𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 - 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘱𝘯

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙓𝙓𝙓𝙑𝙄

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 (𝟐/𝟐)

Note: This chapter explores mature themes and contains explicit content. Reader discretion is advised.
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The room was bathed in a soft, gentle glow, the lighting subtle and serene, creating a atmosphere that enveloped you in warmth and comfort. Thought, the atmosphere changed with something that made you feel nervous,

"Come to bed." he whispered, his voice low and husky.

The difference in Norman's voice caught you by surprise. But nonetheless, you listened. You closed the wardrobe door with a soft click, the sound echoing through the silence, and padded over to him, the carpet soft and plush beneath your bare feet. As you reached the bed, Norman's hand extended, his fingers wrapping around your arm with a gentle yet firm grasp, pulling you in with a subtle tug.

You settled between his legs, your back against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body envelop you like a cocoon. Norman's arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close, his face buried in the curve of your neck, his breath a soft whisper against your skin. His lips brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine, as he whispered, "I've missed you."

Your heart raced slightly, your body relaxing into his embrace, as you whispered back, "I've missed you too." Norman's arms tightened around you, his hold a gentle yet possessive embrace, as he held you close, his body a warm and comforting.

His hands began to wander, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your stomach , your waist, your hips. His touch was soft and soothing, yet it sent shivers down your spine, making your skin tingle with pleasure. You felt your body relax, your muscles melting into his warmth, as his lips continued to brush against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your neck.

"Norman?" You whispered his name, your voice barely audible, a soft breath of sound that seemed to hang in the air.

His hands paused, his fingers resting on the curve of your hip, as if waiting for permission to continue. He responded with a soft "Hmm?" his voice a gentle hum.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your words a soft exhalation of breath that seemed to carry all your doubts and fears.

Norman's reply was a soft whisper, his breath tickling your ear, "I just want to hold you." His hand gently swept your hair aside, exposing the curve of your neck, his fingers tracing the shape of your ear. His lips began to plant soft, gentle kisses against your skin, each touch sending shivers down your spine.

You felt your face grow warm, your breathing hitching in response, as if your body was responding to his touch without your permission. As he kissed your neck, you couldn't help but think of all the times he'd done this before. But this felt different, more intimate.

You felt your heart race, your skin tingle with pleasure, and your mind wonder what this meant. You felt yourself relax into his embrace, your body molding to his, as if you were made to fit together.

Norman's lips paused in their gentle exploration of your neck, and his fingers moved with precision to the small buttons of your pajama top. His whisper was soft, "Do you trust me?"

The question caught you off guard, and you hesitated, unsure of what to say. Your mind raced with thoughts, your heart skipping a beat as you wondered what he wanted to do.