The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 50: In my Bed

Aurora’s POV

​He flipped our positions with a sudden, powerful movement, making me lie flat on the mattress while he hovered above me. His weight was a heavy, comforting heat that pinned me down. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his lips searing my skin with a series of deep, marking kisses that made my toes curl.

​Then, abruptly, he stopped.

​He pulled back, his chest heaving against mine. I could feel the tension vibrating through his entire body.

​"Why are you stopping?" I breathed, my voice sounding airy and desperate in the quiet room.

​"You’re vulnerable, Aurora," he rasped, his green eyes dark with a hunger he was clearly trying to fight. "The adrenaline, the fear... you aren’t thinking clearly."

​"I am," I lied, though I knew I sounded stupid. My head was spinning, but the only thing I knew for certain was that I didn’t want the cold to come back. "I know what I’m doing. I want this. I want you."

​I reached up, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. "But... no sex," I whispered, a small spark of my old self trying to set a boundary. "I’m not ready for that."

​He looked like he wanted to withdraw completely. He stared at me for a long heartbeat, his jaw working behind the leather. I thought he was going to get off the bed and walk out the door, but then he leaned back down, his nose brushing against mine.

​"Fine," he murmured. "But I will have to blindfold your eyes."

​Panic flared in my chest. "What? Why?"

​"Do you trust me, Aurora?" he asked, his voice dropping into that hypnotic, authoritative tone.

​It was a ridiculous question. He was an assassin. He was a man with a thousand secrets. But as I looked into those green eyes, my body felt more certain than my mind. I nodded slowly. "I trust you."

​"Good," he whispered. "With your eyes closed, your other senses will be alert. You will feel every touch, every breath, every heartbeat. You will enjoy everything I do to you."

​Then he moved and picked up one of my scarves nearby. I swallowed hard as he leaned down and blindfolded my eyes with it. The world went black, and suddenly, the sound of his breathing became like thunder. The scent of him—the cedar and the faint hint of sweat—became overwhelming.

​"I want you to get a taste of the iceberg," he whispered against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "I want you to feel a fraction of what you will experience if you agree to be my submissive."

​I felt his hands slide down my arms, pinning my wrists gently above my head. My heart hammered against my ribs, not from fear but from the intoxicating anticipation of what he was going to do next.

​He pulled me into a sitting position, and I felt the cool air of the room hit my skin as he began to undress me. My heart was thudding so hard against my ribs I thought he could surely hear it. One by one, he removed my layers until he reached my leggings. As he pulled them down and away, I realized with a jolt of heat that I was completely naked.

​A low, primal groan ripped from his throat—a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger. Even through the blindfold, I could feel the weight of his gaze burning into me, devouring the sight of my body.

​"Lie back," he commanded, his voice a ragged whisper.

​I obeyed, my breath coming in shallow hitches. For a few agonizing seconds, there was no movement, only the sound of his heavy breathing. Then, I felt the bed shift as he settled between my legs. The heat radiating from him was intense. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

​"Fuck, Aurora," he rasped, his voice vibrating with a mix of awe and possessiveness. "You are so beautiful. So sexy."

​I swallowed hard, my senses heightened to a breaking point. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him everywhere. He reached out and took my hand, his palm rough and warm against mine, and began to guide it toward his body.

​My fingers first met the smooth, burning heat of his chest. He was shirtless. I let my hand roam, tracing the hard, sculpted lines of his chest and the deep ridges of his abs. He was solid muscle, built like a weapon, yet his skin felt like silk under my touch.

​He moved my hand lower, over his flat stomach, until my palm pressed against the thick, rigid bulge straining against the denim of his jeans. I gasped, my lips parting in shock and a sudden, sharp ache of desire. He was so hard.

​"Feel that?" he whispered, leaning down until his lips were brushing against the shell of my ear. "That is what you do to me. Every time you look at me, every time you breathe my name. This is only the beginning, Aurora. If you say yes to me... if you become mine... I will give you a world where the only thing you ever have to fear is how much I’m going to make you want me."

​He trailed his lips down my jawline, his stubble grazing my skin, before nipping at the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder.

​"Do you want to stop?" he challenged, his voice a dark husky. "Or do you want to see what else I can do with just my hands and my mouth?"

​"Please... don’t stop," I whimpered, the words barely more than a breath. Any lingering thought of my parents, the alley, or the danger I was in vanished, incinerated by the heat radiating from his large body.

​He didn’t need to be told twice. I felt him shift, his weight hovering perfectly over me as he began to map my skin with his lips. He started at the hollow of my throat, his kisses slow and passionate, before trailing down the center of my chest. My skin pebbled in the cool air, but where his mouth touched, I felt like I was catching fire.

​Then, his mouth found my breast. When he took my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak before sucking firmly, a loud, broken moan escaped me. I arched my back off the mattress, my fingers digging into the bedsheets.

​"Raymond..." I gasped, my head tossing back into the pillow.