The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 69: Feel His Face

Aurora’s POV

​"Raymond..." I moaned, my fingers digging into the bedsheets.

​I felt him move. His heavy weight settled between my thighs as he gently pushed them wider. I thought he was going to use his mouth to pleasure me, but instead, I felt a sharp, hot sting right at my entrance. I cried out into the quiet room as the warm wax touched my skin.

​Before I could even breathe, another drop hit my right nipple, making me gasp. Then more hit my stomach. Then another drop landed right where I was most sensitive. My breath was coming in ragged hitches. I was drowning in the heat.

​Suddenly, the heat was gone. I felt something freezing touch my skin—his lips. He was holding an ice cube in his mouth as he began to lick my body. He started at my stomach, his tongue swirling the melting ice against the warm wax. The sensation was so intense I thought I would go insane.

​Then, he moved lower.

​When his mouth landed on my pussy, the coldness of the ice made me cry out. It was a shock to my system. I had never felt anything like it. The freezing water from the ice mixed with my own heat, and every flick of his tongue felt like a bolt of electricity through me.

​"Do you feel that, Aurora?" he whispered against my skin, his breath hot while the ice was still cold. "Is this real enough for you now?"

​I couldn’t answer. I could only moan as he sucked the sensitive bud of my clitoris, the ice numbing me and then making the blood rush back twice as fast. I was shaking, my hips bucking against his face. I didn’t care about Oliver anymore. I didn’t care about the mystery. I only wanted him to never stop.

​Slowly, he pulled away from my entrance and pulled me up to a sitting position, his strong arms wrapping around my waist to steady me; then, he clashed his lips with mine for a kiss.

​I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me, the melting ice sliding between our tongues. It was cold and sweet, and I could taste the salt of my own skin on him. It was the most intimate thing I had ever felt.

​My hands flew to his head, desperate to pull him closer, but my fingers hit the hard, cold leather of the mask again.

​I wanted to tear it off. I wanted to see the man who was making my world tilt.

​As if he could read my mind, he pulled back. His breathing was heavy, echoing in the quiet room. "Do you want to feel me, Aurora? Do you want to feel my face in your hands?"

​"Yes," I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Please."

​I felt him move away for a second. I heard the soft click of a buckle and the sound of leather hitting the floor. Then, he took my shaking hands in his and guided them upward.

​My fingertips touched skin. Warm, smooth, real skin.

​I gasped, my breath hitching as I began to explore. I moved my hands slowly, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. It was strong and firm. I moved to his nose, then his ears, and finally, my thumbs brushed over his full, pouting lips. He was real. He was right here.

​I knew I could just reach up and pull the scarf from my eyes. I could end the mystery right now. But I was terrified. If I saw him, would the magic break? Would I see a killer, or would I see the man I was falling for? I chose to stay in the dark, letting my touch tell me the story.

​"You’re handsome," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I can feel it with my hands."

​"Do you like what you feel?" he asked, his voice low and vibrating.

​I didn’t answer with words. I leaned forward and found his lips with mine. This time, there was no mask. There was no barrier. It was just skin on skin, a soft and desperate kiss that made my toes curl.

​As we kissed, he moved between my legs again. I felt the sharp, freezing sting of the ice rubbing against my entrance, contrasting with the heat of his mouth. I gasped into the kiss, my body arching as the cold water dripped down my thighs.

​"Raymond..." I whimpered, my hands tangling in his hair. It felt soft and thick—and as I gripped it, a small part of me wondered why it felt so much like the hair I had touched in the King’s office.

​But the ice moved deeper, and I stopped thinking altogether.

​I felt his hands on my shoulders, gently but firmly pushing me back down until I was lying flat against the mattress again.

​He didn’t waste a second. He moved back between my legs, and I felt the sharp, freezing glide of the ice as he began to rub it against my entrance again. The cold was so intense it almost hurt, but then he leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth. The heat of his tongue and the suction of his lips sent a jolt of pure lightning straight to my core.

​"Raymond!" I cried out, my back arching off the bed.

​He was relentless. He kept the ice moving in slow, torturous circles down below while he feasted on my breasts. He moved from one nipple to the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks just enough to make me sob. Every time he flicked his tongue, I felt the muscles in my stomach tighten and release. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

​I was blind, trapped in a world of ice and fire. The cold water from the melting cube was dripping down my thighs, making me feel even more exposed, even more sensitive. He was using the ice to keep me right on the edge, numbing me for a second before the heat of his mouth brought me screaming back to life.

​"Please," I begged, my hands fisting in the sheets as my hips began to buck against him. "I can’t... Raymond, please..."

​He didn’t stop. He pushed my legs even wider, his fingers digging into my hips as he pressed the remaining shard of ice directly against my clitoris. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as the cold sent a wave of shivers through my entire body. At the same time, he began to suck on my nipple even harder, his hand coming up to massage my other breast.

​I felt the ice getting smaller and smaller, melting away until it was just his slick, warm fingers replacing the cold. He began to slide them inside me, following the path the ice had made, and I let out a broken moan.

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