Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
The fingers angle inside me, hitting my sweet spot. I writhe in their merciless hold, needing more.
Oh. There. Just there.
He curls his fingers deeper inside me. “Here?”
My eyes snap open at the familiar voice.
It’s not a dream. It’s Jonathan.
15
Aurora
My mouth opens in an ‘O’ as I fall into Jonathan’s presence.
He’s spooning me from behind, his firm naked chest covering my back. The pads of his fingers trace my areola with expert slowness. My nipples are so hard, they ache with the need to be stimulated.
His other hand hovers over my pussy, teasing my wet folds, but not touching. My skin is hot and tingly, and it’s not because of the alcohol — at least, not all of it.
“Jonathan?” I breathe out. “What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” His voice is husky with lust as he pounds two fingers inside me in one go and tugs on a nipple.
I arch against him, my breathing crackling as a moan rips through the air. My moan. It doesn’t matter what state I’m in. My body is so attuned to his, so used to his domineering touch that I come alive in an instant. This is our normal — no matter how fucked up that is. That’s why the platonic treatment from this morning messed with my head.
“No…I…I meant h-here…in this room?”
“Apparently, Aiden has one guest room and he thinks that’s too much.” He pauses, and I nearly curse my idiotic question. “Why? You have an objection?”
“N-no…” my voice ends in a whimper as he curls his fingers inside me, triggering a low thrumming at the bottom of my stomach.
“I thought so.” He releases my taut nipple to pull my hair to the side. His hot lips latch onto the hollow of my throat, sucking the sensitive skin into his wet mouth. A zap of pleasure shoots straight between my legs as if he’s feasting on my pussy.
“Oh… Holy…shit…J-Jonathan…”
I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or his touch or the damn friction, but my entire body is so turned on and about ready to burst with all the sexual pleasure pulsing inside me.
“You did something wrong, Aurora,” he speaks against my skin, his light stubble adding to the unbearable stimulation.
“I-I did?”
“You ran away from me.”
“I-I d-didn’t.”
He bites on the skin on my throat and I push back against him in need for more. “You’re in Oxford, which means you did.”
“H-how did you find me, anyway?” I doubt Aiden would’ve called him.
“I have my ways.”
The realisation seeps into my dazed brain. “You…you have people following me like you do Levi and Aiden?”
No clue why I haven’t thought about that after he magically found me in Leeds. Only, there’s nothing magical about the situation. It was all calculated. Jonathan and his control freak, methodical brain know no limits.
“Did you really think I’d leave you alone after you were attacked?”
“No?”
“No. I chased you before, and I’ll chase you again if I have to.”
“You chased me.” I don’t know why I repeat the words. It’s almost as if I’m trying to commemorate them to memory.
“I did.”
“W-why?” I clench around his fingers when he pulls them out, but he only does that so he can thrust them back in.
“Because you’re mine.” His hoarse whisper against the shell of my ear drives me over the edge.
Just like that. No warning. No preparation.
This orgasm isn’t slow-building or submerging. No. It explodes all over my skin and detonates inside me.
I tilt my head back and capture Jonathan’s lips as the wave invades me. It could be the alcohol or the bursts of excitement he’s initiated in me, but I don’t stop to think about my actions as I kiss him.
Or rather, he’s the one who takes full control of it. The man’s kiss is as commanding as he is. His tongue swirls against mine, dominating my every breath and confiscating my thoughts in the process.
He’ll probably punish me for initiating the kiss later, but I don’t care. Not now. He’s looking at me with lust instead of disappointment and I want to drown in that. I want to snatch it away and hide it somewhere.
His fingers are still inside me, his thumb lazily stroking my clit. Small bursts of pleasure cause a shudder to overtake me.
He doesn’t stop kissing me; it is as if it’s the first time he’s doing it. Unlike the way he handles my body, Jonathan’s kisses aren’t as experienced. It’s almost like he didn’t like kissing before. They’re firm, though, his kisses, and filled with so much confidence that they turn me boneless.
The need to get lost in him further burns hotter and brighter. I reach behind me and wrap my fingers around his cock that’s nestling against my back.
Jonathan grabs a handful of my arse cheek in his big hand before he slaps it. I yelp, my lips momentarily leaving his. “You cannot run away from me again, Aurora. Is that understood?”