Page 20 of Blood and Redemption

She shakes her head and my cock jumps in joy at the thought of taking something so precious away from her.

Aurora wants me—even now, after all these days together, after seeing the darkest corners of who I am. She still chooses me to be the one to touch her like this.

She’s not the first, but she’s the only one who matters. I’ve played games before, never letting anything last, never risking feelings. But then she appeared, and everything changed. Now, the thought of another man touching her, claiming her, twists something vicious inside me.

Aurora is mine. I crave her just as fiercely as she craves me.

All I have to do is prove it to her—then there’ll be no turning back.

She makes this low groan when I pull away from her, not touching her as thoroughly as I’d like.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I murmur, tracing a thumb along her flushed skin. “Then I’ll give you a reason to need another shower.”

Dazed, she nods, fingers gliding through the suds between her thighs—slow, distracted. I watch, jaw tight, until the water runs clear. Only then do I reach past her to shut off the shower.

The moment my hands are free, I’m on her again, making her gasp as I scoop her up.

“Rocco!” Flushed so pretty and pink, she clings to me like I’d let her fall. Not a chance.

“I’ve been dying to see your room,” I confess to her as I leave the bathroom, not caring about the watery trail we’re leaving behind. “I knew if I ever stepped inside, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself. Look how right I was.”

Reaching the door separating us from her personal space, I push it open with my foot.

Her bedroom is a blur of soft lilac walls, bedsheets, all fading into the periphery as I move through the room.

The plush white rug beneath my feet is a fleeting distraction, its fibers teasing my skin with each step. For a heartbeat, I consider laying her across it instead of the bed—pinning her right there, where the contrast of her body against the pale fabric would be obscenely perfect.

But no. The bed will mold to her body, making it more comfortable for her. I’ll only have her feel pleasure today.

The moment we reach the bed, I’m already guiding her down, my hands sliding beneath her thighs before she can even catch her breath. Her scent—clean, intoxicating—hits me like a punch to the gut, and I have to swallow hard as my mouth waters in anticipation.

Spreading her thighs apart, I’m mesmerized by her pink folds. Glistening with anticipation, I see she’s as ready for this as I am.

Last time, I only teased her with my fingers. But tonight? Tonight, I’m going to savor her properly—tongue, teeth, and lips worshiping her until she’s trembling. Only then will I let her ease the ache she’s left me with.

“Rocco—”

My name—a weapon in her mouth, a plea and a provocation all at once. She arches, fingers already working between her thighs, pressing, spreading, as if she can’t stand another second without touch.

A low, broken whimper spills from her lips—the sound alone has me hardening to the point of pain.

Fuck. She’s rubbing herself now, slow, teasing circles over her clit, like she’s mocking my restraint. Like she wants me to snap.

She knows exactly who she’s dealing with, knows what I’m capable of if I’m pushed too hard.

When I grab her wrist, she whines, even more when I drag my tongue along her fingers. “Greedy little thing, trying to keep this all to yourself.”

Aurora doesn’t argue, only jerking her hips when I release her to lick her inner thigh. So close to her pussy, I can easily breathe in her arousal.

“You keep squirming like that, angel, and these sheets won’t survive.” My voice is rough, fingers digging into her hips to still her. “Wait for me. If you don’t, I can’t give you what you really need.”

To drive the point home, I wrench her thighs apart—wide, unyielding—until she’s spread bare before me. “And don’t even think about touching yourself,” I growl, dragging a thumb overher heat just to feel her shudder. “Not when I’m the only one who gets to.”

Her breathy nod is all the permission I need. With a dark chuckle, I lean in and taste her, slow and deliberate, savoring the way her back arches off the bed at the first flick of my tongue.

So sensitive, I’m not surprised by the way she gasps at every point of contact. Doesn’t make me enjoy myself any less as she allows a continuous amount of moans to continue to spill from her lips.

I drag my tongue up her slit in one slow, filthy stroke, groaning at the taste. Mine. Her thighs tremble when I circle her clit, teasing just enough to hear that broken little whine she tries to swallow. “None of that,” I growl against her. “Let me hear you.”

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