Chapter 104: Chapter : 104 : He Is Turned On!

Aiden stepped into the lavish chamber, his gaze immediately catching Lysandra’s. She lay beside Leona, ruffling the child’s hair, her nightgown slipping slightly over her shoulder. Heat stirred in him, a low hum of desire he carefully tucked behind calm eyes.

“Sir Aiden,” Lysandra greeted, a teasing curve to her lips. “What did they say?”

“Nothing,” he replied evenly, his eyes lingering on her just enough to make her shift under his gaze. “Don’t worry.”

He looked across the room. Arisha, Thristle, Nyxion, and Luna were already asleep, tangled together on the king-sized bed. His eyes softened, lingering on Luna’s gentle breathing.

“And Luna?” he asked quietly.

Lysandra’s expression softened, a flicker of concern passing through her eyes. “The doctor came. She’s… really pregnant. Her species seems to get very protective when carrying their mate’s child. You need to take care of her, Sir Aiden.”

A small, fond smile tugged at his lips. He glanced toward Luna and then turned back to Lysandra. Without a word, he leaned down and pressed a careful kiss to her lips, slow and deliberate.

“I’m… in the mood,” he murmured, voice low and steady.

Lysandra’s cheeks flushed, a soft giggle escaping her. “Me too.”

Aiden’s lips brushed over Lysandra’s with just enough pressure to make her breath catch, and the goblin princess’s long ears twitched at the sudden boldness. Her green skin, flushed with a darker hue around her cheeks, warmed beneath his kiss. She let out a soft, needy whimper that betrayed the playful composure she so often wore.

“Sir Aiden…” she whispered, her tone half a tease, half a plea.

He didn’t let her finish. His hand slid from her cheek down to her throat, fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone before resting against the edge of her nightgown. He tugged lightly, the silky strap slipping further from her shoulder.

The sight of her skin bared, luminous under the faint lantern glow, stirred something primal in him. He leaned in, letting his mouth linger against the curve of her neck, inhaling her faint scent of wildflowers mixed with the musk of sweat and firelight. His tongue traced her pulse, slow, deliberate, and her body shivered at the wet heat.

“Mmh~” Lysandra bit her lip to suppress the moan, but her hips shifted unconsciously toward him.

“You’re already restless,” Aiden murmured against her throat, the vibration of his words sending goosebumps across her skin.

Her hand clutched his shirt as though to anchor herself. “You shouldn’t tease me if you aren’t ready to take responsibility, Sir Aiden…” Her voice was light, but the tremor in it betrayed her hunger.

“I’m always ready to take responsibility for you, Ly.” His eyes burned into hers, and for a fleeting moment, her teasing smirk faltered into something softer, needier.

He kissed her again, this time with more insistence, lips prying hers open, tongue sliding in to claim her mouth. The kiss was wet, greedy, filled with the sharp sound of breath exchanged between them. She melted against him, her smaller frame trembling under the heat of his dominance.

His hand trailed lower, brushing the swell of her breast through the thin fabric. She gasped into his mouth, the sound muffled but desperate. He teased the curve with slow circles, then finally pressed his thumb over the hardening peak, rubbing until she arched her back against him.

“Ahhh~ Sir Aiden!” The cry slipped past her lips before she could stop it.

“Shh,” he whispered, glancing at the bed where the others slept, though his smile was dark, hungry. “Let them sleep. Right now, I want to hear you.”

Her thighs pressed together, nightgown riding up as her body betrayed her restraint. Aiden noticed instantly, his free hand slipping down to caress the smooth line of her leg, fingers sliding up, up, until he reached the bare skin of her inner thigh.

Her breath stuttered, eyes wide, half-shy and half-burning. “You… you’re not even giving me time to breathe.”

“That’s because I don’t want you to breathe,” he said simply, kissing her again, drowning her in his mouth.

His fingers brushed over the damp heat waiting beneath the hem of her gown, and Lysandra gasped so sharply her nails dug into his shoulders. He found her already soaked, her arousal betraying her playful front.

