CHAPTER 318: CHAPTER 318 FAVORITE

The trio lingered over their drinks until the jug was completely drained, their cheeks flushed and their laughter spilling freely.

The wine had loosened their tongues and lightened their hearts, but Riley was careful not to let the night slip too far into drunken haze.

He could have easily called for another jug, yet he chose restraint.

This night was too important—he wanted Aurora to remember every heartbeat, every breath, and every touch without the fog of alcohol clouding her memories.

He set his cup aside and rose slowly, his eyes never leaving Aurora.

"It’s time, wife," he said gently, his voice steady but laced with warmth.

Extending his hands, he helped her to her feet. Aurora’s fingers trembled as they slipped into his, but she did not pull away.

Step by step, Riley led her toward the bedroom, the soft patter of their footsteps echoing in Edith’s ears.

Left behind, Edith clasped her hands tightly in her lap.

Her heart pounded as she watched the pair disappear beyond the doorway.

She swallowed hard, her throat dry, for she knew her own night would come soon.

The thought of what awaited her filled her with a strange blend of fear and anticipation—an unspoken understanding that her childhood was nearing its end, and womanhood would claim her next.

Thud!

Aurora’s body landed gently upon the bed.

She sat there rigid, her back straight, her heart drumming wildly against her chest.

Though she had prepared herself for this night in thought, the reality of it now pressed upon her with an almost overwhelming weight.

Her breath caught in her throat as Riley stepped closer, his gaze fixed on her with quiet intensity.

For a long moment, he did nothing—simply stood there, studying her as though committing her image to memory.

Aurora’s pulse quickened under the weight of his silence, her fingers clutching at the bedding.

She braced herself for whatever he might do, nerves and curiosity warring within her.

Then, with a steady breath, Riley moved.

He leaned forward, his hand brushing gently against her cheek, tilting her face toward his.

His warmth enveloped her, and Aurora’s eyes fluttered shut before she even realized it.

"Mmm..." she let out a soft, startled sound as Riley’s lips pressed against hers.

It was her very first kiss.

The sensation was foreign yet intoxicating, and her entire body tingled as though awakened by his touch.

At first stiff and unsure, she soon found herself responding instinctively, drawn into the moment.

Riley’s kiss deepened, slow but purposeful, as though he meant to guide her gently into the unfamiliar.

Aurora’s heart raced faster than ever, her earlier fears melting beneath the steady rhythm he set.

Everything after that seemed to blur, each heartbeat carrying them forward, each breath drawing them closer.

The world outside ceased to exist; there was only Riley, only the warmth of his lips, and the strange new feelings blossoming within her.

"Ahhh..." Aurora moaned softly into the kiss, her voice trembling with a mixture of nervousness and raw desire.

Her lips clung to Riley’s, hesitant at first, but soon surrendering fully to the heat and tenderness that poured into her.

It was overwhelming—more than she had ever imagined.

With every breath, every brush of his tongue, it felt as though her soul was being lifted into a blissful heaven.

Her body responded instinctively, trembling beneath his touch.

A warmth spread through her chest, down her stomach, and into her core, where she could feel the unmistakable ache of longing building.

Her thighs pressed together, yet even that slight motion reminded her of the dampness gathering there, betraying how ready her body already was.

Their mouths moved in perfect rhythm, their salivas mingling as soft moans escaped her lips.

Each time Riley deepened the kiss, Aurora answered with a needy sound of her own, unable to hold back.

She clutched at his shoulders, holding him as if afraid that letting go would pull her out of this dream.

When Riley’s hands slid down her sides, her breath hitched.

Slowly, deliberately, he guided her legs apart, and Aurora felt her heart hammer wildly in her chest.

A shiver ran through her entire body as he pressed forward, their hips meeting.

Even though layers of clothing still separated them, she could feel it—hard, thick, and hot—pressing against the softness of her untouched body.

Aurora gasped into his mouth, her entire frame arching instinctively as if to welcome him. "Mmmhh... R-Riley..." she whimpered between kisses, her voice shaky yet full of longing.

The very thought of what lay ahead—of what would soon claim her innocence—sent her mind spinning.

