Chapter 92

Aurora’s POV

“Don’t” he told me, taking my hands off for the second time that week. Typical definition of déjà

His hands moved back and forth between my breasts, my nipples peaked as he squeezed them. I moaned and buried my nose into his neck as I tugged lightly on his hair. His fingers went lower, and I moaned again. He cupped my ass as I ground myself against him and then his tongue was pushing into my mouth, demanding entrance. I parted my legs, welcoming him as I clung tightly to his shirt.

He pushed himself harder against me causing my breathing to accelerate, his hand travelled further down my body until he was touching between my thighs, his palm gliding gently against my wet folds and I cried out involuntarily.

He chuckled, his thumb rubbing against my clit. I felt the warmth spreading throughout my body, from my core, and spread throughout my whole body, heating it up. As I arched my back to press against his hand more forcefully I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath