The Traps of Black Swan

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His scorching hot kisses were relentless, leaving her breathless and dizzy. His lips trailed down her lips, letting her catch breath just to return and invade her sweet mouth and savor her delicious lips.

Her fingers entwined with his hair. She shuddered when he left a wet hot kiss at the hollow of her neck and sucked her sensitive skin.

He was punishing her for tempting him every time and now with her words which snapped his control. Yet, his heart betrayed his body, and all he could have for her was boundless affection and tenderness.

Leaving a bright red mark on her skin, he lifted his head and met her hazy gaze. Her hooded eyes shifted to his lips, and her hands glided down to his face.

She wanted more. More of his warmth, more of his love that she could feel by his touch.

Before she could pull him down, he placed a finger against her lips, pausing her in action. The tips of his fingers brushed the hair away from her face saying, "Slow, Sweetheart..." His voice, heavily laced with desire, came out like a whisper on her ears.

"Savor each moment." His deep magnetic voice controlled her heartbeats.

He didn't want to get it over with it. He can be as gentle or as rough as she wants, but not for their first. He wanted her to relish their moments, feel loved. That could erase each of her bad memories, replacing them with theirs. That could ease any fear she had before.

Lost in his eyes, the warm tingling feeling under his mere touch, all she knew was she trusts him, and he would never think of hurting her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck when he dipped his head for another passionate kiss. While his hand started to move on her curves over her dress.

Aarvi bit back her moan and tilted her head back instinctively to give him access to her slender neck. His warm breath fanned her skin skillfully, nibbling and leaving wet trails on her throat.

She knew it was just the beginning, but she felt her body warming up under his tease. Her heartbeats rapidly raised in her ribs, and her chest heaved against his chest, making her hopelessly flush red.

She smelled of fresh flowers and lavender. Inhaling her intoxicating scent, Aaron bit the crook of her neck, causing her to tremble under him. He was slowly losing his senses yet focused on her response of quivering body and the muffled whimpers in pleasure.

Sensing no reluctance from her, he licked, making her tremble, and sucked the same spot, leaving another mark below her ear while he gave a firm squeeze to her bosom.

Aarvi grabbed his hair tight and bit her lip without letting her voice move out of her throat. Her dress layer failed to shield from his big warm palm that cupped her bosoms and gave another squeeze.

She let out a gasp when his slender fingers traveled down to her legs. Aaron captured her lips again while his hand that had slipped her dress caressed the bare skin of her waist.

He was fascinated by how sensitive she was that a slight brush of his fingers gave her overwhelming emotions.

Aarvi felt a hot tingling sensation where ever he was touching her. She was muddled without being able to think. Fire pooling low in their abdomen, her heart went weak, dropping off all her defenses and melted to his touches.

She let out a sweet moan against his lips without knowing if she was trying to push him away or pulling him closer.

Aaron groaned when she nipped his lower lip, and her fingernails dug into his arm.

His hand shifted to her back, lifting her up from the bed. As his hand moved up her spine under her dress, Aarvi clung to him. She trembled when a cold air brush down her spine as the zip of her dress was undone.

Aaron pulled off her dress in a swift move and tossed it away. Sitting on his lap, Aarvi's lowering hands froze in the air when it hit her slowly that she was sitting in just lingerie while Aaron tossed his shirt off.

She felt her whole face burning under his smoldering gaze filled with a dark hunger. Her mouth felt dry, causing her to gulp nervously, her heavy breath turned irregular, and her heart pounded harder than ever.

He couldn't stop his eyes from moving down her little flushed face. He had imagined her to have drool-worthy curves, but she was just breathtakingly mesmerizing sitting on his lap in her black lace lingerie barely covering her.

He subconsciously brushed on her left chest, where he couldn't make out any mark left due to the surgery.

Aarvi shrunk under his unthinking touch. She was trying to slip off him but found herself crushed against his bare chest with his big, warm palm on her back.

"Should I stop?" His heavy voice with a thick layer of his self-control sent shivers down her spine. He gently pecked on her shoulder, trying to calm his body. She had no idea how much effect she had on him.

Aarvi flinched at his hot breath against her neck. His muscular bergamot scent raided her nose, making her feel drunk. While her bare skin was brushing against the smooth, firm texture of his skin, making her crave to touch him.

Her breathy response came in as a surprise to her, "N-No..." She wanted him to continue.

The next second, her shoulders jerked when he snapped her upper garment. She felt her back crush on the soft mattress. He went on top of her and claiming her lips.

Her hands snaked around him, and he groaned in pleasure when her cold fingers ran down his spine. She kissed him back with the same hunger arousing both of them to the height.

His hands roamed on her body, hooked to the smoothness of her skin, her sensual moans in pleasure, trembling body under him, taste of her lips. She was becoming his physical necessity showing no mercy to his body.

His lips prepped kisses on her soft mounds gazing at her lost in pleasure. He flicked his tongue over her pink erected bud, and a deep, pleasured moan slipped her lips. Her fingers tightened on his hair.

"Aaron...." She cried out in pleasure when his mouth caught her nipple, and his hand kneaded her other mound.