Chapter 41: Behind Closed Doors.

Aurora’s POV

I entered his car and helped myself to the fasten my seatbelt. I didn’t expect we could do something so naughty in a public place, but I kinda enjoyed myself because I loved Leonardo and he was everything to me.

As I leaned back, the soft hum of the engine started, a low, comforting purr that seemed to match the thrill bubbling inside me. Leonardo shot me a mischievous smile, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. His gaze flicked over to me, eyes filled with that familiar spark that made my heart race.

"So," he murmured, glancing around as if making sure no one was watching. "You think you can keep up with a little adventure tonight?"

I raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smile. "With you? Always."

He grinned, reaching over to brush a stray lock of hair from my face, his fingertips lingering on my cheek just a little longer than necessary. The warmth of his touch spread through me, leaving a trail of tingling excitement.

As he pulled out onto the main road, the city lights blurred around us, a cascade of reds, yellows, and whites dancing through the night. I lost myself in the moment, watching him as he drove, so focused yet relaxed, his presence filling every inch of the car with an intoxicating energy.

Before I could say anything, he turned to me, his hand sliding from the gear shift to rest on my knee. His thumb drew slow, lazy circles, sending a spark through me. The thrill was unmistakable; he had that effect on me—always had, probably always would.

After a while, we arrived at the place he’d planned for us to spend the night. I glanced out the window, taking in the building that loomed before us, its warm lights glowing softly in the dark.

"Do you think Alpha John will wonder where we are?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "We’ve never stayed out overnight before."

Leonardo chuckled, a low, reassuring sound that sent a ripple of calm through me. “Let him wonder,” he replied, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “Tonight is just for us.”

I felt a surge of warmth at his words, his fingers entwined with mine in a way that made me feel safe, cherished.

As we stepped out of the car and walked toward the entrance, I could feel the weight of the day melting away, replaced by a sense of excitement and a touch of rebellion.

The hotel lobby was quiet and serene, and as Leonardo checked us in, he gave me that smile again—the one that said he was just as excited as I was. Moments later, he guided me toward the elevator, his hand resting lightly on my back.

As the doors slid closed and we were enveloped in silence, he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “I’ve been looking forward to this night for a long time,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that made my heart race.

I looked up at him, smiling. “Me too.”

My legs felt like jelly as he gave me that heart-stopping smile. We stepped into the hotel room, and he quietly closed the door behind us.

I let my bag slip from my shoulder and sat on the edge of the bed, while Leonardo settled into the chair across from me, his gaze lingering on me in that way that made my skin tingle.

Unconsciously, I sat with my thighs slightly parted, momentarily forgetting I was still in a short skirt.

Leonardo hadn’t missed it. His eyes traveled over me, lingering on my legs, and I could feel the heat in his gaze like a gentle, electric caress. A charged silence stretched between us, thick with anticipation.

After a moment, he broke the quiet with a casual question, though his expression betrayed his intent. “Are you good at sports?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Depends on what you mean,” I replied, fully aware of where his eyes were lingering.

He tilted his head, his smile growing mischievous. “How would you feel about a little challenge?”

I swallowed, my heart beating faster. “Like… we play a game, and the winner takes all?”

His smile deepened, as if he’d been waiting for exactly that answer. “Winner’s choice of anything he… or she wants. Sound fair?”

I tried to sound bold, even as my pulse quickened. “Right,” I said, holding his gaze. “You’re on.”

“Perfect,” he murmured, his eyes twinkling with excitement. He pushed himself up from the chair and crossed the room, sitting beside me on the bed, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

“So, what kind of game are we talking about?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He leaned in, his hand lightly tracing my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. “Something fun. Something challenging.” His lips quirked into a playful smirk. “Maybe something where neither of us can resist winning.”


I took a steadying breath, my mind racing with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Leonardo was close enough that I could feel his warmth, his presence as magnetic as ever. He tilted his head, watching me with that intense gaze that made it nearly impossible to think straight.

"So," he murmured, his voice low, "how about a classic game of truth or dare?"

I couldn’t help but laugh, even as my pulse raced. "Truth or dare? Isn't that a little... middle school?"

He grinned, his eyes dancing. "Maybe. But I think you'll find it can be a lot more interesting with the right person."

