novelraw Chapter 169: Clear Mind
Chapter 169: Clear Mind
Oliver’s POV
I saw the way her eyes changed. The fog of her crying cleared, and she looked at me—truly looked at me. I saw the moment the realization hit her. I saw her gaze travel over the width of my shoulders, the way I sat, and the sheer size of me. She looked at my hands, and I knew she was comparing them to the hands that had held her as a King.
"You seem to think you know me now," I said. My voice was a low, rough growl, vibrating in my chest. I fought to keep the "Raymond" rasp in my throat, but it was getting harder. "Do you know who I am now, Aurora? Have you finally put the pieces together?"
I was fucking nervous... but held my composure.
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She just stood there, her chest heaving, her lips parted as she struggled to breathe. The silence between us was like a wire stretched too tight, ready to snap and cut us both to the bone. I knew I should walk out. I knew that every second I stayed was a lie that would eventually burn us down.
"I’m going," I said, forcing myself up to my feet. I turned toward the door, my boots heavy on the floor.
"Please stay," she whispered.
Those two words stopped me in my tracks. I closed my eyes behind the leather mask, my jaw clenching. My wolf was scratching at my insides, howling at me to turn around, to drop the act, to claim her. But I took a sharp breath and turned back.
She was already moving. She walked until she was right in my space, her heat blooming against my cold leather. Her small, shaking fingers reached up and found the top button of my shirt.
"We don’t have to do this, Aurora," I warned. My voice broke, sounding more like Oliver than I wanted. My body was already betraying me, my cock hardening and straining against my jeans just from the scent of her skin.
"Please," she breathed, looking up at the black mask. "I want you. I’m not confused anymore. I know exactly who I’m asking for."
She fumbled with the buttons, her hands shaking so much she couldn’t get the first one loose. I reached down and grabbed her wrists. My grip was tight, almost bruising, because if she opened this shirt, she’d see the familiar tattoos on my chest. She’d see the tattoos of the Alpha King.
"Blindfolds?" she suggested. Her voice was a broken plea.
"Yes," I rasped. "It’s the only way."
She turned and pulled a black silk scarf from her dresser. I took it, the fabric cool against my gloved palms. I stepped behind her, my heart thundering. I gathered her hair and moved it to the side, leaning down to smell the back of her neck. She smelled like jasmine and honey, a scent that always made me feel like I was drowning. I tied the silk over her eyes, making sure the knot was tight.
"Why don’t you want me to see you naked?" she asked into the dark.
"I don’t like being seen," I lied. "By anyone."
The second she was blind, her fear seemed to vanish, replaced by a raw, desperate hunger. She turned back to me, her hands searching blindly until they landed on the center of my chest. She pushed the shirt open, her palms sliding over my skin.
"You have nice abs," she whispered, a small, shaky laugh escaping her. "It’s a shame I can’t see them."
She slid her hands lower, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my jeans. I heard the slow, harsh sound of the zipper being pulled down. She dropped to her knees in front of me. I let out a low moan as she reached into my boxers and pulled me out.
I was thick and pulsing, already leaking for her. She didn’t hesitate. She took the head of my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she slid all the way down. I groaned, my head falling back against the door. She was amazing. She sucked me deep, her throat tight and hot, her hands reaching back to squeeze my ass as she worked me.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, my hips bucking instinctively. I let out a guttural growl, the sound of the wolf breaking through the mask. I fucked her mouth with a slow, heavy rhythm, feeling the wet heat of her mouth until I was shaking, on the very edge of coming right then.
"Enough," I wheezed, pulling her up.
I lifted her off her feet and laid her back on the bed. I didn’t waste a second. I stripped her clothes off, my eyes devouring her body. She looked perfect in the dim light, her skin pale against the dark sheets, her nipples already hard and rose-colored. I moved between her legs, spreading them wide until she was completely open to me.
I leaned down, my mouth finding her wetness. She was already dripping, her scent filling my nose and driving my wolf insane. I flicked my tongue over her clitoris, and she arched off the mattress, a loud, echoing moan filling the room. She wrapped her legs around my head, locking me in, her heels digging into my back.
I ate her slowly, my tongue tracing every fold of her pussy, sucking on her until she was sobbing, her body vibrating with the first wave of a climax. She was so wet I could hear the sound of my tongue against her—a slick, messy sound that made me want to howl.
I didn’t give her time to breathe. I knelt over her, my cock rubbing against her entrance. I positioned myself and drove home in one long, deep thrust that buried me inside her to the hilt.
"Oh, gods!" she screamed, her head tossing back on the pillow, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
I began to fuck her, my movements raw and primal. I wasn’t the Alpha King now; I was just a man who was starving for the woman beneath him. I reached around and gripped her breasts, my thumbs pinching her nipples hard as I hammered into her. Every time my hips hit hers, it made a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the quiet room.
She pulled me down for a kiss, her blindfold rubbing against my mask. Our mouths clashed, tasting like salt and spit. I sucked on her tongue, my thrusts getting faster and harder.
"I want you... I want you so much," she whimpered into my mouth.
I flipped her onto her side, pulling her back against my chest in a spooning position. I entered her from behind, my hand reaching around to grip her hip, pulling her back against every thrust so I could go as deep as possible. I leaned over, my teeth grazing the soft skin of her shoulder, biting down just hard enough to leave a hickey. I wanted her to feel me. I wanted her to know she belonged to the man in the dark.
"Raymond... please," she sobbed, her head falling back against my shoulder.
I shifted again, pulling her onto her hands and knees. I gripped her waist, my fingers digging into her skin, and drove into her from behind. This was the position I loved. I could see her back arch, see the way her ass shook with every hit. I reached forward, my hand finding her throat, holding her steady as I gave her everything I had. She began to cry out in pleasure, her moans turning into high-pitched screams as she felt me hitting her sweet spot over and over.
"You’re mine," I hissed into her ear, my wolf’s voice taking over. "Tell me you’re mine."
"I’m yours," she choked out. "Yours... only yours."
The lie tasted like honey. I knew she was saying it to the mask, but I pretended she was saying it to me—to Oliver. I moved my hand down, my fingers finding her clitoris and rubbing it as I fucked her. The double sensation was too much for her. She began to shake, her pussy clamping down on my cock in tight, rhythmic pulses.
"That’s it, Aurora," I growled, my pace becoming faster. "Come for me."
She let out a long, broken scream as she came, her body collapsing onto the pillows. I felt the build in my own gut, a white-hot pressure that I couldn’t hold back anymore. I let out one final, ragged growl, emptying myself deep inside her, my seed filling her as I pushed in as far as I could go.
I collapsed over her, my chest heaving against her back. I stayed there, buried deep inside her, the only sound in the room being our gasping breaths. My heart was breaking even as my body felt satisfied. I was terrified and angry at myself. I was supposed to make her hate Raymond, not this...