My fingers trail down her spine, a soft anchor against the chaos. “But I know you. I see you. And I know that when you have control, you will wield your power for the good of everyone.”
Something shifts behind her dark green eyes. Something electric … something certain.
A shiver races through me, nerves snapping, heat blooming wild beneath my skin.
Aurora leans forward and plants a soft, lingering kiss on my lips.
“I hope you’re right, Ezra. I’d never forgive myself if I harmed an innocent being.”
She says it like a confession, as if she’s already bracing for who she might become.
I swallow hard, my grip tightening on her waist. She doesn’t fucking see it. After everything we’ve shared, she still thinks she could be a monster.
I know monsters.
Aurora Hagan will never be one.
“The power was intoxicating,” she whispers. “I’ll have to get used to it. But I need you to keep me grounded, bring me back if I lose control again …”
Her teeth scrape lazily up my jaw until she finds the tender spot below my ear, and sinks in. My breath stutters out, my chest tightening, my hands locking onto her hips.
I growl deep in my throat, shadows curling tight around my wrists, slithering up my back as if they could stop me.
“Careful, little vixen. Unless you want me to bite back.”
She rises slowly, looks down at me on my knees, and whispers, “Undress me, Ezra.”
I lift her T-shirt over her head and cup her perfect tits through a deep purple bra. Lowering my mouth, I suck the softskin above the lace, leaving dark marks that make my shadows curl with possessive pleasure.
Aurora threads her fingers into my hair and pulls me tight against her chest, her moan snapping the last thread of reason I had left. I suck harder, desperate to hear it again.
I unhook her bra, let it fall, and suck one of her nipples into my mouth while my fingers tease the other. My free hand slips her skirt down her hips, where it pools at her feet.
“Stand up, Ezra,” Aurora commands.
As I stand, my hands glide up the backs of her thighs, over the curve of her ass, and along her spine. She’s so fucking soft that the dark thing buried deep inside of me howls to keep her safe, even if I have to rip the heavens open and pull the Milky Way down piece by piece.
As I stretch to my full height, I glance down at the fiery little queen. For the first time, I notice the significant height difference between us, with me standing a solid foot and a half taller. She’s so small, so perfect. And towering over her means I can shield her from anything.
At least, that’s the lie I tell myself.
I’ve done enough to damn myself a thousand times over. I know she’s more than I was ever meant to have. But if the stars try to take her from me, I’ll become the reason they burn out.
Aurora stands on her toes, plants a short, sweet kiss on my lips, then falls to her knees.
From the floor, her gaze locks on mine as she unzips my pants. My fingers dig into my palms, shadows curling around my wrists like chains.
Restraint? Devotion? Obsession?
I don’t fucking know anymore.
She has no idea what she does to me.
Giving up control, especially in matters of intimacy, has never been something I’ve been comfortable with. But with Aurora?I will be her faithful follower, a willing devotee, and an eager pupil, ready to follow her every command.
She pulls my straining cock from my pants, and when her fingers wrap tightly around my thick length, a growl rumbles from somewhere deep in my chest.
Her lazy strokes aren’t mercy. They’re fucking torture.