Her dress bunched slightly as Riley shifted closer, grinding gently against her in a steady rhythm that sent sparks racing through her veins.

Aurora’s moans grew louder, her breath coming in shallow gasps, each movement fueling her anticipation.

She had never felt anything like this—this ache, this fire, this desperate yearning for more.

Her hands, trembling yet bold, gripped his arms as though to anchor herself.

Her body ached with need, her hips rising without thought to meet his subtle thrusts.

The fabric barrier only made her hunger stronger, for she could feel how large he was even through it.

Her imagination painted vivid pictures of what would soon happen, and the mere thought made her moan louder, her face flushed deep red.

Aurora’s entire being was caught in the moment—her heart racing, her body burning, her soul crying out for him to go further.

She knew what was coming, and though fear still lingered at the edges of her mind, it was drowned out by the intoxicating pleasure of his touch and the anticipation of what awaited her.

And of course, Riley did not disappoint.

"What—?" Aurora gasped softly, her eyes widening in shock when she felt the fabric of her dress sliding down.

In the haze of their passionate kissing, Riley’s hands had already undone the fastenings, and now the garment had pooled at her hips, leaving her bare from the waist up.

The cool night air drifted across her exposed skin, raising goosebumps and sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

Every inch of her body seemed to tremble, not from cold, but from the flood of arousal overwhelming her senses.

Her lips parted in protest, though no words came out. Her cheeks burned with heat, and her hands instinctively twitched upward, eager to cover herself.

She had never been seen this way before—so vulnerable, so completely at another’s mercy.

Riley broke the kiss then, pulling back just enough to drink in the sight before him.

His eyes lingered on her face, studying the way her flushed cheeks framed her wide, uncertain eyes.

But soon, inevitably, his gaze trailed downward.

Aurora’s breath caught in her throat.

His eyes darkened with unmistakable hunger as they fixed upon the soft swell of her breasts.

They rose and fell with every shaky breath she took, the pink tips already stiff with desire, betraying her even as she tried to shrink back.

Her embarrassment surged.

She whimpered softly and began to raise her arms to shield herself, but she wasn’t quick enough.

Riley dipped his head suddenly, catching one taut nipple between his lips before she could hide it away.

"Ohhhhhh..." Aurora’s moan escaped before she could stop it.

Her back arched helplessly as his hot mouth closed around her.

The firm pull of his lips, the teasing flick of his tongue, the wet heat that surrounded her—all of it sent jolts of pleasure racing through her body.

Her hands, which had meant to push him away, instead clutched at his shoulders, holding onto him as if she might fall apart without his support.

Her lips trembled, her eyes squeezing shut as the new sensations consumed her.

Riley didn’t stop.

He suckled firmly, rolling her sensitive bud with his tongue, then pulling back just enough to graze it with his teeth before soothing it again with slow, languid licks.

Aurora gasped at every change in rhythm, her voice rising with each moan.

Her other breast ached with neglect, the hardened peak brushing against the cool air, begging silently for attention.

Riley seemed to sense it, for his hand slid up to cup it, his thumb circling the needy nub before pinching lightly.

Aurora let out a sharp cry of pleasure, her hips shifting restlessly beneath him as heat pooled between her thighs.

"R-Riley..." she whimpered breathlessly, torn between shyness and the burning need coursing through her.

The sound of his name on her lips seemed only to drive him further.

He switched to her other breast, latching on with the same hungry excitement, his hand now kneading the one he had just abandoned.

Aurora writhed beneath him, lost in the storm of sensations.

Her body no longer felt like her own—every nerve, every thought, every cry belonged to Riley now.

The heat between her thighs only grew stronger with every kiss, every touch.

It spread through her lower belly like fire, making her body quiver uncontrollably.

Aurora could feel the dampness gathering, a slick warmth that left no doubt—she was already flooding wet down there.

Her body was betraying her innocence, answering Riley’s every move with shameless desire.

She squeezed her thighs together instinctively, but even that small motion only made her more aware of her state.

The thin barrier of fabric clung to her, soaked through, and the thought of Riley soon discovering just how ready she was made her face burn with both embarrassment and longing.