The Extra's Rise-Chapter 563: A Blue Rose Blooms (5) [R18]

The door to Rose’s bedroom closed softly behind them, the quiet click seeming to echo in the sudden intimacy of the private space. The room reflected its owner’s personality—elegant but comfortable, decorated in soft pastels with modern furnishings that managed to feel both sophisticated and welcoming. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows, casting everything in a gentle silver glow.

Arthur turned to face Rose, and in the quiet sanctuary of her room, away from the eyes of guests and the formalities of the celebration, something shifted between them. The careful restraint they had maintained throughout the evening, the public politeness that had marked their interactions during the party, all of it fell away like discarded masks.

"We’re finally alone," Rose whispered, her voice carrying a mixture of nervousness and anticipation that made Arthur’s heart race.

"Finally," he agreed, reaching out to gently cup her face in his hands. His thumbs traced across her cheekbones, marveling at the softness of her skin and the way her brown eyes seemed to hold starlight in their depths.

Rose leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she savored the simple contact. When she opened them again, they held a certainty that hadn’t been there months ago—the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

"I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long," she said, her hands coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palms.

"So have I," Arthur replied, his voice rough with emotion. "Longer than you know."

The space between them seemed to disappear of its own accord. Rose rose onto her tiptoes just as Arthur leaned down, and their lips met in a kiss that was everything their first kiss should have been—tender yet passionate, gentle yet urgent, full of months of patient waiting and careful courtship finally reaching its natural conclusion.

Arthur’s arms encircled her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Rose’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him to her as if afraid he might disappear if she let go. There was nothing tentative about their embrace now, nothing held back or carefully measured. This was pure emotion, pure connection, the culmination of everything they had been building toward.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting together as they tried to process the intensity of what had just passed between them.

"Rose," Arthur murmured, her name a prayer on his lips.

"I love you," she whispered back, the words carrying the weight of absolute certainty. "I love you so much it sometimes frightens me."

"I love you too," he replied, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, anywhere he could reach. "More than I ever thought possible."

Their lips found each other again, and this time there was no hesitation, no careful boundaries to maintain. Rose’s hands moved to the buttons of Arthur’s formal jacket, her fingers working with surprising steadiness despite the trembling she felt throughout her entire body.

Arthur’s hands threaded through her auburn hair, marveling at its silky texture as he deepened their kiss. Every touch, every caress spoke of love that had been carefully nurtured and patiently tended, finally free to express itself without restraint.

The air in Rose’s bedroom seemed to hum with electricity as their kisses grew more fervent, the space between them charged with unspoken promises. The moonlight filtering through the windows bathed them in a soft glow, highlighting the contours of their bodies as they pressed closer, the world outside fading into irrelevance.

Rose’s fingers, though trembling with a mix of nerves and desire, continued their work on Arthur’s formal jacket. One by one, the buttons gave way, revealing the crisp white shirt beneath, stretched taut across his broad chest. She pushed the jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of fabric. Her hands lingered on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin material, the steady thud of his heart mirroring her own racing pulse.

Arthur’s hands, still woven through her auburn hair, slid down to her shoulders, his touch gentle but deliberate. He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his blue eyes dark with desire yet softened by adoration. "Rose," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "are you sure?"

Her breath caught at the question, the weight of it settling over her. She was a virgin, and though the thought sent a flicker of nervousness through her, the certainty in her heart was unshakable. She nodded, her brown eyes steady as they held his. "I’m sure," she whispered, her voice trembling not with fear but with the intensity of her longing. "I want this. I want you."

His lips curved into a tender smile, and he leaned in to kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her, the way her lips parted so willingly under his. As their kiss deepened, Arthur’s hands moved to the delicate straps of her dress, his fingers brushing against her skin with a reverence that made her shiver. The dress, a flowing gown of deep emerald that had clung to her curves all evening, was secured by a hidden zipper at her side. He found it with practiced ease, his fingers grazing her waist as he slowly pulled it down.

Rose’s breath hitched as the fabric loosened, the cool air of the room kissing her skin as the dress began to slip. Arthur paused, his hands steadying her, giving her a moment to catch her breath. "You’re beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he helped her step out of the gown. It pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in the moonlight, clad only in the delicate, lacy underwear she’d chosen with care—a black bra adorned with intricate embroidery and matching panties that hugged her hips, accentuating her curves.

Arthur’s gaze swept over her, his breath catching at the sight. The lingerie was undeniably sexy, the dark lace contrasting with her pale skin, but it was the vulnerability in her eyes, the trust she placed in him, that made his chest tighten. "God, Rose," he murmured, stepping closer, his hands finding her waist. "You take my breath away."

She blushed, a soft flush spreading across her cheeks, but her hands were bold as they moved to his shirt, tugging it free from his trousers. Her fingers worked the buttons open, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest, the defined ridges of his six-pack abs catching the moonlight. She paused, her hands splaying across his abdomen, marveling at the strength beneath her touch, the warmth of his skin against her palms.

Arthur’s hands slid up her sides, his touch feather-light as he traced the curve of her waist, the dip of her ribcage, until his fingers brushed the edge of her bra. He hesitated, his eyes searching hers for permission. Rose nodded, her breath shallow, and he gently cupped her breasts through the lace, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her body arching instinctively into his touch, the sensation sending a rush of heat through her.

Their lips met again, the kiss hungry and deep, tongues tangling as they pressed themselves closer. Arthur’s hands moved with care, his fingers slipping beneath the lace to caress her bare skin, his touch gentle yet deliberate. He marveled at the softness of her, the way her breasts filled his hands, the way her nipples hardened under his careful exploration. Each touch was a discovery, a silent promise of devotion, and Rose’s soft moans against his lips only fueled his desire to cherish her.

Rose’s hands roamed his back, her nails grazing lightly over his skin as she pulled him closer, the heat of his body grounding her even as her senses spiraled. The contrast of his strength and her softness, the way his calloused hands contrasted with the delicate lace, made every touch electric. She felt cherished, desired, and utterly safe in his arms, her nervousness melting away under the warmth of his affection.

"Arthur," she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with need. "Don’t stop."

"I won’t," he promised, his voice rough with desire as he kissed her again, his hands continuing their gentle exploration, each caress a testament to the love that had brought them to this moment.