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Chapter Seven: Naked and Nameless

Chapter Seven

Aurora

Since I was sixteen, every night, I dreamed of my shadow. I was in love with a nameless, voiceless protector.

I could swear that every night I could reach out and touch him. I’ve dreamed about his hands in my hair. His body holding mine. Stolen kisses but never on my lips. I yearned for my shadow man. He was so close but always so far away. Tonight after celebrating my birthday and actually meeting his eyes, I knew I would have a dream. Maybe tonight would be the night he’d take me, make love to me. Even in my dreams, I’ve remained a virgin. I’ve read what lovers do. Secret and forbidden kisses, touches that leave your body trembling, and rhythms that make you want to scream. Goddess, I’d give anything to have this man.

All my life, I’ve had every choice taken away from me. But who I gave myself to, I wanted to make that decision. It was my body, my heart, and my soul. It was my right to give them away. But then again, I couldn’t give away what already belonged to one man, even in the shadows he guarded and cherished them. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about his tall, muscular build, dark black hair, scruffy beard, and gorgeous green eyes.

With my eyes closed tight, I tried to imagine his hands running up and down my body as I went to sleep. All of my pajamas were gone when I came home today, and my drawers were filled with satin, lace, and sexy lingerie. I had no idea what had happened and didn’t dare ask my father. Maybe one of the maids thought I could use a secret boost of confidence. I didn’t know or at the moment care because I was enjoying the cool satin against my skin and my own touch.

Even as my own fingers dipped below my new lace panties, I imagined it was him stroking my delicate wet flesh. I was so close to the edge, my fingers soaked as I circled my aching clit. For the first time, I was almost there. I could feel the pressure building, and I continued to recall every detail. I was losing my mind to this fantasy. I could even smell a masculine sandalwood and pine fragrance in my room, which only wound me up tighter. I was about to turn my head into my pillow to try not to make a sound when I came, but I heard footsteps in my room. My body froze, and I made my hands still. I was so pissed that my first orgasm was stolen away from me. But also terrified that someone was in my room.

The intoxicating scent grew as somebody approached my bed. This was unreal yet familiar. The presence didn’t feel threatening, but actually the opposite. It was a man who was calming and comforting. I felt my bed dip with the new weight, and a warm solid body joined me. I felt a feather-light touch running through my hair, just as I had imagined earlier. Then the heat of his body came crashing towards mine. Then I felt it. A set of warm, inviting, and gentle lips touched mine. The visitor stroked my hair as if I was precious and breakable. Then when his hand went to my cheek, it was too much for me to stay still. I had to touch him back. I slid my hand over his and threw everything I was just fantasizing about into the kiss.

It was my first kiss. I already knew this man should be my last. Opening my eyes, I saw him, my shadow, he wasn’t a dream. He was real, and as if every wish and prayer came true, I was in his arms, sharing the same look of desire and hunger. I knew what had to be done.

We needed privacy, and I knew exactly how we could get it. As I walked to the door and warded so my father couldn’t hear anything, I felt his eyes watching my every step. I could feel him taking in every curve of my body in absolute appreciation and awe. I didn’t feel scandalized but desired. It was thrilling. This man knew me so well thought this was our first interaction.

I made my intentions very clear when instead of taking my original spot in bed, I walked up and then sat down, straddling his lap. It was so foreign but delicious. I could feel his large hard cock under me. Cocks are what the girls at school said. Shock showed on his face, but he was eager to explore the body I just offered. His hands immediately when to my legs and began tracing my bare flesh and then skimming the hem of my barely-there nightgown. Seriously who gave me all this?

He knew what questions to ask to make me at ease and open up my heart's desires. For the first time in my life, I said exactly what I wanted, which was him.

I couldn’t stop touching him. He couldn’t take his hands off me. We both had a nervous, excited energy rolling off of us. And goddess, the smell of our thick, rich arousals filled the room. I don’t know how I would clear that out before morning. Our kisses were getting wild and reckless. They were wet and all-consuming. I couldn’t get enough. He was like the air that I needed to live.

“I can’t know your name, can I?” If I was going to do this, I had to guard my mind against the invasion of a possible command. I didn’t need to know his name to know he loved me.

“Not yet, Aurora. I promise one day there will not be a secret or unknown between us.” He rushed my lips with a kiss, and they tasted like the truth. I started pulling at his shirt. I wanted it off. I didn’t want anything between our skin. I wanted to feel every hot inch. He couldn’t get it off fast enough. My hands were already under his shirt, rubbing up and down his hard, toned muscles. My mind couldn’t stop thinking about what else was hard. I was going to do this. I was really going to do this.

I wanted this done right, and I was so frustrated that I couldn’t see him well in the dark.

I bounced up and down on his jean-covered lap as I made a quick decision.

“Will you always keep my secrets?”

“Always.”

I smiled, stood, and with a flourish of my hands, I made one of my favorite symbols. All of a sudden tiny lights began sparkling all over my room. They were dim but looked like tiny stars that twinkled.

He gave me a smile full of awe and wonder. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me, kissed me, and tackled me back to the bed. With a giggle, we began our makeout session again, but as I felt his hand drift up to my thigh under the satin, I decided to pop the top button on his jeans. We were making this fair.

His fingers began to trace over the matching silk fabric of my thong. I groaned.

“My princess, I’ve never felt anything like this. You are so wet,” he growled into my ear as he stressed out over me. “Goddess, I’ve always wanted to do this…I’m about to make you a lot of wetter.”

He shimmied down my body drawing my panties with him. As he threw them on the floor, he gave me a wolfish grin, “Are you sure this room is soundproof?” My legs naturally spread a little wider, inviting him further.

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