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Aurora’s P.O.V

Caleb‘ughter fills the space between us, rich and warm, and I can feel my face growing hotter.

“Oh, Aurora,” he sighs, still smiling that maddening smile. “This bfire /bbisn’t /bbgoing /bto bburn /bout until we’re properly mated. You know that, right?”

His words send a fresh wave of heat through me, and I bite my lip, struggling to find my voice. “I don’t know what to do,” I admit, my embarrassment making me look down at bmy /bfeet.

“Look at me,” hemands softly, and I do, my eyes meeting his. There’s a seriousness there mixed with something darker, something that makes my pulse quicken.

“I’m willing to help you, but you’re going to feel even more embarrassed if I do. Are you sure you

want that?”

The way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only thing that matters in the world, makes bmy /bheart ache. I nod, unable to speak, because despite the embarrassment, despite the fear of what he might do, I

need this. I need him.

He studies me for a moment longer, then steps closer, his hand reaching out to brush against my cheek. The touch is gentle, almost reverent, and I lean into it, my eyes closing briefly. “Alright,” he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.

“But remember, you asked for this.”

Before I can process his words, his other hand slips under my pants, and I gasp, my eyes flying open. His fingers trail slowly up my thigh, the sensation both electrifying and terrifying. I try to move, but he holds me in ce, his grip firm yet careful. “Caleb, what are you-”

“Shh,” he soothes, his voice a low murmur. “Just trust me, Aurora.”

I want to say something, to protest, but the words die on my lips as his fingers find the heat between my legs. My body jolts at the contact, a soft moan escaping before bI /bcan stop it. He chuckles again, the sound vibrating through me, and I feel his hand move, teasing, exploring.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, almost to himself, his eyes darkening as he watches my reaction. “I can feel how badly you need this.”

My face burns with embarrassment, but I can’t look away, can’t stop the small sounds escaping my lips as his fingers slide against meb, /beach movement sending sparks of pleasure through my entire

body.

“Calebb, /bplease,” I manage to gasp, not even sure what I’m asking for. All I know is that I need more. that the fire is building, growing stronger with every passing second.

“Please what?” he taunts softly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Tell me what you want, Aurora.”

The words stick in my throat, too humiliating to say out loud, but his fingers move faster, pressing and stroking against my womanhood in a way that has my legs trembling.

“I–I need you,” I finally whisper, my voice breaking with desperation.

His eyes sh with something primal, and he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Good girl,” he breathes, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Before I can respond, his fingers move aside my panties and slip inside me, and I cry out, my hands clutching at his shoulders for support. The sensation is overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once, and I can feel myself unraveling, the pleasure building, spiraling higher and higher.

“Caleb!” I gasp, my nails digging into his skin as he moves his fingers in and out of my pussy, each thrust of his fingers pushing me closer to the edge.

“Let go,” he whispers, his voice low andmanding. “I’ve got you, Aurora. Just let go.”

I want to hold on, to keep some semnce of control, but it’s impossible. The fire inside me is a roaring ze now, consuming everything in its path, and when his thumb finds that perfect spot, the bundle of nerves at my apex, I shatter, my entire body trembling as the orgasm crashes over me. My head falls back, a strangled cry escaping my lips, and I cling to him, my mind nk, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

He doesn’t stop, his fingers working me through the waves of ecstasy until I’m a shaking, breathless mess in his arms. When I finallye back to myself, my body still trembling with the aftershocks, I can feel his eyes on me, watching, waiting.

I open my eyes, meeting his gaze, and there’s something in his expression that makes my heart skip a beat. “You did so well,” he murmurs, his hand gently pulling away, leaving me feeling suddenly empty. He leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, almost tender kiss.

“But this fire,” he continues, his voice a husky whisper against my lips, “it’s not gone, Aurora. It’s only just begun.”

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