Jayvion
I knew she would come. Aurelia was a crazy, brave woman and I admired her for it. But I didn't expect her to show like... that- wearing yet another silky black lingerie. The tiny sleeves hanging loosely on her shoulders. The neckline was exposing a generous amount of her cleavage. Blood rushed south, a primal need awakening as I took in her sight. She's so beautiful. The kind of beauty to make a man kneel. Her skin a darker shade of brown in the dark, like pools of melted chocolate. She was shocked when I stepped out of the shadows.
I'd been here the whole time but I made her believe I left her alone. It was her second punishment.
I knew how much my presence means to her. She couldn't help herself but to come looking for me. She had made a grave mistake. Walking into my room. My bedroom. Half- dressed. Aurelia is such a tease.
I took steady steps towards her while she stood there, hugging the manuscript tight as if it was her only salvation. My steps felt like a ticking bomb as she retreated backwards until her back hit the wall. Right, she's caged.
"Y-y-you- are here?" She wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement. I smirked.
"No. You are here"I deflected, standing before her. I could see the dark sparkles in her wide eyes. I inhaled her scent- lavender and something indescribably her. I'm so addicted.
"I-i-i just wanted to keep this" she stuttered, thrusting the manuscript towards me. I took it.
"Dressed like this?" My gaze swept through her exposed cleavage. Her breath hitched.
"No, I ..I didn't mean to. I thought you aren't home" her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Cute Little Writer.
"What are you playing at, Little Writer?" My gaze was so intense she practically squirmed.
"Nothing, I'll take my leave now" she made to leave but I placed a firm hand on her stomach. She gasped.
"I never said you could leave" my eyes turned a shade darker. My voice a low rumble that vibrated through her bones. She's shuddering. I could feel her breath hitching. See her pulse stuttering on her neck. Sense her anticipation. She loves this.
"I have to, Jayv" she said. That fucking nickname. I want to hear her say that forever and never get tired of it. Hearing it from her fuels my obsession. She's mine. I loved her. And I'll spend the rest of my life just how much. I trailed my hand to her waist. My movement a slow torturous caress. Her breathing turned uneven.
"Your body is saying otherwise, Little Writer" I could smell her arousal from a distance. Traitor. She lowered her head, biting her lip.
"Stop that" I warned , my patience is threadbare, "Or I'll kiss you"
She'd been fucking with my mind the moment she walked into this room. My control is fraying by seconds and I'm fighting every damn urge of taking her right here and show her whom she belongs to. She stopped biting. I crossed the last inch between us. My lips brushing the shell of her ear and whispered.
"Deny it all you want. I know how much this affects you. I know your body more than you do" my voice and hand moved in sync. A delicious, torturous caress. I grazed a finger over her sharp erected peaks through the fabric and she gasped.
"So fucking responsive" I mumbled. She bit her lip, fighting a moan as I rolled the peak between my fingers.
"J-jayv.." the sound of my name as a broken moan escaped her lips.
"You want to leave. Say the word and I'll let you go" this is me challenging her. She looked up at me, eyes half- lidded, intoxicated by my hand. I didn't start anything yet she's already a mess. So beautiful. So mine.
"Silence is also an answer, Twyla" I have her a knowing glance. I know what her silence mean. She doesn't want to leave. She wants this. She wants me.
"Jayvion just..." She trailed off. I know what she was going to say. She was going to beg me to touch her. I love to see her beg.
"Just?" I flicked my fingers over her peaks. Harder. She moaned. Loud.
"Please" she let out a broken plea. That's all I needed to hear. My hand went to her waist, pulled her closer and the other went to the back of her head, fisting her curls. So fucking soft. Then my lips met hers. A whisper. A featherlight touch.
Aurelia
Jayvion's lips touched mine. Only a whisper. Too soft, like I was an innocent little girl he's afraid to break. That was frustrating.
I needed more. So much more.
I tiptoed, hands tangling into his hair. So smooth. So soft. Just as I imagined. I pulled his lips harder against mine. He growled in warning. Just as I thought he was going to back off, he took my lips. First the lower lip, and then the upper. A hot wave of raging heat pooled below my stomach.
Jayvion's kiss was him. Hot. Rough. Possessive. Every reservation , every control in him melted into pure need with every touch of our lips.
Every inch of me vibrated, inflamed as I arched against him.
This...I needed it.
Jayvion stepped closer, pressing his hard-on against my lower stomach. I was lost. Each kiss grew wetter, rougher than the last until I was a ball of fire, combusting against this terrifying, beautiful man. I fisted his hair and pulled him closer. His growl vibrated through me and his kiss roughened.
When his lips found my throat, my head fell back with a loud, unbidden moan. This sound didn't feel like it came from me but I cared less.
He pulled back. His eyes were dark pits of heat. His voice was gravel.
"That's enough, Little Writer"