I bit my lip, considering. "Alright," I said, folding my arms, a spark of challenge in my eyes. "Truth or dare, then. But you go first."

Leonardo looked pleased, like he’d been hoping I’d say that. "Fine by me." He shifted on the bed, leaning back on one arm. "Dare," he said confidently.

My mind whirled with possibilities, but I kept it simple, wanting to test the waters. "I dare you to… tell me something no one else knows about you."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Thought you might pick truth for me with a dare like that," he teased, but then his expression softened as he considered the question. "Alright, something no one else knows…"

For a moment, his eyes grew serious. "There’s this spot near the cliffs, where I go sometimes," he said quietly. "It’s my place to think, to just… get away from it all. I haven’t told anyone about it because it feels like mine." His gaze softened as he looked at me. "But I think I’d like to take you there sometime."

My heart skipped a beat, his words lingering in the air between us. He had let me into a private part of himself, and I felt a warmth that went beyond the thrill of our game.

"Your turn," he said, breaking the silence with a small, playful smile. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," I replied without hesitation, feeling emboldened.

He leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I dare you to tell me what you’ve been thinking about since we walked into this room."

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks, but I held his gaze, deciding not to shy away. "I’ve been thinking about what it would feel like if you kissed me," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

For a long moment, he didn’t say a word. He just looked at me, the playfulness in his eyes replaced by something deeper, something that sent a thrill down my spine.

Then, finally, he closed the distance between us, his hand lifting to gently cup my face. His thumb brushed my cheek as his lips met mine, soft at first, exploring, before deepening into something that spoke of all the unspoken words between us. It was as if everything we’d been holding back had finally found a way to surface.

His hands slid gently but unhurriedly towards my inner thigh. His practised hands slipped beneath the short skirt to meet at that place which was already tingling.

I had no intention of stopping him and so I lifted my bottom off the bed and spread my legs wide for him to gain entrance.

His hands continue to explore my body with no barrier. I shuddered with unaccustomed desire as his sensitive fingers played wicked games.

Parting the lips he found the clit bidding a moist welcome to further ministrations.
I arched my body, moving forwards so that his probing
fingers found an easy entrance.

When Leonardo stood up he looked decidedly uncomfortable. For a moment I thought something was wrong, but later realized why and so I helped him disengage the trapped member.

When it sprang to view I realized the source of his discomfort. Proud and splendid.

Leonardo learned the sensitivity of each nipple as they hardened in turn to the attention of his warm, but urgent, lips.

I, in turn, was fascinated by the thrusting insistence of his manhood as he pushed against me.

As I said Leonardo was big, hugely, wonderfully big and my body couldn’t wait to devour his throbbing shaft.

The fire in my loins would only be doused by the coupling that deep feeling of completeness which only maximum penetration would provide.

Pushing him down on the bed I pressed myself against him. The salt, sweaty, man smell of him fanned the further flames of my desire.

I sent my lips on a journey, along the path which took the taste of him across the fur
covered belly to rest against the hardness of his rampant cock.

Taking the sac beneath in both hands I gently massaged. Leonardo grunted his approval.
My tongue lightly ran the length of his twitching rod, as I licked my way around and up over its demanding head.

It was when I took the salty head in my mouth, moving my lips up and down, that I realized how near Leonardo was to completion. If Leonardo ever entertained thoughts that this was to be his prize, then he was certainly not prepared for what
happened next.

Standing astride him I lowered myself down upon his eager shaft. His eyes glazed. All resistance gone. I guided his stiff penis past the moist welcoming lips deep, so deep
inside me.

Then I thrust my body down hard and immediately became totally impaled.

If Leonardo was momentarily stunned by my sexual mastery he soon recovered.

Grabbing my bottom he pulled my body down further upon his plunging tool. Shrieks of protest arose from the tortured frame of the bed.

I came as well as Leonardo came. For a few moments, everything felt perfect, our heartbeats matching as we held each other close.

I felt a quiet sense of belonging, knowing he was mine, and I was his in a way words couldn’t describe.

Afterward, as we lay wrapped in each other’s arms, he gently stroked my hair. “I never want this to end,” he whispered, and I knew he meant it.

In that quiet moment, I felt a rare, deep connection, like he could see right into my heart. As we drifted into silence, I held him a little tighter, feeling that we could face just anything together.



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