The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 108: Open You Up
Aurora’s POV
He didn’t wait. He dipped his head, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below my ear. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, his stubble grazing my skin and sending shivers dancing down my spine. I tilted my head back, exposing more of myself to him, my eyes fluttering shut as I lost myself in the feeling.
"Oliver," I whimpered, my voice sounding desperate even to me.
He moved his mouth lower, his tongue swirling around the tip of one breast before taking me into his mouth. The sensation was so intense I nearly cried out. I buckled against him, my hands moving to his hair, pulling him closer as a low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest. He moved from one side to the other, his teeth grazing me just enough to make me gasp, his hands never staying still.
Before I could recover, he swept me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs instinctively around his waist, feeling the solid strength of him supporting me. He carried me to the bed, the rose petals crinkling softly under his weight as he laid me down in the center of the mattress. The scent of crushed flowers filled the air, mixing with the musky, masculine smell of his skin. He didn’t pull away; he stayed draped over me, his eyes dark and blown wide with a hunger that made my pulse skip.
"You’re so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice vibrating against my chest.
His hands, large and slightly calloused, traveled down my sides, tracing every curve until they reached my thighs. He didn’t rush. He watched my face, his thumb grazing the inside of my knee before he slowly urged my legs apart. I obeyed, my breath coming in shallow hitches as my heart raced.
Was he going to enter me now?
As if he could hear my thoughts, he shook his head slightly.
"Let me open you up," he whispered.
I swallowed hard as I waited for his next move. Oliver’s hand moved, his fingers sliding along my skin with a gentle, teasing touch that left me breathless. He watched me intently, his eyes dark with desire as he slowly traced two fingers up my thigh.
Up until now, it had always been one finger, a gentle teasing that I was used to. But then, I felt him push two fingers inside. I gasped, my hips jerking upward as the new fullness stretched me. It was a tight, heavy sensation that made my breath hitch in my throat.
"Easy, darling," he murmured, leaning down to kiss the hollow of my throat. "Just let yourself go. I’ve got you." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
I tried to relax, my muscles eventually softening around him. The discomfort began to fade, replaced by a deep, pulsing ache that made me want to wrap my legs around his waist and never let go. He kept moving, his pace steady and slow, making sure I was adjusting to every inch of his fingers.
Then, unexpectedly, he added a third finger.
My eyes flew wide, and a sharp cry escaped my lips. The stretch was intense, a massive pressure that made me feel completely full. I squeezed my eyes shut, my fingers digging into the mattress as I tried to process the sensation. It was a lot, but deep down, I knew he had to do this. I had seen him just moments ago. He was huge, and I knew that if he didn’t prepare me like this, I would never be able to accommodate him.
"Just relax, baby," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver through me. "Take a breath," he said softly, his voice calm and reassuring.
There was a slight burn, a feeling of pressure that made me wince, but he didn’t rush. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust to the sensation. I bit my lip, trying to focus on breathing, letting myself relax around his touch.
The discomfort began to ease, and soon his fingers were moving in a steady rhythm. He continued to watch me, his gaze never leaving my face, his expression softening as I started to respond. A warm wave of sensation began to build.
After a moment, he leaned closer, his fingers slowing. "How does it feel?" he whispered. I felt my cheeks flush, too overwhelmed to answer with words. Instead, I nodded slightly, my body beginning to respond, each movement of his fingers sending sparks through me, making me wetter.
"Fuck, you’re soaked," he groaned. He quickened his pace, pulling louder moans from me as his pace quickened. If this felt this good, I couldn’t imagine the feeling of him actually inside me.
My breathing quickened as he continued, his fingers working with a rhythmic motion that drew soft whimpers from me.
"Oliver..." I breathed, feeling my wetness on his fingers. He smirked, his eyes filled with satisfaction, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned forward and took my left nipple into his warm mouth, sucking gently.
"Ahhh!" A moan of satisfaction escaped my lips as he moved his mouth and his fingers in perfect sync. My breath hitched as his work inside me brought waves of pleasure I had never known. My body responded completely, erasing every trace of my earlier fear.
I looked at him, my mind hazy with heat. My body burned, each thrust of his fingers making me wetter, making me crave more.
This was supposed to be a scary step, so why did it feel so right? Why did it feel like I was finally where I was meant to be?
"Oliver," I breathed, my voice breaking. "Please... I’m ready. I want you."
He let out a low growl, the sound vibrating through the bed. He slowly withdrew his fingers, and for a second, I felt a brief, cold emptiness where he had been. He hovered over me, his massive frame blocking out the candlelight as he positioned himself between my thighs.
"I’m going to be gentle," he promised, his face tight with the effort of holding back. "I love you."
I nodded, my heartbeat racing. I reached up, pulling his head down for one last kiss as I felt the hot, heavy tip of his cock press against my entrance.
