Chapter 48: Chapter Forty-Eight

Aurora’s POV

We barely made it through the door of the villa before Conan pressed me hard against the wall.

His mouth crashed against mine, hungry and unrestrained, his hands gripping my waist like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. My heels clicked against the tile as I struggled to keep balance.

He kissed me like he was starving and I was a feast.

Like I was his only salvation.

I hooked one leg around his hip, pulling him closer, our bodies joining in more ways than one.

“Conan—” I gasped against his lips.

“Stop talking,” he growled, lifting me effortlessly.

I wrapped both legs around his waist, clinging to him as he carried me down the hallway.

He carried me like I weighed nothing, his mouth still on mine, his tongue demanding, stealing every thought I had.

By the time he pushed the door open with his shoulder and tossed me onto the bed, I was breathless, dizzy, and already trembling with need.

“Do you have any idea,” he muttered, tugging my dress up and over my head in one swift motion, “what you do to me?”

“Maybe,” I teased, though my voice cracked with a whimper when his hands slid down my thighs, rough and eager.

His eyes raked over me like I was a movie he couldn’t get enough of.

“Conan—”

“Say my name again,” he interrupted, leaning down to bite gently at my collarbone.

“Conan.”

“That’s mine,” he said, his voice gravelly, like every word was dragged from somewhere deep. “That sound. That body. All of it’s mine.”

My hands fumbled at his belt, desperate, pulling, but he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head against the mattress.

“Tell me You’re mine Aurora.” he whispered into my ear, his breath hot and taunting. “I want to hear you say it.”

I leaned back, breathless, my back arching against him.

“Im yours, Conan.”

“And I’m yours, Aurora.”

My hands roamed over him, nails dragging against his skin as I pulled him closer. Our bodies pressed together, skin on skin, the tension snapping as his mouth devoured mine again.

He stood up, his clothes coming off in seconds. His hand moved to pull down his boxers but I laid my hand on his.

“Let me,” I whispered, gazing up into his eyes.

I pulled his underwear down, my eyes widening as his cock jutted out, huge and hard. The mere idea of it inside me sent shivers of anticipation through me.

I wrapped my hands around it slowly, pumping slowly.

He groaned, biting his lips in agony.

After a few tugs, he grabbed my hand. “This will mend quickly if you continue.”

His gaze was dark and smoldering, I could barely breath from the sheer lust in his eyes.

He was looking at me like I was the last female on earth and all my insecurities faded to the back of mind.

By the time he slid into me, the world disappeared. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and I bit my lip to stop the moan that tore from my throat.

“Don’t,” he ordered, catching my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

I let go.

The sound that escaped me filled the room, raw and honest.

His movements were demanding, deliberate, like he was trying to brand me with every thrust. My body met him in a rhythm that felt endless, waves of pleasure crashing again and again until I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, only felt.

He whispered things into my ear—dirty, sweet, everything in between. Promises, curses, my name like a prayer.

When we finally collapsed against each other, my chest heaving, his weight pinning me to the mattress, I thought I couldn’t move again even if I tried.

He kissed my forehead before pulling out of me, leaving me feeling empty.

He stood up and walked into the bathroom.

I heard water running before he appeared through the bathroom door again.

“Come with me. I drew us a bath.”

Before I could protest, he scooped me up, still naked, and carried me into the bathroom. The sound of water rushing filled the air as he turned on the tub, steam rising quickly.

“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, resting my head against his chest.

“You love it,” he replied smoothly, setting me down once the tub was filled.

We slid into the hot water together, my body between his legs, his arms around me. For a moment, I let myself melt, the heat loosening my muscles, the steady beat of his heart calming mine.

But calm didn’t last. His lips brushed against my shoulder, then my neck, and soon his hands were moving again, teasing, exploring.

I moaned, breathless.

His hands moved to my hips and I pulled back.

“Are you not disgusted by my stretch marks?”

“Disgust? I can never be disgusted by anything in your body. You are beyond perfection. You are a goddess.”

Tears pulled in my eyes. “Are you serious?”

He kissed my neck once more. “I am. And next time I hear you talk about what’s mine like that, there will be a punishment.”

I smiled up him. “Abd what will that be?” I asked, grinding on his growing erection.

“Fuck, Aurora.”

And we did it again and again until we were beyond exhausted.

We laid together, our bodies tangled up beneath the sheets.

I didn’t know where I ended or where he started but I knew I never wanted this feeling to end.