Chapter 21: S1 Hidden: The Invitation

Aden Clarkson

He rocks his muscular frame forward, brushing his erect penis against her opening, and she quivers against him. When he repeats the motion, she wraps her legs around his waist, then grinds her hips upward to meet him.

A wave of magic buzzes between their bodies, making his skin feel electrified, refreshed.

"Mmm . . ." The moan, as soft as a fleeting breeze, blows warm air across his neck.

An image of Sophia in the red gown flows through his thoughts. Something about the remembered dream feels more like a memory than a figment of her innovative imagination. It's as if he's encountered the moment prior in time - a Deja vu.

"Are you sure about this?" He holds her gaze, peering into her bright eyes.

She nods. "I am."

He tilts her head to the side, taking in the delicate angles of her face. At the curve of her jawline, where her pulse is strongest, he leaves a trail of kisses across her shivering flesh.