Chapter 462
Chapter 462
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Owen’s fingers traced lightly over the scars on her back, his expression unreadable. In a low voice, he murmured, “Well, since you’re here, we can always disinfect and reapply it later.”
Aría lazily lifted her eyelids. The right strap of her nightgown slipped down to her elbow without her noticing, and she didn’t care. Meeting Owen’s gaze head–on, she teased, “So, am I really less attractive than my scars?”
“It’s not that. I just…” Owen started, but was cut off.
Aria seized Owen’s hand and pressed it against her chest.
Owen’s pupils dilated in shock.
Aría teased, “I touched you. Now, it’s your turn to touch me.”
He froze, not daring to move a muscle. He murmured hoarsely, “No need for this. What’s mine is yours. Touch me all you want.”
Aria smirked. “So, does that mean what’s mine is yours too?”
Owen said softly, “Uh… yours is still yours.”
“Oh,” Aria huffed, abruptly tossing his hand aside. “No touching for
Owen was at a loss for words.
Aria lowered her gaze with a playful smile and murmured, “Let me look.”
en.”
“What?” Owen held his breath and stammered, “N–no, that’s not appropriate!”
Aria crossed her arms with a scoff. “Tsk. Men.”
“You just said what’s yours was mine and I could touch you as I wished,” she teased. “Now I can’t even look?”
Owen stammered, his face flushing. “N–not there, but other parts are okay.”
Aria let her hand wander to his chest, her fingertip teasingly brushing over his skin.
Owen felt utterly mortified. Gripping her wrist tightly, he stammered, “You…”
She frowned. “Still no?”
“No,” Owen murmured.
Aria hooked her arm around him and asked with playful sincerity, “Owen, didn’t you volunteer to spend the night together? Then why is this off–limits and that forbidden?”
Pressed close, their ragged breaths tangled together, inaking it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
Owen’s lips parted hesitantly “I…”
Aria gazed at his bashful expression, moved closer, and pressed a gentle kiss to his eyelids.
Owen instinctively closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her lips as she softly whispered, “Did you prepare the… you know?”
Owen’s eyes snapped open–his stunned, bewildered expression said it all: he didn’t.
Aria took two steps back, eyeing him with mock disapproval. “Owen, is this how you prepare to serve your queen?”
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She let out an exaggerated sigh, feigning disappointment. “Seems I’ve wasted my time tonight. I shall take my leave, then.”
Aria slipped off his lap, reaching for her shoes.
One arm wrapped around her waist, and as the world spun, Aria was pulled down onto the bed.
Owen’s tall frame pinned her down. One hand braced beside her, the other pressed a finger gently to her lips. His breath hot against her ear, he murmured, “I’m about to do it.”
The words left her utterly robbed of speech.
The silken strap of her nightgown slipped off her shoulder as Owen pushed the hem higher, a wave of heat washing over her.
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Sunlight streamed into the room as Aria slowly opened her eyes. Her throat felt parched, her lips tingling with a lingering numbness, while faint traces of pleasure–pain shimmered through her body–subtle yet unmistakable.
Her head rested on an arm–she didn’t even need to look to know exactly whose it was.
Aría turned her head and found herself face–to–face with Owen’s handsome features, noticing his slightly swollen lips.
The feeling was mutual. Her lips were tingling, and Owen was in the same boat.
Her gaze dropped to his shoulder, where a ring of bite marks was hard to miss.
A jumble of memories crashed into Aria’smind, making her cheeks
Then, she quickly looked away.
Even then, she still couldn’t pinpoint which words had triggered Owen, turning him into a wild beast that nearly drove her to exhaustion.
Aria slowly sat up, only to be gently pulled back down by the arm around her waist.
Owen nuzzled closer, his voice husky with sleep. “Too early,” he murmured. “Stay a bit longer.”
His hair tickled her neck, making Aria squirm as she pushed him away playfully. “If remember right, it’s Monday. Don’t you have work?”
His leg draped over hers, pinning her calf down.
“Doesn’t matter,” he murmured lazily. “I can skip it–after all, I’m the boss. No morning work for me.”
Aria smiled. ‘So who’s the real spoiled one here?‘
