Chapter 40
With the Luna announcement behind us, I found myself alone with Tyler in the quiet of the room. A shiver danced along my skin as his hands began their gentle exploration, igniting a fire of desire deep within me.
I had never allowed myself to be so vulnerable with Killian, yet in that moment, I longed for Tyler’s touch—yearning to know what it would feel like to lose myself utterly with him.
Desperation gripped me as I pulled at his clothes. Each piece fell away until nothing separated us. He stood before me, a vision of sculpted perfection. His broad shoulders led to a narrow waist, and his undeniable hardness left me breathless. My fingers traced the ridges of his muscled chest and abdomen.
I marveled at the strength and passion that radiated from him. A groan escaped him at my touch, his eyes sparkling with an intensity that thrilled and startled me.
Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist, stopping my wandering hands. He pulled me close, so his hard body pressed against my soft curves. The heat of his arousal against my belly sent waves of anticipation through me.
“I need you,” Tyler rasped, his voice rough with desire.
I barely managed to whisper back, “Then take me,” surrendering to the pull of passion that consumed every fiber of my being.
Claiming my mouth with a searing kiss, he led me backward until my legs found the edge of the bed. Gently lowered onto the plush mattress, I wrapped my arms around him, drawing comfort and thrill from his weight anchoring me amidst the soft bedding.
His lips traced a fiery path down my neck while his hands explored my body with a possessive tenderness. When he cupped my breasts, teasing my sensitive peaks until I arched off the bed in a cry of pleasure, I was lost—surrendered to sensations that left me trembling with need. His fingers, clever and relentless, teased at my nipples, each flick sending jolts of pure electricity straight to my core.
I dug my nails into the expanse of his back as his sensual assault continued, desperate to hold onto the moment even as waves of ecstasy threatened to overwhelm me.
His hips ground into mine as he hissed softly, “Aurora, you ignite a fire within me. I’ve never craved anyone as intensely as I crave you.”
Those words melted into my desire, fuelling the fire that had taken over my body.
I let my hand slide between us, gripping his hard erection. The silky feel under my touch drew a deep moan from him. Each stroke from base to tip fed my own rising need. My thumb circled his sensitive tip, wiping away beads of arousal as he thrust eagerly into my hand, craving that electric friction.
Then, with sudden energy, he turned his focus to me. Gently, he pushed me back onto the soft sheets, his lips trailing a heated path down my skin. I gasped as he settled between my thighs, his gaze locked on mine. The intensity made every touch feel new. His lips teased my inner thighs slowly before moving to my most sensitive spot. The first brush of his tongue sent shivers through me. With tender devotion, he explored each secret of my desire, mixing soft, playful licks with deeper strokes that left me on the edge of bliss.
Each flick of his tongue coaxed out moans from me, growing louder and more frantic as pleasure seized control.
“Tyler, please,” I begged. My voice was ragged with longing, and my eyes silently pleaded for him to fill me completely. He stood up and surged forward with fierce urgency. Every unspoken command was fulfilled as I cried out in delight.
His breath was hot against my ear, he whispered with an enticing growl, “I can fuck you all night,” a promise that sent my pulse racing and lips biting in anticipation.
Carefully, he lifted me, guiding me into a position where my legs wrapped around his waist, our bodies perfectly aligned in a seamless connection. With deliberate, measured thrusts, his eyes never left mine as he savored each electric moment. His hands roamed, kneading the sensitive softness of my breasts, every movement unearthing fresh avenues of pleasure.
“Do you like that?” he murmured, voice husky with desire. I could only moan my affirmative reply, my voice trembling with both longing and satisfaction.
As his rhythm quickened, he leaned close, his tone both teasing and commanding as he whispered, “Tell me to stop.”
But how could I ever?
With fierce intensity, I gasped, “Don’t fucking stop,” the words a desperate plea underscoring my eagerness as he drove me to the edge, making me scream with wild, unfettered ecstasy.
