He needs to know I can do this. That Iwantthis.
Although, my confidence wavers a bit as I reach between us and realize I can’t wrap my whole hand around his thick shaft.
I allow myself a moment to stall, my fingers tracing the dragon tattooed into his skin. “Did this hurt?” I ask in a whisper, hoping he doesn’t hear the quiver in my voice.
“No.” His hand leaves my hip, almost causing me to protest, but he grasps my chin to pull my attention up to his face. “You’re built to take me, little bee. To takeus.”
Ugh, I hate that he can see through me. He shouldn’t know me this well yet.
Only, I feel like I know him, too.
That I can read him just as well as he reads me.
Because there’s a hint of vulnerability in his expression, like he’s worried I might decide not to do this. To not be with him. To run away.
And I don’t think that concern is related to any sort of perceived cowardice on my part.
He seems to be more worried that I might reject him.
Because I didn’t accept his proposal?I wonder, searching his expression.Does he think I’m afraid of him?
“Aurora?” he murmurs, studying me like I’m studying him. “Tell me what you need, little bee.”
I lean in and kiss him, showing him rather than telling him that I want him. That all I need is this.Him.
My insane alpha.
So gentle with me, something I assume is an anomaly. Because there’s nothing gentle about this male. He’s a killer. An assassin. A being without scruples.
However, his tongue is hesitant in my mouth now. Coaxing, even. Like he’s trying to evaluate my limits and tease me into taking more.
I release his cock so I can grasp either side of his face, then settle in his lap, my heated center right up against his groin.
He groans, the intimate kiss of our mutual arousal fueling the connection formed between our mouths.
Everything around us melts away as I simply exist with him.
And our embrace turns hotter.
Heavier.
Moreintentional.
His tongue is no longer tentative, but masterful. Teaching me. Owning me.Possessing me.
All of it just makes me wetter, causing my thighs to clench around his hips. At some point, he moved the chair arms up and out of the way, allowing me to fully straddle him. It’s like this chair was made for sex.
I don’t think that’s the case.
But we’re about to make use of it in that manner anyway.
Keeping my lips connected to him, I slide my hand down again to grab his knot. He growls a little against my mouth, the sound reverberating through me in an arousing caress. “Noah,” I breathe.
“Aurora,” he returns, ther’s a rumble as he growls once more.
“This is my first time touching a knot,” I tell him, wanting him to be aware that he’s getting one of the firsts now, since it seems to be a point of contention that he hasn’t had one yet. “Now I’m going to put you inside me.”
Or I’m going to attempt to…
