Chapter 153 part 6
**Avery**
He helped me to my feet. He pulled me close. “I love you, Avery. I will always love every part of you.” We shared a tender kiss before we got dressed, and he carried me back to the others.
The crackling campfire casts flickering shadows across Conner’s face, his bright blue eyes lost in thought as he stares into the dancing flames. His broad shoulders are relaxed, but there’s a tension in the way he sits, a quiet distance that’s grown between us in recent weeks. I watch him from the edge of the firelight, my heart aching with the knowledge that something has shifted between us. Tonight, I’m determined to bridge that gap, to remind him—and myself—of what we mean to each other.
I step into the circle of light, the warmth of the fire brushing against my skin. Conner’s gaze lifts to meet mine, and for a moment, I see the flicker of recognition, of desire, before his expression settles into something guarded. “Conner,” I say, my voice soft but steady. “Can we talk? Somewhere private?”
He hesitates, his eyes searching mine as if looking for a hidden motive. But I keep my expression open, vulnerable, and after a long moment, he nods. “Of course,” he says, his voice deep and smooth, though there’s a hint of wariness in it.
We leave the campfire behind, stepping into the mystical forest that surrounds our camp. The trees loom tall and ancient, their branches swaying gently in the night breeze. I feel a sense of peace wash over me. This forest was dangerous for us, but after fighting the darkness, it feels like a sanctuary, a place where the weight of our responsibilities seems to lift, if only for a little while. Conner walks beside me, his presence both familiar and distant. I reach out, my fingers brushing his, and he stiffens slightly before relaxing into the touch. “This way,” I murmur, leading him deeper into the woods.
We find a secluded clearing, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the canopy above. The ground is soft with moss, and I can feel the energy of the forest humming around us. I turn to face Conner, my heart pounding in my chest. “Conner,” I begin, my voice trembling slightly, “I know things have been… different between us lately. But I want you to know how much you mean to me. How much we mean to me.”
His eyes search mine, and I see the conflict playing across his features. “Avery,” he starts, his voice cautious, “I—”
I step closer, cutting him off with a gentle touch to his lips. “Let me show you,” I whisper, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. His breath hitches, and for a moment, I see the walls he’s built around himself begin to crumble. He pulls me closer, his hands resting on my hips, and I feel the heat of his body against mine. The tension between us shifts, morphing into something raw and primal.
I press my lips to his, the kiss hungry and desperate. Conner responds with equal fervor, his hands moving to my waist, pulling me tighter against him. I can feel the hardness of his body, the strength of his muscles, and it sends a shiver of desire through me. My hands slide up his chest, tracing the contours of his athletic build, before slipping under his leather jacket. His skin is warm beneath my fingertips, and I feel him shudder as I explore the lean muscles of his torso. He groans softly into my mouth, his hands moving to the laces of my gown, tugging them loose with practiced ease.
The fabric falls away, pooling at my feet, leaving me bare but for my dragon-scale jewelry. Conner’s gaze rakes over me, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re breathtaking,” he murmurs, his voice thick with want.
“You’re pretty cute too,” I tease, my fingers tracing the edges of his jacket. He shrugs it off, letting it fall to the ground, and I drink in the sight of him. His broad shoulders, the lean muscles of his chest, the way his hair falls messily over his forehead—he’s every bit as striking as I remember.
I push him back until he’s leaning against a tree, his hands gripping my hips as I press myself against him. My breasts brush against his chest, and I feel his breath quicken. “Avery,” he groans, his hands moving to my thighs, lifting me until I’m straddling him.
I grind against him, feeling the hardness of his cock through his pants. His hands slide up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls me down for another kiss. Our lips move in sync, our tongues tangling in a rhythm that feels both familiar and exhilaratingly new.
I break the kiss, my breath coming in short gasps. “I need you, Conner,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with need.
His eyes lock onto mine, and I see the same hunger reflected there. “I’m yours,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
He reaches down, his fingers deftly unfastening his pants, and I help him push them down his legs. His cock springs free, thick and hard, and I waste no time in wrapping my hand around it, stroking him slowly. Conner hisses, his head falling back against the tree, and I smile against his neck, my lips brushing his skin.
“Not yet,” I murmur, teasing him with light touches. I sink down, my mouth hovering just above his cock, and I feel him tremble with anticipation. With a slow, deliberate motion, I take him into my mouth, my lips closing around the head as I begin to move.
Conner groans, his hands tangling in my hair, guiding me as I suck him deep. I move my mouth up and down, my tongue swirling around the tip, and I feel him thrusting into me, his control slipping. “Avery,” he warns, his voice tight, “I’m close.”
I pull away, my lips glistening, and smile up at him. “Not yet,” I repeat, standing on my toes to kiss him again.
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