“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Jonathan moves slowly, both in my pussy and in my arse, letting me get accustomed to him.
A whimper rips in the air and I realise it’s mine as
he picks up his pace. Sparks of pleasure like I’ve never known crowd in my nerve endings with a crippling force.
“J-Jonathan…I-I…”
He wraps strong, masculine fingers around my nape, giving me the anchor I need. “That’s it. Fall into me, wild one.”
I turn my head towards him and he holds my eyes hostage as the orgasm rips through me with a strength I’ve never experienced. It’s a shattering. A fall with no chance of hitting the bottom.
Jonathan continues his onslaught, powering into me, and as he promised, he owns every fucking inch of me. His cock meets his fingers through the thin barrier and my lids droop to soak in the sensation. I can’t stop watching him filling me, even with the uncomfortable angle.
His shoulders tense under his jacket as he stops. Then a grunt spills from his sensual lips as his cum warms my insides and drips down my thighs.
I whimper at the loss of him when he pulls out of me, his cock and fingers leaving wet trails on my inner thigh and arse.
But before I can ponder on the loss, Jonathan turns me around, backs me against the sofa, and takes my lips in a slow, hungry kiss that steals my breath more than the one from earlier.
It’s like he’s cementing the connection we just had and sealing it with a kiss. I soften against him, my fingers digging into his hard chest for balance.
“In case you haven’t figured out the answer, listen carefully, Aurora,” he whispers in dark words against my mouth. “I will not let you go.”
27
Jonathan
I carry a sleeping Aurora in my arms from the bathroom to the bedroom.
I keep telling her that falling asleep in the bathtub is dangerous, but she mumbles that I’m there.
It’s true. I am there. I don’t take the fact that she trusts me enough to fall asleep in my arms for granted.
Since I took her a few days ago, I’ve been trying to spend as much time with her as physically possible.
Not having her sleep next to me on an everyday basis has been torture. Needless to say, I’ve been having blue balls for all the times I didn’t fuck her or spank her until she begged me to come.
But here’s the strangest part. It’s not only about the physical connection — even if it started that way. While I love how she comes undone under my touch, I enjoy how she curls into my embrace more. How she wraps her arms and legs around me while she sleeps. How she holds on to me when she has nightmares. How my name is the first thing she whispers when she wakes up. How she grabs my arm and invites me to the baths I run for her.
Most of all, I enjoy how she tells me about her days and her work. How she retells one of her and Layla’s adventures with a huge smile on her face. How she keeps urging me to get in touch with Aiden and Levi because they’re my family.
Aurora barged into my life, wreaked havoc in my order, and disrupted my chessboard. At first, the moves she made were insignificant, but they kept escalating with time. By the time I noticed the changes, it was already too late to kick her out.
Not that I would.
If anything, I’m keeping her.
All of her.
She smells of her apple lotion that I’ve become lowkey addicted to. It’s not even about the scent of apples — it’s about her natural body warmth mingled with it. It’s a trademark that no other human being would be able to replicate.
I can’t get enough of it no matter how long I fill my nostrils with it.
She moans softly when I place her on the bed. I cover her with a sheet over her bathrobe and spend a few minutes watching her.
It doesn’t matter how often I see her soft face with the tiny features, full lips and long lashes. It doesn’t matter whether she’s asleep or awake.
I can’t get enough of watching her, of wanting to get so close that she won’t be able to leave.