AARON
The cryptic runes were finally beginning to make sense, even though it felt like Iâd been pouring over them for an eternity. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts about the impending battle, the unification, and the dire consequences if we didnât succeed. But the truth was, it wasnât the weight of the books that was burdening me.
It was her.
Jasmine.
Sheâd been incredibly patient, allowing me to immerse myself in my work. But I couldnât shake off the memory of her scent, the soothing sound of her voice. She had this unique ability to anchor me, to pull me back to reality when I stubbornly refused to take a break.
When she walked in tonight, her robe barely concealing her body, I almost lost my concentration completely. I tried to focus on the complex runes in front of me, but my gaze kept wandering back to her. She was wearing a short robe with a nightgown underneath, her enticing legs beckoning me to touch her soft skin.
As she leaned forward to examine my findings, her nightgown rode up, revealing her perfectly round and tantalizing ass within my reach. My body reacted instinctively, my hands lightly but firmly gripping her hips. She shivered at my touch, and I couldnât suppress the primal urge that surged within me.
Only she had this effect on me, making me feel utterly powerless when she was near. Her robe parted slightly, revealing the silk nightgown underneath, causing my heart to race.
When she wrapped her legs around my waist, obstructing my view of the books, I couldnât help but smile at her clever way of making me stop. She knew I needed a break, even when I stubbornly refused to admit it.
Her legs drew me closer, and my hands found the familiar curve of her waist. I took a deep breath, letting the intoxicating scent of jasmine fill my lungs, as if I needed to etch it into my memory.
âIâve missed this so much,â I confessed.
My mind had been playing tricks on me over the past two days. The smell of leather and old books had permeated the library, and Jasmine had visited me twice during that time, her scent lingering and making it hard to concentrate even after sheâd left. I thought I could still smell her, causing me to look up, only to be disappointed by the closed door. It was my body yearning for her and my mind refusing to let me leave to see her.
But now she was here, within my reach, her scent intoxicating me. Her green eyes met mine, filled with the same longing I felt deep within me. My hand slid down to her hip, pressing her against the hardness in my pants, showing her exactly what she did to me.
My lips found hers, and her moan sent me to the brink. My hand moved to the hem of her nightgown, slowly lifting it, my fingers barely grazing her skin. Her shiver at my touch made me grunt.
My fingers found the soft skin of her full, round breasts, perfectly fitting my hand. I cupped them, and she moaned into my mouth again. My kisses trailed down to her neck, and my fingers tweaked her nipples, just the way she liked, causing her to gasp. Thatâs when I completely lost control.
I pushed the books aside, the pages of history and destiny scattering across the table, forgotten. She was all that mattered now. My hands gripped her waist as I lifted her, placing her on the edge of the table. And she, ever so bold, pulled up her nightgown, removing it completely. I was left breathless as I took in her perfection.
With a growl of desire, I claimed her lips again, more desperate than before, my need to possess her overwhelming. My kisses moved down to her breasts, savoring the taste of her skin, a taste Iâd missed so much. Her moans echoed in the library.
My hands moved to her panties, pulling them away, revealing her arousal. I made sure to start there. I gently parted her legs, pressing soft kisses along her thigh until I could taste her sweetness on my tongue. I explored her with the tip of my tongue, yearning to feel her tightness with a different part of me.
When I reached her clitoris, Jasmine squirmed under my touch, her lips releasing the most intoxicating moans. Nothing thrilled me more than bringing her pleasureâit was my own personal religion.
I took my time, not caring about anything else. She thought she was distracting me from work, but she didnât realize that work was what distracted me from her.
I continued to taste her, listening to her soft gasps of breath. I knew every inch of her body, every scent, every taste, and every signal. I knew she was close, and more importantly, I knew what she needed.
I slid a finger inside her, feeling her adjust to my touch. I withdrew it only to insert two, finding her G-spot and massaging it while my tongue never ceased its exploration. And then, she surrendered.
Jasmineâs perfect body shuddered under my touch, under my control. She moaned loudly, a sound I wanted these walls to echo.
When her body began to recover, I stood up, licking my lips. What happened next took me by surprise. Jasmine took my hand, looking at my fingers glistening with her juices. She brought them to her mouth, her full lips wrapping around them, tasting herself.
It was the sexiest damn thing Iâd ever seen.
âDo you taste how sweet you are?â I asked, my voice coming out thick and husky, barely above a whisper.
My cock throbbed, and I couldnât suppress the groan that escaped me.
Jasmine smirked.
In the next moment, I pulled her body against mine again. Jasmine quickly wrapped her legs around my hips, her lips meeting mine.
I could taste her as our tongues danced together, and if that wasnât heaven, I didnât know what was. I lifted her off the table, carrying her to the nearby sofa.
I held her there while her fingers quickly unbuttoned my shirt. I helped her undress me, first the shirt and then the pants. When my cock was finally free, I felt relief at no longer having the restrictive fabric against it, but soon the relief was replaced by the pleasure of feeling her hands around me.
Jasmineâs green eyes, filled with desire, closed as she positioned me at her entrance. My tip slipped through her wetness, making me grunt.
I pushed my hips forward slowly, penetrating her gradually, savoring every second and every inch. She was tight, and I moved slowly, waiting for her to adjust to me. But I knew that when I stimulated her clitoris, her walls tightened around my cock, and thatâs exactly what I did. I thrust while stimulating her, making her moan with each breath.
My pleasure escalated to the point where it was almost unbearable. And when she let out a loud, high-pitched cry of pleasure, her body contracting and convulsing again, it was my undoing.
I came with her, collapsing beside her afterward.
We fell together onto the sofa, her body melding into mine, our breathing slowly synchronizing. My fingers traced through her silky hair, soothing her until her eyelids grew heavy.
Watching her drift off, the most perfect beingâmy mateâsleeping peacefully against my chest made my heart swell. I couldâve stayed there forever, but I wanted her to rest more comfortably.
Gently, I picked her up, cradling her close as I carried her to the bedroom. Erik and Sebastian were already there, both lost in their dreams, their presence filling the room with a sense of unity and calm.
I laid Jasmine down gently at the edge of the bed, then slipped in beside her. The moment my head hit the pillow, the warmth of her beside me lulled me back to sleepâher presence comforting me more than anything else in the world.