Aurora's POV. 63.
The sharp clink of metal. The soft hiss of leather sliding through the loops of his pants.
I didn’t see it—but I felt it. Felt the change in the air, the heat that rolled off him like a storm. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding against the blindfold wrapped tight over my eyes.
He was quiet. Too quiet.
Then—
His hand wrapped around my throat.
Not choking. Just there. Firm. Possessive.
“You’re going to stay right there,” he said low, rough. “And take everything I give you.”
I nodded, barely able to breathe.
Then I felt it.
His c**k.
Heavy. Hot. Veiny. Swollen. And Hard.
He climbed over me—his knees on either side of my ribs, spreading his weight. I gasped when the thick head of his c**k slapped against my jaw. My lips parted in shock, my entire b
