Chapter 122

Chapter 122:

If Dax were here, he would have taunted me endlessly.

As soon as dawn broke, I slipped into Aurora’s room. I couldn’t even wait for the sun to fully rise. I knew she would still be fast asleep, but that didn’t stop me from sneaking in as quietly as possible, careful not to wake her.

I loved watching her sleep. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, her soft snores, the occasional mutterings that escaped her lips. It was all so endearing. It turned me on.

I slowly lowered myself onto the edge of her bed, brushing away the strands of hair that had fallen over her face, shielding it from me.

I could stare at her for hours without tiring.

The more I watched, the more the urge to kiss her grew. But I resisted. I didn’t want to wake her just yet.

But as the urge intensified, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I lowered my head, cupping her cheeks gently with my hands, and brushed my lips over hers. Just one kiss. That’s all it would be, and then I’d stop.

But I couldn’t help myself. The sweetness of her kiss consumed me, and before I knew it, I was nibbling, biting, and sucking on her soft lips. Okay, maybe just a few more seconds… or maybe I wouldn’t stop.

Unable to resist any longer, I deepened the kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth, tasting every part of her, exploring the depth of the kiss. I claimed her before she could process what was happening, taking control as our tongues intertwined.

“Damon—” she muttered faintly, blinking repeatedly as she tried to break free from the kiss. Her hands pushed against me slightly, but I took control. My shoulder pressed her back onto the bed, and one hand grabbed hers, pinning them above her head while the other roamed her body. Our bodies pressed together tightly, heat radiating between us.

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Releasing her hands, I lowered my head to kiss her neck before lifting her flared gown. I tore it off her body in one swift motion, savoring the warmth of her skin.

Good thing she wasn’t wearing a bra.

My lips found her nipples, taking them one after the other, sucking hungrily before kissing the space between her breasts. Her moans were like music to my ears, fueling my desire. My tongue played with her nipples, nibbling and teasing them before giving them a soft bite.

“Ah!” she screamed in pleasure, pulling me closer as her nails dug into the back of my head.

I kissed her swollen lips passionately, my hand cupping her face to keep her close. A dark smirk spread across my face as my fingers grazed her trimmed pubic hair before sliding down to massage her slick clit.

“Fuck,” she moaned breathlessly, grinding herself against my hardened cock, which throbbed painfully in my pants. Her moans only worsened my self-control, driving me to stroke her clit faster. Her body trembled beneath mine, her teeth clenched as she tried to suppress her sounds.

But I wanted to hear my name on her lips when she came.

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