Again…
Again.
I swallowed hard, my chest tightening.
“That’s…a lot of trust.”
Her fingers curled into my shirt. “I know.”
I searched her face one last time, making sure…reallymaking sure.
“You trust me?”
She nodded. Once. Sure.
“Say it,” I said, wanting to hear it. “Say you want this, tell me you want me, Aurora.”
“I want you.”
That was all it took.
I captured her lips with mine; they were trembling from the earlier words she was able to utter to me, but she didn’t pull back. I devoured her this time, tongue sliding past her lips, tasting every gasp, every whimper that she let out.
My hand slid beneath her shirt, fingers splaying across her stomach, feeling her soft skin between my fingers, not touching anything she wouldn’t want me to yet. My fingers travelled up her spine, feeling the way she trembled from my touch.Fuck me.
“Can I—” I muttered against her lips. “Can I take this off?”
She blinked, cheeks flushing deeper, then lifted her chin just a little before giving a small but certain nod.
I hooked my finger into the hem of her shirt, and when she didn’t pull away, I slowly pulled it up. She slightly leaned forward, lifting her arms for the shirt to slip off smoothly.
God—
“You’re so beautiful, Princess,” I said, placing a small kiss on her collarbone, then another, slower, letting my mouth trace a path downwards like I had all the time in the world.
Her eyes followed me.
I felt it. The shift in her, the quiet awareness settling in as she watched me pay attention to every inch I touched.
“You okay?” I murmured, barely lifting my head
She nodded again. The same shy, certain nod.
Her eyes dropped for a moment, fingers finding the loose strings at her waist. She hesitated for a second, then untied them slowly.
I went still, watching.
After she was done, she didn’t pull them down. Instead, her eyes found mine as if she wantedmeto be the one to do it.
I held her waist, brushing my thumb along the waistband. “You sure?” I asked.
Her face burned crimson as she nodded.
I slowly removed the last barrier between us, dragging her shorts and panties down in one motion, completely baring her to me. She gripped the couch tightly, knuckles white. Her thighs were slightly pressing together.
I traced gentle, comforting circles around the sides of her thighs, making her eyes flicker up to mine.
“I’ll guide you, okay?” I said, feeling her legs relaxing a bit. “You tell me when anything feels wrong, hm?”
