chapter 51

Alora's POV

My baby had fused again and Draven had gone to sort him out, so I was toying around with my phone when Draven walked towards me.

"Hey," Draven said, sidling up to me on the couch with a mischievous grin. "Can I get some attention here?"

I glanced at him, amused. "Oh, so now you want attention?"

He nodded, his eyes twinkling with a playful glint. "Yeah. Hug me and caress me like I'm a baby."

I laughed, shaking my head but setting my device aside. "Alright, come here, you big baby."

Draven snuggled up next to me, resting his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, running my fingers through his hair and gently stroking his back. He sighed contentedly, nestling closer.

While I watched a video on my device, Draven started to place soft kisses on my neck, his lips warm and teasing. I tried to focus on the screen, but his kisses became more insistent, trailing down to my collarbone.

"Draven," I murmured, half-laughing, half-protesting. "I'm trying to watch this."

He grinned against my skin, his hand slipping under my shirt to caress my breast. "And am I distracting you?"

"Just a little," I said, my breath hitching as his fingers teased my nipple.

"Good," he murmured, his mouth finding mine in a slow, deep kiss. I couldn't help but respond, my hands tangling in his hair as he continued to fondle my breast.

My device fell to the side, forgotten, as Draven's kisses became more urgent. He shifted so that he was hovering over me, his weight pressing me into the couch cushions. I gasped as his mouth moved lower, his tongue flicking over my other nipple.

"Draven," I whispered, arching into his touch. "You're impossible."

He chuckled, his breath hot against my skin. "And you love it."

I sighed, my resolve crumbling as his mouth worked its magic. "I do," I admitted, my hands roaming over his back. "I really do."

We lost ourselves in each other, the outside world fading away as Draven's hands roamed over my body, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through me.

I could feel the heat building between us, the urgency in his movements matching the racing of my heart.

He lifted me slightly, his strong arms cradling me as he shifted our positions on the couch. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my body aching for more of his touch. Draven's lips found mine again, the kiss deepening as he pressed himself against me.

His hands slid under my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it aside. I helped him remove his shirt, our skin finally meeting in a rush of heat. I could feel the hard planes of his chest against my breasts, the friction igniting a fire within me.

Draven's mouth moved to my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone and further, teasing and tasting as he went. I gasped, arching into him, my hands clutching at his back. His fingers worked deftly on the button of my jeans, pulling them down along with my underwear, leaving me exposed and trembling with anticipation.

He paused for a moment, looking into my eyes with a mix of love and lust. "You're so beautiful, Alora," he whispered, his voice husky. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I replied, my voice breathless. "Make love to me, Draven."

With a groan, he positioned himself between my legs, his fingers brushing against my core, spreading the wetness there. He teased me for a moment, his touch light and tantalizing, before finally entering me with a smooth, deep thrust.

We moved together, our bodies finding a rhythm. Draven's movements were slow and deliberate at first, each thrust bringing us closer together. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built within me.

"Draven," I moaned, my voice breaking with the intensity of my emotions. "Yes, just like that.”

He responded with a growl, increasing his pace, his hips driving into me with a fervent need. The couch creaked beneath us, the room filled with the sounds of our love-making. I felt the tension building, the edge of release drawing nearer with every thrust.

"Alora," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Come for me, love."

His words pushed me over the edge, my body tensing as the orgasm washed over me. I cried out his name, my vision blurring as waves of pleasure coursed through me. Draven followed moments later, his release triggering another surge of ecstasy within me.

We collapsed together, our bodies spent and tangled on the couch. Draven held me close, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my forehead and cheeks. I nestled against him, my heart still racing, feeling the warmth and love that enveloped us both.

"That was incredible," I whispered, my voice filled with awe.

Draven smiled, his eyes shining with adoration. "You're incredible, Alora. I can't imagine my life without you."

"I feel the same way," I replied, leaning up to kiss him softly. "Thank you for everything, Draven."

"Thank you," he said, his voice tender. "For loving me and for being the amazing woman that you are."

We lay there for a while, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Eventually, Draven helped me to my feet and guided me to the bathroom, where we cleaned up together. Afterwards, we returned to the bedroom, curling up together, content and at peace.

While we lay together, enjoying each other's company in our arms, a sudden cry pierced the air. Immediately our baby boy's wails filled the room, breaking the serene silence.

"I'll get him," I said softly, gently untangling myself from Draven's embrace. He nodded, a look of understanding and appreciation in his eyes.

"Thank you," Draven murmured, placing a tender kiss on my forehead before I rose from the bed

I made my way to the nursery, where our little one was squirming in his crib, his face scrunched up in distress. "Hey, sweetheart," I cooed, reaching down to pick him up. "What's the matter, huh? Did you have a bad dream?"

His cries softened as I cradled him against my chest, gently rocking back and forth. I hummed a lullaby, the familiar tune gradually calming him. I checked his diaper, finding it needed changing, and quickly took care of it.

With fresh diapers and a warm bottle, I sat in the rocking chair, feeding him while continuing to hum softly. His tiny fingers curled around mine, as he looked so adorable.

When he settled down, his eyes began to droop, and his breathing became steady. I carefully placed him back in his crib, making sure he was comfortable. I stayed for a few more minutes, watching him sleep, feeling a sense of peace knowing that he was okay.

When I returned to the bedroom, Draven was waiting, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. "Is he okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Yes," I replied with a smile. "He's just fine now."

Draven wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "Thank you for taking care of him," he whispered, kissing the top of my head.

"Why won't I? He's our little miracle," I said softly, resting my head against his chest. "And we're in this together."

"We are," Draven agreed, holding me tightly. "Always.”

With that we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms feeling more at peace than I've been in a long time.