One Last Hope

Chapter 63

⭐️“No amount of guilt can change the past and no amount of anxiety can change the future.”⭐️
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On my way to meet Drogo at the little house, I take a detour.

Nicolae is constantly on my back... and Professor Jones was super weird with me this afternoon. I feel like I'm being spied on.

Maybe I'm paranoid, but I'd rather be on the safe side...

Drogo is going to have a fit when he sees me. I've put on my best dress!

I'm not in the habit of wandering around like this in the middle of the night in high heels!

Once I get there, I realize a little ahead of the game. Good! I'll have time to calm my racing heart...

Our moments together are so rare.

I walk through the door and... surprise! Candles light up the room and soft music is coming from Drogo's phone.

He's leaning against the wall, his eyes riveted to mine. He looks like he can barely control himself.

He rushes at me and lurches toward my mouth, without giving me time to say a single word.

Everything about him drives me crazy. All the worries I've had throughout the day magically disappear.

I'm drawn into a whirlwind of pure emotion. I cling to him as he lifts me up in his arms and carries me to the couch.

We sink down and he presses his entire body against mine. His hands are all over me. The feel of his touch is going to drive me wild. I love the way he tortures me so... deliciously.

Suddenly, a slightly malicious desire crosses my mind.

As he straightens up slightly, I wave my fingers and call upon my magic. His sweater flies away and his shirt unbuttons by itself...

...and slides down his shoulders.

Drogo looks pretty amused.

Drogo: "Are you having fun?"

Nora: "And you haven't seen anything yet!"

Drogo: "You intrigue me."

Nora: "I hope so."

I grab his pendant between my fingers and pull it tight to draw him in closer.

I continue my exploration by gently sliding the garment over his muscular arms.

His body looks like it's carved out of marble. He's my very own Greek statue.

An impatient fire smoldering within me comes to life as I uncover more of his body.

Drogo: "Be good, witch!"

Nora: "Not tonight!"

I summon more of my powers and finish taking his shirt off, before throwing it down to the ground.

This shuts him up for a second. He stares at me, both surprised and excited by my little game...

I savor the curves of his muscles under my fingers and the way he reacts to my touch...

He doesn't try to hide the pleasure he feels. In fact, he feeds off it.

I can feel his hands gently rising up my thighs and under the fabric of my dress.

I hold my breath and look deep into his eyes. I can't hide the intensity of the pleasure he gives me.

With calculated slowness, he slips between my legs and presses his body to mine.