As if reading my thoughts, Dorian digs himself deeper into me, and I can feel the strain in his body as he tries to fight against his own orgasm. He doesn’t want to stop but it’s pulling him under. He bites down onto my shoulder, his teeth leaving little indentions in my skin. It’s so intensely erotic, I don’t even try to stifle my carnal cries. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I know that they make it harder for him to resist; my arousal provokes him more than anything else. Seeing him so undone does the same for me, and I will myself to slow down. But it’s too late. The telltale sign of his climax, the substantial swelling inside of me, pushes me over the edge, and we both plunge into dangerously thrashing dark waters.
I gasp Dorian’s name, followed by a series of hoarse expletives, resting my head on his hard shoulder. His face is buried in my neck, trying to regain his own breath through gritted teeth. I secretly relish his vulnerability in this moment, and the pinkish haze of our combined auras makes this scene so serene. I’ve tried to ignore them, and honestly, it freaked me out when I first saw it. But now it’s simply become another nuisance of my new life. The upside of it is that I can read people’s moods and proceed with them accordingly. Almost like reading their minds. I wonder if Dorian has the same ability, being that he always seems to know my thoughts. I store the question away for later, not wanting to spoil the tender moment.
“Will it always be like this?” I murmur, still cradled in his arms.
“Like what?” Dorian replies. I feel his cool breath on my throat and get a little chill, despite the hot water and our vigorous activity. Dorian holds me tighter.
“This…good?” I sigh. “Does it ever get bad with you? Or even mediocre? Will you always make me feel so amazing?” I chuckle at my ridiculous questions.
Dorian lifts his head and looks at me quizzically. “Is it that good to you?” He’s being coy; he knows exactly what he does to my body.
“Crazy good,” I say, lifting my eyebrows for dramatic effect. Dorian looks down for a beat, and when he returns his gaze to me, it’s thoughtful and serious. Oh no, did I say something wrong?
“It’s good for me too, you know. Inexplicable.” He swallows to give himself a moment to align his thoughts with his words. “No one has ever moved me like you. Ever. The feeling you give me is insane. It’s unnatural. You intoxicate me.”
Whoa. That was unexpected. I look at Dorian in awe, totally beguiled by his sudden intimate confession. So maybe he feels it too- the incredible need that draws me to him. Maybe he feels the tiny prickles that flow through my body whenever we touch. Maybe, just maybe, his feelings for me could go deeper than the physical. Maybe he could love me too.
“Have you ever been with someone…like me?” I ask meekly. He knows what I mean but we haven’t gone into that territory yet. We are both stuck somewhere between denial and obscurity.
Dorian shakes his head a bit. “No. No one like you.”
I lay my head back down on his shoulder, exhaustion washing over me from the intense orgasms, alcohol, and late hour. I close my eyes just for a moment, and inhale deeply, breathing in Dorian’s fresh, cool aroma. He always smells so crisp and clean, reminding me of the scent of fresh linen or island air, though I’ve never seen him wear cologne. Yet another mystery that makes Dorian so damn irresistible.
“Come, little girl. Let’s get you to bed.”
Dorian lifts me up, cradling me so my cheek rests on his chest. My eyes are still closed but I feel him maneuver easily out of the hot tub and then feel the softness of a towel draped over me. I can tell he’s walking into the house, and I should really tell him to put me down so I can walk the rest of the way, but my eyelids are so heavy. And his arms feel so good wrapped around me, the soothing rhythm of his heart my own personal lullaby. Through the tiny slits of my eyes, I see that we’ve entered the bedroom. Dorian sets me down gently on the bed and puts the comforter over me before walking to the other side to climb in. We lie facing each other, naked under the thick blanket. It’s dark but I can still see his eyes twinkling brightly.
“I’ve never been with someone like you either,” I whisper.
“I know,” Dorian replies. “And you never will be.” Then sleep envelops me, filling my head with vivid images of Dorian, Aurora, and piercing blue eyes.
Chapter Twenty Nine
The next morning, I awaken to the soft thudding of Dorian’s beating heart. My head rests on his smooth, bare chest and his arms are wrapped tightly around me. This feels so good, so right. I want to pretend to still be asleep but judging by the sounds resonating from the kitchen, everyone is already up and at ‘em. Plus the bathroom is calling my name. I try to ease out from under his embrace when he begins to stir.