Chapter 105: Keeping secrets

Alyssa stepped out of the bathroom, draped in one of Dorian’s oversized bathrobes. She walked towards the vanity and stood before the mirror, drying her hair with a towel, her eyes distant and lost in thought.

Behind her, the bathroom door opened. Dorian stepped out with a towel hanging low on his hips, shaking water from his hair as he came to stand behind her.

He slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into the heat of his bare torso. Pushing her damp hair away from her neck, he lowered his head and pressed his lips firmly to her skin.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his deep voice vibrating against her neck. "So fucking beautiful."

She shuddered, a breathless whimper leaving her lips as his mouth trailed up the side of her throat to her ear. He caught her earlobe between his teeth, nibbled lightly on it, then flicked his tongue over the sensitive shell.

"Mhmmm," she moaned, her head falling back against his chest.

The belt around the robe loosened as he untied it. He slipped the fabric off her shoulders, letting it pool around her feet on the tile.

His hands left her waist, sliding up her stomach to cup her breasts. Her back arched as he pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger before squeezing the full, soft mounds in both palms.

"More," she whispered, her hands sliding up to hook tightly around the back of his neck. "Make love to me."

This hadn’t been part of Dorian’s plan. He had intended to ease her into a quiet mood with soft kisses and light caressing. But hearing that whispered plea tore through his remaining restraint.

He spun her around, grabbed her hips, and lifted her. Dropping her gently onto the vanity counter, he parted her thighs and pulled her tightly against him.

"We shouldn’t do this," he whispered, even though the thick desire in his voice betrayed him. "Dylan said you needed to rest."

"All I’ve done today is rest," she replied. "I want you, Dorian. Make me forget my thoughts, even if it’s just for a moment."

Dorian caressed her thighs, his gaze burning deeply into hers. Even as he tried to remain logical, his body betrayed him. Shadow growled just beneath the surface, itching to plunge deep inside her.

"I’ll be gentle," he whispered finally.

Her lips pulled into a soft smile. "I know you will."

The towel around his waist suddenly loosened, falling away to reveal the thick, fully erect length of his cock. Her gaze dropped south, her mouth turning instantly dry at how massive he looked. The cap already glistened with pre-cum.

She reached out, wrapped her palm around the length and stroked him slowly. Dorian trembled, his breath bursting out through clenched teeth. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as she pumped him at a slow, torturous pace.

When her rhythm picked up a notch, a savage growl ripped from his throat. He grabbed her wrist and stopped her hand, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.

"Keep up with that, and I might just lose control," he rasped.

She smiled and pulled her hand away. Her head slowly dropped backward, baring her throat to him in complete submission as her thighs opened wider.

"I need your mouth on me," she whispered.

Dorian didn’t waste another second. He dropped to his knees, groaning thickly at the sight of her–slick, wet, and glistening. Her scent drove him wild as he buried his face between her wet folds, sucking hard like a starved man.

"Mhmmm, yesss," she cried out. Her hips lifted off the vanity, grinding into his mouth as his tongue swirled and flickered mercilessly over her clit.

Each swipe pushed her closer to the edge. His lips latched around her sensitive bud, pulling it into his mouth until she was sobbing from the wild, erotic heat.

She started to clench and pulse around his lips. Just when she reached the edge of her climax, he pulled away and rose back to his feet.

He pressed his cock against her heat, moving it in a slow, torturous circle around her clit. His eyes glowed a deep, feral gold, the muscles in his jaw locked as he fought for restraint. When she couldn’t bear the tease any longer, she lifted her hips toward him.

"Dorian..." she moaned softly. "Please..."

His chest heaved as he slowly eased into her. Her inner walls closed tight around his cock, sucking him deeper into her warmth. Without warning, he gripped her hips firmly and thrust all the way in.

"Fuck!" he growled, throwing his head back wantonly. "You feel like heaven, sweetheart. So tight. So goddamn wet."

He withdrew and thrust back in, his hips grinding hard and relentless. He wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, anchoring her with one hand on her hip while the other reached up to squeeze her breast.

Each thrust hit deeper than the last, ripping cries of ecstasy from her lips. Her hips lifted to meet every plunge, her eyes locked with his as he pounded into her with raw, intense force.

The vanity shook under his rhythm. He gripped her waist with both hands, slamming harder, groaning from the sensation of being buried deep inside her.

"Dorian..." she whimpered, her eyes rolling back. "I’m cumming..."

"Cum for me, my love," he commanded huskily. "Let go."

And she did. She arched off the vanity, her moans echoing around the room as her body convulsed under his. Her walls clenched tight around his shaft with such force that he swore through his teeth.

He fucked her through her climax, thrusting wildly until a guttural growl ripped straight from his chest. He shuddered violently, calling out her name in a strangled whisper as he spilled deep inside her.

For a long moment, he hovered over her, trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving in sync with hers. Her skin was flushed, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.

He leaned down and kissed her shoulder, her throat, and finally claimed her lips. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue parted her lips to tangle sensually with hers.

When he finally pulled back, her pupils were fully dilated. He carefully lifted her in his arms and headed straight for the bathroom.

Minutes later, they emerged, clean and relaxed under the sheets. Dorian drew the blankets up to keep her warm, pulling her into his chest while one hand played lazily around the soft swell of her breast.

She snuggled into his warmth, letting out a contented sigh. "What did you want to tell me? About what Dr. Dylan said?"

Dorian ran a finger around her nipple in a slow, steady rhythm, watching it bead into a hard peak under his touch. He looked down at her and smiled gently.

"Promise you won’t freak out," he murmured.

That brought a soft laugh from her lips. "I won’t. Just tell me."

His hand on her breast stilled as his expression turned serious. He stroked her cheek, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger.

"Before I begin, I need you to promise me that you’ll keep this between us. I swore to myself that I would never keep secrets from you, but there are some things that must stay in this room. You can’t tell anyone, not even Pandora or Henna, until I’m sure it’s safe."

She looked at him and nodded. "I promise. I won’t tell anyone."

Then, in the quiet room, his voice low and gentle, Dorian told her everything he had discussed with Dr. Dylan, about her being a true, pure-blooded Hybrid.

When he finished, she remained calm. She didn’t look shocked or afraid. It was almost as if she had been waiting to hear those exact words.

"You’re not surprised," he murmured, watching her closely.

She sighed softly and shook her head. "I’m not, because a part of me already suspected I was different."

A frown furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

She raised her head and looked him dead in the eye, the atmosphere in the room turning tense.

"I’ve also been keeping a few secrets from you, Dorian."