Chapter 182: something’s Different
Aurora POV
Oliver growled, a deep, animal sound that started in his chest and vibrated against my mouth. He tried to hold back, his hands firm on my waist. "Aurora... my bandages... the healers said—"
"I don’t care what they said," I snapped, my voice sounding raw and unrecognizable. I grabbed the hem of his loose shirt and yanked it up, my fingers grazing the white gauze covering his ribs. I was wild, driven by a desperate need to erase the world and just feel his touch.
"Fuck, Aurora," he breathed, his resistance snapping like a dry twig. He lifted me off my feet in one smooth motion, slamming me back against the cold, brick wall of the range. The contrast of the freezing stone against my back and his burning skin against my front made me cry out.
He didn’t waste time. His hands were everywhere—tearing at my clothes, pulling my top over my head, and unhooking my bra until my breasts spilled out. He groaned, his eyes darkening to a stormy, sea-blue as he stared at me.
"You smell so good," he rasped, his nose buried in the crook of my neck. "Like honey and something sharp... something that’s driving me insane."
He moved his mouth to my breast, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I arched my back, my fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. A loud, high-pitched moan escaped me, echoing off the concrete walls. I was wet, so incredibly wet, my juices soaking into my lace panties as I rubbed my core against his hard thigh.
"Oliver, now. Please, right now," I begged, my legs wrapping around his waist.
He let out a low, dark laugh. "So impatient, love."
He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants and pulling them down along with my underwear. He didn’t bother being gentle. He tossed them aside and guided me down until I was standing on my own shaky legs.
"Turn around," he commanded.
I obeyed instantly, my heart hammering against my ribs. I leaned over the ledge where the training pistol sat, my hands gripping the cold metal surface. I pushed my ass back, offering myself to him, my breath coming in short, needy gasps.
I heard the sound of his zipper and the heavy thud of his boots as he stepped closer. Then, I felt him. He was thick, hot, and pulsing as he brushed against my soaking folds. He didn’t just slide in; he lunged.
He drove into me in one powerful, bottoming thrust that made my vision go white. I let out a choked scream, my head falling forward as I felt every inch of him stretch me open. He was so big, so filling, and the friction against my sensitive walls was almost too much to bear.
"You’re so tight," he groaned, his hands flat against the ledge on either side of mine. "So fucking wet for me."
He started to move, his pace fast and brutal. Every time his hips slammed against my ass, it sounded like a gunshot in the silent room. Slap. Slap. Slap. I was shaking, my breasts swinging with the force of his movements, my clit rubbing against the hard edge of the ledge with every thrust.
"Yes! Like that! Don’t stop!" I wailed, my fingers clawing at the wood.
I was wild, tossing my head back and forth as he fucked me. I felt a rush of something primal, a wave of heat that started in my toes and raced toward my heart. It was a release I had never felt before—a raw, desperate hunger that only he could satisfy.
Suddenly, he pulled out, making me whimper in protest. He flipped me around and hoisted me up onto the ledge, my legs falling wide open. He stepped between them, his eyes locked onto mine.
"Look at me," he growled.
I looked up at him, my hair a mess, my lips swollen. He took his cock in his hand and lined it up, then slowly, inch by agonizing inch, he sank back inside me. I watched him enter me, the sight of his skin against my pale thighs making my core throb.
He began to fuck me again, but this time it was different. He was intentional, his thrusts deep and grinding, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with steady pressure. I was falling apart. My walls were contracting around him in frantic, pulsing waves.
"Oliver... I’m... I’m close!" I cried, my back arching off the ledge.
He pulled out and ordered, "Jump on me."
I didn’t hesitate. I jumped, and he caught me, his large hands anchoring my ass as I guided his head into my soaking heat. He didn’t go slow. He lunged upward while I sat down hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal, bottoming thrust.
I let out a choked scream, my head falling back against the wall. The sensation was overwhelming—a different kind of heat than I had ever felt. It felt like molten silver was being poured into my veins. He was so big, so filling, that I felt like I was being stretched to the point of breaking, and yet I wanted more.
"Hold on to me," he growled, his voice a guttural command.
He began to fuck me while standing, his powerful legs driving him upward while I bounced against him. Every thrust was a violent collision. My breasts slammed against his bare chest, and the sound of our skin meeting—a wet, rhythmic slap—filled the room. I felt his knots and the hard line of his shaft hitting my G-spot over and over until my vision began to blur.
"Oliver! Oh, god, Oliver!" I wailed, my fingers clawing at his back, leaving red marks across his skin.
He didn’t stop. He walked us toward the center of the range, his pace never faltering even as he carried my entire weight. The friction was building, a white-hot fire that started in my core and radiated outward. I felt a rush of something primal—the new life inside me seemed to be pulsing in time with his thrusts, a terrifying reminder of why I was doing this.
"Down," he gasped, his breath hot against my ear.
He lowered me to the concrete floor, the cold stone a shocking contrast to the fire in my blood. He sat back on his heels, pulling me over his lap. I knew what he wanted. I straddled him, my knees digging into the floor on either side of his hips. I took him in my hands, lining him up, and slowly lowered myself onto him.
I let out a long, shaky moan as I swallowed him whole. Sitting on him gave me the control, and I used it. I began to grind my hips in slow, agonizing circles, feeling every ridge and vein of him.
"You’re killing me, Aurora," he groaned, his head falling back, his neck muscles straining.
I started to ride him, my movements becoming faster, more desperate. I was bouncing on him, my internal muscles clamping around him like a vice. I leaned forward, my sweaty hair falling over my face like a veil, and captured his lips in a messy, hungry kiss. Our tongues tangled as I hammered down on him, the wet sound of our sex becoming a roar in my ears.
"I’m yours," I whispered into his mouth, my voice breaking. "Only yours."
The heat was becoming unbearable. I felt the tension building, a coil winding tighter and tighter in my lower belly. Oliver reached up, his hands gripping my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples as I increased the speed.
"That’s it, baby. Take it all," he rasped.
I was wild, my head tossing back as I chased the peak. I felt the first spark of the explosion—a sharp, electric tingle that made my walls contract in frantic waves. I let out a jagged cry, my body stiffening as the pleasure finally ripped through me. I felt stars explode behind my eyelids as I collapsed against his chest, my core pulsing around him in a long, drawn-out release.
Oliver let out a low, animal roar. He gripped my hips, his fingers bruising the skin, and gave three final, punishing thrusts. I felt him hit my womb, his heat filling me, thick and hot, as he joined me in the clouds.
We stayed like that on the floor for a long time, entangled and gasping for air. The silence of the shooting range returned, broken only by the sound of our crashing hearts. He held me so tight I could barely breathe, his face buried in my hair.
"I love you, Aurora," he murmured, his voice full of a raw, terrifying honesty.
He held me close, his forehead resting against mine.
"I don’t know what’s gotten into you today," he murmured, his thumb wiping a tear from my cheek. "But I never want it to stop."
I looked at him and felt a pang of guilt so sharp it hurt. I loved him. I loved him so much. But as I touched my stomach, I knew the truth. I had just found the strength to do what needed to be done.
