The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 107: Not Just Sex
Aurora’s POV
I stepped into the room, and my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even find my voice.
The entire floor was covered in red rose petals, and the scent was so thick and sweet it made my head spin. Candles were flickering everywhere, and the bed was completely covered in flowers.
I was stunned. I never expected something like this. My eyes darted around the room, taking in every little detail. When did he even find the time to do all this?
I turned back to him, my chest rising and falling quickly.
"Do you like it?" he asked softly.
"When did you do all of this?" I breathed out, still staring at the roses in disbelief.
"The moment you told me you wanted a quiet place," he explained. "I mind-linked my housekeeper to prepare this room while we were on our way."
I walked further into the room, a smile breaking across my face. I couldn’t believe he thought of something so beautiful in such a short time. It felt like something out of a dream, far away from what I imagined.
"Thank you," I whispered.
He nodded and stepped in front of me, closing the space between us. He looked down at me, his blue eyes darker now, filled with seriousness. "Are you ready, Aurora?"
"Yes," I said, my voice barely a whisper but certain.
"I will go slow," he promised, his thumb grazing my jawline. "I’ll be careful."
I looked up at him and felt a sudden spark of boldness. "I’m not scared, Oliver."
He let out a short, genuine laugh. It was a healthy, light sound that reached his eyes and showed the deep dimples in his cheeks. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in him.
"I love your laughter," I told him honestly.
He smiled, and my stomach felt like a thousand butterflies had just taken flight. He didn’t say anything else. He just reached out and pulled me against him, his large hands wrapping firmly around my waist. I could feel the heat of his body through my clothes, and it felt so comfortable.
He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. The playful light from his laughter had faded, replaced by something much deeper and more intense. He held my gaze for a long moment before he spoke.
"I love you, Aurora," he whispered.
I swallowed hard, my heart skipping a beat. He was getting so comfortable saying those words now. They didn’t sound like a line or a formality; they sounded like a vow. It felt so genuine that it made my chest ache in a way I couldn’t explain. Before I could find my voice to respond, he continued, his hands sliding up from my waist to cup my face.
"What we are about to do," he said, his voice dropping to a soft whisper, "is not just sex. It is lovemaking. I want you to feel every bit of how much I want and love you."
I gulped, my breath hitching at the raw honesty in his tone. My body felt like it was humming, a slow heat spreading through my limbs that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. I didn’t have time to overthink it before he leaned down, his fingers firm and steady against my jaw.
He kissed me, and the world outside that rose-covered room completely vanished.
It was a slow, hungry kiss that claimed everything. It was so passionate, so incredibly good, that I felt my knees go weak. I reached up, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer, needing to feel the weight of him against me. I kissed him back with everything I had, letting all the fear and the secrets of the day melt away into the taste of him.
Everything blurred, and all I could feel was the roughness of his palms, the softness of his lips, and the way he held me like I was the most precious thing he had ever touched.
Oliver pulled back just enough to look at me. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were dark with a hunger that made my heart race even faster. He reached for the hem of the shirt I was wearing—his shirt—and slowly lifted it over my head. I let it fall to the floor among the rose petals.
I stood there exposed, wearing nothing but my small lace undies. I hadn’t put on a bra earlier, and I could feel the cool air of the room hitting my skin, making my chest tighten. Oliver didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at me like I was a masterpiece he couldn’t believe he owned. Then, he reached for the waistband of my undies and pulled them down. I stepped out of the lace, standing completely naked before him in the dim room.
His eyes darkened with even more admiration as he scanned my body. "You are fucking beautiful," he said, his voice thick and rough.
I felt a sudden rush of heat to my cheeks and tried to bring my hands up to cover myself, but he was too quick. He caught my wrists gently and pulled my hands away, shaking his head. "Don’t you dare hide from me," he whispered. "I want to see every bit of you." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Then he took two steps back from me.
I swallowed hard, my breath coming in short gasps as I watched him reach for his own clothes. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down, stepping out of them. Then, he hooked his thumbs into his boxers and pulled those off too.
When he stood before me, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander. He was tall, muscular, and perfectly built. My gaze dropped, and my pulse thundered in my ears when I saw his length. He was fully aroused, hard and huge, showing just how much he wanted me. The sight of him was overwhelming, making the butterflies in my stomach turn into a deep, heavy ache of desire. I wanted him so badly.
He stepped closer, closing the small gap between us until our skin finally touched. The heat coming off his body was intense. He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck and the other around my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body. I let out a soft moan as I felt the strength of his cock against my thighs.
