Chapter 37

Declan

I’ve met the Energizer bunny in the form of a woman. Aurora may have been a virgin when I met her, but that body seems to crave sin.

My body shimmers with sweat and a lot of chocolate.

Tonight was damn good. I don’t regret a moment that I’ve spent alone with Aurora. I’ll catch shit for this tomorrow, but not tonight.

Pouring two drinks, I know now this bottle of wine was waiting for a reason. I had to open it tonight. That beautiful girl is the only one worthy of its vintage.

Walking back, I stop for a minute to take in the sight before me. Aurora has white fur draped around her body. Lying on the white backdrop, she looks like an angel.

I shake my head to bring myself back to the here and now. I could honestly stand here all day.

“I have some wine for you,” I say, sipping my own.

Aurora takes the glass, sipping it slowly.

“Thanks, babe,” she says appreciatively.

I shake my head. She’s adorable. Once I have a couple more pictures of her on the blanket, I’ll have my portfolio of Aurora ready. Pictures don’t lie—she’s fucking gorgeous.

Snap!

One last picture of Aurora before I print these.

I’m still hard for her. No matter how many times we’ve fucked tonight, she still keeps me hard.

I attach the camera to the computer, and it lights up, showing me how perfectly I’ve captured her beauty.

“How’s that wine?” I ask.

“The wine is delicious. I love it,” she says.

I sit down next to her so that we can scan her sexy photos. I can already see them adorning the walls of my penthouse.

The problem is, if I put them on display, I’ll never be able to invite anyone over ever again. I can’t stand the thought of someone seeing Aurora’s body the way I’ve seen it.

I chuckle to myself and know that these pictures are going to be kept under lock and key for my own private viewing pleasure.

I look over at Aurora, and she is licking the rim of her glass. Hmm. I remember similar movements on my cock not too long ago.

She looks over my shoulder at a photo of herself spread open and covered in chocolate. When I look at Aurora, I see she’s blushing.

“You look good. Look at that pussy,” I say.

Each picture that pops up makes my cock rise to action. I can’t get these out of my head.

Although if I had to choose one out of all of them, I think the one with the cum all over her face is the best.

Aurora covers her mouth.

“Oh my God! Look at this one,” Aurora says, pointing to the screen.

I look up with a smile on my face. The picture was one where Aurora’s clit was a little chocolate-covered cherry.

“Is that me? Is that really what I look like?” she asks.

Laughing, I shake my head because I’d heard that before. Working with models, it’s a common question.

Sometimes, the camera sees more than the naked eye. Most of them are in awe of the beauty they see.

With Aurora, I know the camera doesn’t see half of what I do. She’s even prettier in real life.

“Of course that’s you, baby, and you’re a fucking knockout. Get used to it.”

I refill our glasses, taking a moment to lean over and nibble her shoulder. Her skin’s a little salty from the workout, but I want more. I think, with Aurora, I will always want more.

A picture comes up that stops me immediately. I print it right away. It’s the photograph of Aurora with her face spray-painted with my cum.

“Look at this one,” I say.

“Oh God. Look how much cum is on my face!” Aurora whispers.

I hold it in my hand for a moment or two, studying the way she looks. I’m awestruck for a second. I spend my life photographing women, but this leaves me speechless.

“She’s beautiful. This girl right here. The way she has cum dripping down her cheek. She’s impossible to forget. I think that’s why I can’t stop thinking about her,” I confess.

I bet my brothers wish they could be me right now. I want to ask Aurora if she’s seen any of them since that night, but I don’t. I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that question.

“Is that how you see me? Beautiful—and with cum all over my face?” Aurora asks.

I shake my head. Why question when a man finds you attractive? I can never figure out women.

“My cum. Big difference. If it was someone else’s, maybe not,” I say, laughing.

I’m not a jealous man. A dominant one, but not jealous. Possessive but never insecure.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” I tell her. “You’re a sexual woman, one who’s just figuring that out.

“When you came to the car tonight, my cock was throbbing for you. You have the ability to make me want you, to crave you. I see an amazing woman when I look at you, Aurora. You’re someone on the cusp of finding her own place in the world. What do you see when you look in the mirror?”

I pour us both a fresh glass of wine while I wait for her response. I have a feeling that she is not as confident as she could be. Or at least, she’s not as aware of her own beauty and magnetism as I am.

Aurora picks up the picture. Her fingers move across the photo as though she’s savoring it.

“I’ve never thought this could be me. The girl in the picture is different than who I was a month ago. I knew I was attractive, but she’s…beautiful. I think that might be why I have a hard time seeing me as you see me,” Aurora says, her eyes on the picture.

I knew she would feel that way. Aurora is new to sexual explorations. A year from now, I probably won’t even recognize her.

Sure, her looks might be the same, but her soul will be changed, especially if she has me to teach her. I don’t plan on tonight being the last time we are together. I know I need more.

“That girl in the picture is perfect. Each time we’re together, she’ll grow into a woman. Not that you’re not one now, but you have so much to learn,” I say, hoping she understands.

I smile, reaching out to cup her chin, kissing her lips softly. I want her to know that she deserves to be here with me. She can make a grown man drunk with that seductive pout.

Aurora pulls back from the kiss. Our eyes are searching the other for something unknown.

“I understand. You see in me the woman I will one day be. I understand that now. I’m looking forward to this journey. Never once did I think that I would be that girl—the one in the picture. I like it, though. She’s me. She’s what you see,” Aurora says.

Aurora is a natural model. I fight the urge to grab the camera again. White fur covers her body just enough to tempt my desires.

I need to touch her once more. Reaching out, I move a single finger across her shoulder blade. My nail traces down her arm till I see chills on her flawless skin.

“I want you to take that picture home with you. Even if you don’t hang it, keep it as a reminder of tonight. You should always see yourself as I do,” I say, my voice raspy.

One more kiss between us. I can’t seem to get enough of this woman. I’m just so happy to have this night archived in my head forever.

“We should shower,” I say.

I wasn’t asking, but telling.

I reach for her proffered hand and lead her to my private suite within the studio. It’s outfitted with a shower, a full bath, and everything else a person could want. This place is my home away from home, and I’m happy to show Aurora all its ins and outs.

“You sure we’re showering to get clean, or a little dirtier?” she asks.

I laugh, shaking my head at her question. Aurora has me all figured out already.

“Well, if you’re a good girl, you’ll find out soon,” I say.

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