you're doing," he shakes his head.
    "What the fuck? I'm not a kid," I press my lips into a thin line.
    His eyes drop to my chest, and I swear I see the tip of his ears go pink.
   "Wow," his lips move, "You're.. loaded."
   "I'm glad you noticed that," I chuckle under my breath.
    He wraps his arms around my waist, "You.."
   He gently grinds against me. I almost jerk up from the unexpected contact but he holds me firmly.
   "You'll get used to it. Calm down."
    His eyes look me up and down, scanning even the most unnoticeable detail on my skin. The way his hot green eyes travel down my body makes goosebumps crawl along my skin.
    "You have such a nice body," he buries his face in the nook of my neck, and takes a whiff of my scent in.
    "Hmm," he mumbles something incoherently.
  My hand threads itself in his hair, caressing some strands carefully.
    "This feels nicer than I hate to admit it does," he tugs at my earlobe.
    I gasp, "mmh-mmh."
   A smack lands on my right ass cheek. I squeak as pain blooms across the stung spot then— pleasure.
   Pleasure runs through the spot, spreading to my other parts.
  This is weird but I like the feeling.
   Without thinking twice, I wrap my arms around his neck, "Do that again," I say breathlessly.
    He moves his head away from my neck to look at me with mischief glinting in his eyes.
    He does it again, this time on my left ass cheek.
   I bite down into my lower lip, trying to stifle a whimper but I fail.
   "You will not stifle a moan you're supposed to let out for me. You will moan for me little lady. Understand?" His free hand tugs at my nipple.
   I lean into his touch, letting out a whimper, "Hm.. yes," I moan breathlessly.
   His hand on my ass begins to knead firmly, while he resumes grinding against me again.
   Electricity jolts through my veins, almost knocking me out. These electric jolts keep building up between my legs, and oh for the love of the moon goddess, it's driving me crazy.
    "Auren," I groan, grinding against his dick.
  His hot mouth resumes its trail of wet kisses down my neck. Heat spreads down that trail, pooling sweetly at my nipples with tingly sensations.
    His tongue is everywhere at once. Gosh I can't think. I fucking love what I'm feeling right now.
    Whenever Damon tried to touch me (he was unfortunately successful in some instances), what I would feel was rage, unfathomable disgust and hatred. All I wanted to do in that moment was to kill him.
   But... that's not the case with this man. I love the way his hand kneads at my right breast, and the way he occasionally flicks at the nipple. I want this, I need this feeling engraved in me.
   I push my breasts into his face and he groans softly, his hands cupping them from beneath.
    "You're the goddess of boobs, I'm sure of that," he plants a kiss on them, "See how huge they are, they're filling out my hand!" He laughs warmly.
    Okay, that's the sexiest he's sounded since I ever knew him. I never knew he could—
   Pleasure clouds my thoughts as he licks a slow stripe on my nipples.
   I curl my toes in response, arching my back.
   He does this a few more times, before wrapping his lips around one.
   His mouth is wet, and hot, and feels oh so damn good. He pulls it deep into his mouth, flicking with his tongue for a few seconds before sucking on it hard again.
   I cry out from intense pleasure, my vision almost whitening. I grip the back of his neck for support as he keeps sucking, and grinding against me at the same time.
   "Nngh— Auren!" I can do nothing but moan breathlessly.
    He leaves that nipple with a pop, and goes to the other one, sucking it harder than the other.
   Heat rushes down to my clit, making it swell even more so much it's throbbing.
    I grind faster against his dick to ease the discomfort down there.
   He lightly spanks my ass, chuckling into my breast.
   Vibrations course through my chest, rushing down to pool at my legs.
   He leaves that nipple, then goes to kneading my breasts, "Fuck, I'm definitely a boobs guy," he gently pushes me backwards so my back hits the bed.
    "Just look at you darling," he drawls, the rich bass hitting my chest, and making my nipples tingle all over again.
   "You're dripping," he gently parts my legs with a hand, "What a lovely sight."
   "I never thought I said this, but damn it you're beautiful," his voice drops to a hoarse whisper.
    My face heats up despite myself, "Th- thank you."
  "I love your hair, and and I love your fucking eyes. They drive me crazy," he circles my swollen clit.
    Another whimper leaves my lips, and I catch my hips shamelessly jerking up to chase his hand.
    "Isn't it ironical you love those, and you don't love me?" I ask before I can even stop myself.
    He shrugs, "Isn't it easier to love your features than love you? You don't think love is all butterflies, and tingles, do you?" He arches his brow.
   I stop grinding against his hand, and stare at him more intensely, "Huh?"
    He sighs, "You can't just love someone. It's a lot to love, Asha. Besides that feeling makes one vulnerable, too vulnerable. I can't be vulnerable when I have enemies to kill, and displace."
    His words feel like a small stone, hitting my  chest constantly. It doesn't hurt at first because it's a teeny little rock, but damn the dull ache follows later.
    I push myself to a sitting position, wondering why I even asked that question in the first place. Now, I don't know why, but I can't help but feel pained at his words.
   I gently push his hand away from my legs, and I hop off the bed.
   "Where are you going?"
  "To have a bath," I grumble, heading towards the bathroom as fast I can,
then I slam the door behind me.