Arya.
"You should have warned me about the surprise party," I whispered my discontent to Tyler as he settled onto the seat beside me, his easy grin doing little to quell my annoyance.
"Well, love," he replied. "That would just ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?" His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint.
I couldn't help but smile at his playful demeanor. "Really?" I retorted. "I'm underdressed, and I'm not even wearing makeup." My fingers idly tugged at the hem of my casual attire, feeling a pang of self-consciousness at my lack of preparation for the occasion.
Tyler's laughter filled the air as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against my cheek. "Darling," he murmured, his breath brushing softly against my skin, "You look good in absolutely anything or nothing at all."
Heat surged to my cheeks at his words, a blush spreading like wildfire beneath his intense gaze.
Suddenly, Tyler's hands found their way to my back, his touch sending delicious shivers coursing through my veins. I turned to him, catching the intensity of his gaze as he traced delicate patterns on my skin with his fingertips.
I trembled under his touch, my senses alive and attuned to every movement, every sensation.
"Do you like that?" His voice, barely above a whisper, sent a shiver down my spine as he leaned in closer, his warm breath grazing my ear. I found myself nodding in response, unable to find my voice amidst the tumult of emotions raging within me.
As he continued to explore the contours of my body with his hands, I felt the heat of my core building.
And then, as if sensing my silent plea, he asked. "Would you like to ditch this party?" His words hung in the air, and I felt my heart leap at the possibility of being alone with him.
"Yes," I whispered, the word barely more than a breathless sigh as I met his gaze. And with that simple affirmation, he pulled me close, his touch possessive yet gentle as he led me away from the crowded room and into the quiet solitude of the hallway.
As we walked, I couldn't help but steal glances at him, drinking in the sight of him as if trying to memorize every line and contour of his face. There was something about the way he moved, the way he held himself with an effortless grace, that drew me to him like a moth to a flame.
And then, as if unable to resist the magnetic pull between us, he leaned in and kissed me. I melted into his touch, losing myself in the intoxicating sensation of his lips against mine, his hands roaming my body with a hunger that matched my own.
"Anybody could walk in," I protested weakly, pulling away from him with a reluctant sigh.
He chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "I really don't care," he murmured as he leaned in to kiss the sensitive skin of my neck, just where my marking was.
I gasped at the sensation, feeling a shock of pleasure shoot through me like lightning.
I pressed myself against him, gasping as I felt his arousal. He growled huskily as he felt me rubbing against him.
And then, as if sensing my need, he lifted me up into his arms, and he carried me down the hallway and into his room, where he gently placed me on the bed.
As I lay there, gazing up at him, he stared back at me with an intensity that made my heart race, his gaze filled with hunger. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion as he took off his clothes, almost tearing it off impatiently.
I stared at him, my eyes taking in his arousal as he took off his last piece of clothing. Once he was completely naked, he joined me on the bed, his skin brushing against mine, setting my senses ablaze with desire.
"Why are you still clothed," he asked as he ran his fingers around one of my hardened peaks, sending shivers down my skin at the sensation. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume my every thought.
"I'm waiting for you to do the honors." I managed to whisper as he watched me, his eyes darkening with desire at my words.
"Then the pleasure is all mine, my lady," he chuckled, his lips curling into a smirk as he tore the dress easily, exposing my bare skin beneath. His lips kissed a path of fire across my exposed skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
"You've ruined my dress!" I playfully yelled at him as I tried to catch my breath, my laughter mingling with the heated air between us.
"I promise to get you a more beautiful one," he murmured, his voice laced with desire as he continued to explore every inch of my exposed skin.
Then, I felt his breath on my thighs as he grabbed my legs. I shivered at the electric sensation I felt from his kisses on my thighs.
Without warning, he kissed me on my arousal. I didn't know if it was right but the feeling was heavenly. Then the feeling stopped suddenly.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked as I tried to catch my breath. I watched him as he looked at me, his hot breath against my arousal sending shivers down my spine.
"Don't stop," I said as I shook my head, trying to catch my breath. "It feels so fucking good."
His eyes darkened at my words as he took me in his mouth again. I moaned loudly, the sensation driving me insane with pleasure.
Grabbing his hair, I screamed his name as I tried to pull away, trembling as my orgasm overtook me.
He finally released me, leaving a trail of kisses on my abdomen as I tried to catch my breath. "You look sensational, Little One."
His kisses were like a wildfire, consuming me with their intensity, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
As his lips found mine, I lost myself in the heat of the moment, surrendering to the passion his hands played with my hardened peaks.
I closed my eyes, gasping in ecstasy as I felt his arousal push into me. Needing him more than ever I arched my back, meeting him thrust for thrust. My fingers grabbed his back as I fell into the ecstatic feeling that burned through my body.
I missed him so fucking much.
I moaned loudly as many sensations swirled inside me all at once as he moved inside me, his kisses driving me to the edge of my orgasm.
"Tyler!" I screamed as stars exploded behind my eyes, my body trembling as my release overtook me. I felt him as he jerked violently, growling loudly as he released inside me.
I sighed, trying to catch my breath, as I ran my hands through his hair. "You're magnificent, love," he said as he kissed my abdomen and then kissed me passionately on my lips. "I love you, Little One. Always and forever," he whispered against my lips.
"I love you, Tyler," I said as I kissed him back. Chest heaving, I felt the fast beat of his heart as he spooned me, drawing me close to him.
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I yawned as I woke up, the sun peeking through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Stretching lazily, I reached out beside me, expecting to feel the comforting presence of Tyler's body next to mine. But instead, my hand met with nothing but empty sheets. Confusion crept over me as I sat up, blinking away the last remnants of sleep from my eyes. Where was he?
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something on his side of the bed—a folded piece of paper, tucked neatly into the rumpled sheets.
Curiosity piqued, I reached for the paper, my fingers trembling slightly as I unfolded it. A handwritten note greeted me, the words scrawled across the page in Tyler's familiar handwriting. "Hey Little One," it began, and a rush of affection washed over me at the endearing nickname.
"We've done everything—gotten married, mated, and everything in between, but we haven't been on a date." A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I read his words, a mixture of amusement and fondness swirling within me. Leave it to Tyler to find romance even in the mundane.
"I got you that beautiful dress I promised. Look pretty for me, would you? Yours, Tyler." Heat rushed to my cheeks as I read the last line. He never failed to surprise me, his thoughtfulness melting my heart every time.
Setting the note aside, I glanced to my side and noticed a large box resting on the bed, its lid slightly ajar. With trembling hands, I lifted the lid, revealing the contents within—a wine-colored delicate dress, the fabric shimmering in the morning light.
A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I ran my fingers over the soft fabric, marveling at its beauty. I couldn't wait to wear it.