Aurora’s gaze never leaves mine, a silent, steady confirmation that she’s in control. It feels like a challenge, but that’s not exactly right. It’s a level of intimacy that’s both terrifying and exhilarating.
I’m utterly speechless. Me.Speechless.
One look. One fucking word. I’d raze Heaven and Hell to the ground just to fuck her mouth like it’s the last sermon before I vanish into oblivion.
With her fiery eyes still glued to mine, she sticks her tongue out and laps up the pre-cum beading on the tip of my cock.
“Fuck, Aurora.” Her tongue is heat and gravity and the kind of pleasure that rewrites galaxies. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to. I’ve been thinking about it since this morning,” Aurora mutters.
I fight for control as she maps every inch of me with her mouth. My fists clench at my sides, every muscle torn between restraint and the desperate need to thread my fingers through her hair and drown in everything she’s offering.
And when she finally wraps her lips around me, taking me deep into her mouth, we both groan. Aurora’s tongue makes a maddening swirling pattern on the bottom of my shaft as her mouth works me into a frenzy.
“Aurora. Christ, your mouth is divine damnation,” I say stiffly as I dig my nails into my palms.
I don’t want to hurt her, and I don’t want to come yet.
I want this to last for-fucking-ever.
The goddess removes my cock from her mouth with a frustrated grunt and looks up at me. She grabs my hand and places it at the back of her head.
“You won’t break me, Ezra. I know what I want. I might be a virgin, but I’m not fragile. And I’m definitely not innocent. Don’t hold back. I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable. Besides, you’re clenching your fists so tight, I’m afraid your fingers will punch straight through.”
Aurora smirks and tilts her head, gaze locked on mine, daring me to lose control.
Who the fuck is this woman? Sweet one second, smirking the next, spitting temptation like it’s a second language—and she still looks at me like I’m something worth touching.
She wraps her mouth around me again, setting the rhythm with agonizing control. I fist her hair, my hips twitching as I try to match her pace.
When she looks up, her gaze is crown fire and wicked intent. She hums softly, pulling me deeper, offering me deliveranceandmy downfall. I feel the back of her throat give, and I nearly come undone. She didn’t hesitate. Just opened for me, and now I’m buried to the hilt.
She swallows, and I forget how to breathe. How to think. How to exist without her.
Mother of the godforsaken stars.
My vision bleaches white. My hips jerk. My control explodes.
I want to fuck her mouth until I’m not a monster, not a shadow, not a fuckingthing.
Just hers.
I want to rip open the heavens and demand to know why she’s here, with me.
Why I get her. Why I get to fucking keep her.
But then I feel it, the strain in her throat.
The bruises.
The pressure.
Fuck.
I freeze, pulling back before I go too far.
Dropping to the floor, I run my knuckles down her soft, tear-stained cheek and whisper, “Aurora. Your throat. Please don’t hurt yourself.”
