His hands squeeze mine and he smiles up at me, ridding the panic that was starting to form inside of me.
"You changed your name so that you wouldn't be found?" he asks, rubbing his thumb along the back of my hand in a comforting, soothing manner.
I nod.
"Rory was what my mum used to call me when I was younger, and Daniels is her maiden name. I needed a name that I'd remember, and one that I'd still answer to, but something that wouldn't be easy to figure out."
"Very smart idea," he muses. "How come you're telling me all of this now, darling?"
"I don't want to pretend anymore," I tell him. "You make me feel safe. When I'm here, with you, I'm like the woman I was years ago, before everything in my life changed, and because of that, I need to be real with you. I don't want you to call me Rory anymore. That's not me."
"So, what I'm hearing is that you like me?" he teases, reaching for me and pulling me towards him so that I'm standing between his legs.
"Yes, I do," I admit. "I shouldn't, but I do."
"Well, Aurora, I like you too, although I'm sure I've been very obvious about it."
His thumb strokes against my cheek as I stare at him in awe.
Hearing him say my name has my insides melting, and without thinking, I lean forward and capture his lips with mine, wanting to taste him and hopefully satiate the hunger that's been growing inside of me.
His left hand cups my face while he lightly runs the other up the side of my neck, leaving a tingling, burning trail behind.
I moan against his mouth as my stomach coils tight, and I press myself closer to him, enjoying the pleasurable shiver that runs through my body from the slightest touch.
"We should stop this, right?" he asks as his mouth moves away from mine and slowly travels down my neck.
"Wrong," I whisper, pulling his face back to mine and smashing our lips together, a heated passion overtaking me.
He chuckles against me, and I swipe my tongue against his lips, silently hinting at my next move in case he decides he wants to stop here.
His hands come down to my waist, and he willingly lets me in, deepening the kiss as he drags me against him.
My knees bump against the cushioned hospital mattress beneath him, and his thighs press against mine, trapping me in front of him as he continues his assault, dragging me into the depths of ecstasy.
He groans against my mouth before he reluctantly pulls back and the sound of our heavy panting fills the room.
"Holy sh—"
I cut him off when I push him back so he's lying across the bed, and I climb on to him, resting my knees either side of his waist and planting myself on his lap.
My eyes fall shut and my core tenses when I feel his hardened dick pressing against me.
A hoarse, strangled grunt escapes him when I roll my hips, and he brings his fisted hand to his mouth, sinking his teeth into his knuckles to keep himself quiet.
A burst of pride shoots through me when I witness how affected he is by me, so I grind down against him, purposely rubbing against his length.
We both gasp and shudder from the euphoric feeling even though there's multiple layers of clothing between us.
"Do that again," he pleads, his hands tightening around my waist. "Please."
His begging brings a wicked smile to my face, and I continue to circle my hips while simultaneously rocking back and forth as he uses his hands to help guide me.
As pleasure continues to coarse through my body, I allow myself to fall forwards so that our bodies are flush together, and I bury my face into the crook of his neck to contain the noises pouring out of my mouth.
I'm out of my mind, lost in the moment without a care in the world as I push myself closer to the edge.
Jaylen lifts his hips beneath me, matching my movements and sending shockwaves through me.
