I find her in her room, gazing out the window, looking like a trapped prisoner. I guess she still is my prisoner despite being my wife.
She startles when I come in. “Gabriel?” Her eyes flick down to my bloody arm. “You’re bleeding. What happened?”
Without a word, I go over to her and she sits down on the window seat, gazing up at me with an unreadable expression.
I grab her face and bring my lips to hers. Aurora doesn’t hesitate to lean into my touch. She may claim to hate me but her body doesn’t.
I kneel down before her and drag her hips to the edge of the seat.
“Gabriel?” she gaps when I pull back from the kiss. I shove her dress up and pull her panties down. “You’re bleeding.”
“I don’t care.” I prop her legs up on the seat. Locking my eyes with hers, I bring my mouth to her pussy. Aurora’s hips buck forward.
“Gabriel,” she gasps, sounding shocked. I haven’t fully claimed her this way yet. It’s time.
I lick over her little nub, tasting her wetness seeping out of her. God, she tastes good. A little fruity and musky at the same time. I could eat her outfor hours.
I grip her thighs, opening her legs wider. Aurora leans back on her hands, her head bumping against the window. That doesn’t stop her from letting out a soft moan.
I keep my eyes to hers as I lick her all over. Her clit. Her folds. My tongue finds her entrance and I slip it inside. Her eyes widen.
I fuck her with my tongue like I’ve been wanting to for the past few weeks now.
“Mmm,” I moan, tasting her.
Aurora arches her hips into my face. Her body clearly wants this. The flush of her cheeks. The excitement in her eyes. She needs this as much as I do.
I eat her out with wild abandon. Nothing could pull me away from her in this moment.
Her breath comes out in small pants. “Oh. Oh. Oh!” Without me having to tell her, she pushes her dress down, freeing her bare, small breasts. Her thumbs run over her nipples.
I press my face harder against her pussy. I need to inhale all of her. Taste all of her. Claim all of her.
I don’t even care that my blood is seeping out onto the floor. All I can think about in this moment is Aurora.
She bucks her hips against my face, letting herself get lost in the moment. Her eyes never leave mine. It’s like a challenge for one of us to look away first but I know I won’t break and I know Aurora won’t either.
My tongue flicks over her nub, rolling it and teasing it. Her wetness coats my chin.
My hands grip her thighs tighter, spreading her wider. I need to get in closer to her. Nothing will ever be good enough until I can make her fully mind. This brave, selfless woman who came into my life when I wasn’t expecting it. Now she has cemented herself in me and is refusing to let go.
I stare into her eyes as my tongue flicks her clit. Over and over and over again. I can see the moment Aurora’s eyes light up as her body gets ready.
And then she stiffens right before her body shudders her release. It is a thing of beauty. God, she’s beautiful.
She leans back against the window, breathing heavy.
I kiss up her body, planting one on each of her nipples, before making my way to her lips. “Taste yourself.” She blushes as I kiss her deeply but Aurora doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans in even closer.
I’m the one who pulls away. I have to be careful with Aurora or she’ll see me for who I really am. A man with a scarred past that I can’t let go of.
“What was all of that for?’ she asks. “Why are you bleeding?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I stand up, clamping my hand over my bleeding arm.
“It does matter.” She fixes her dress and pulls her panties back up – much to my dismay – before standing up, facing me with all of her might, even though she has a tiny stature. “Why are you bleeding?”
“I got into a shootout today. That’s all.”