“You’re this wet already?” His tone was a low growl.

Her eyes turned away, embarrassed, ears twitching furiously. “I-I can’t help it… you keep looking at me like that, Sir Aiden.”

He slid a finger along her slick folds, coating it in her wetness before circling her most sensitive spot. She jolted, grabbing onto him as a strangled moan slipped past her lips.

Her back arched, chest pressing forward, the thin fabric clinging to the hardened peaks of her breasts. Aiden’s mouth descended, claiming one breast through the nightgown, sucking and teasing until she writhed beneath him. Her whimpers grew sharper, higher-pitched, filled with hunger she could no longer conceal.

“Sir Aiden… ahhh~” She bit her lip hard, but the sounds spilled out anyway.

He slid the gown lower, baring her completely, and his eyes devoured the sight of her green breasts, tipped with swollen nipples. He didn’t hesitate, leaning in to drag his tongue over one while his hand kneaded the other, thumb flicking the peak.

“Too sensitive,” she moaned, body twisting, but her hand pushed his head closer, betraying how much she wanted it.

Aiden growled softly, taking more of her into his mouth, sucking until she nearly screamed, her thighs rubbing together helplessly. His fingers returned between her legs, sliding into her heat with wet, lewd sounds that filled the chamber.

She was so tight around even one finger, clenching desperately as though her body wanted more, much more. He curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her eyes roll back, her hips bucking helplessly against his hand.

“Ahh! Sir Aiden—there—yes, yes, there!” Lysandra’s cries spilled free now, her restraint shattered.

He withdrew suddenly, leaving her gasping, trembling, her body begging for completion. She glared weakly at him, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. “Why… why did you stop?”

“To watch you beg for me.” His voice was low, rough with desire.

Her lips parted, chest heaving as she tried to swallow her pride. Finally, with a trembling voice, she whispered, “Please… don’t stop. I need you, Sir Aiden… please.”

He kissed her hard, devouring her surrender, his tongue claiming her mouth once more. At the same time, he slid two fingers deep inside her, thrusting hard enough to make her cry out, his palm grinding her clit in rough, hungry circles.

Her body arched violently, legs trembling, her juices spilling onto his hand as her climax hit her like a storm. She screamed into his mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks as waves of pleasure overtook her, her entire body convulsing in his arms.

When she finally collapsed against him, trembling and panting, Aiden pulled his fingers free, coated in her slick. He lifted them to his mouth, sucking them clean with deliberate hunger, his eyes locked on hers the whole time.

The sight made her shudder, heat rushing back between her thighs despite her exhaustion. She covered her face with her hands, too flustered to meet his gaze, but her muffled whimper betrayed how much it excited her.

“You taste perfect, Ly.”

She peeked through her fingers, cheeks blazing, ears twitching furiously. “You’re… you’re a cruel man, Sir Aiden…”

“Cruel?” He chuckled darkly, pulling her hands away to kiss her again, slow and deep. “No. I haven’t even started yet.”

He leaned in, kissing her again.

Aiden pulled back slightly from the kiss, letting his eyes roam over Lysandra’s flushed, trembling form. His hand stroked her hair, holding her chin so she couldn’t look away. “You’re wet, desperate, and aching for more,” he murmured, his voice low, rough with hunger. “But if you want me to give it to you… you’ll have to earn it.”

Lysandra’s breath hitched. “Earn it?” she whispered, voice trembling with excitement and need.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “You want me to touch you again, to feel me inside you? Then get on your knees and make me feel it first. Show me how much you want it.”

Her green eyes went wide for the briefest moment, a flicker of surprise—but it vanished instantly, replaced by a burning, obedient heat. Without hesitation, she sank to her knees before him, trembling but eager, hands resting on his thighs as she looked up at him with devotion that made his chest tighten.

“Yes… Sir Aiden,” she whispered, voice almost reverent. “I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want.”

Aiden’s lips curved into a dark smile. “Good girl.” He stepped slightly closer, giving her a perfect view of his growing arousal. Now, show me. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

Lysandra swallowed, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting him, teasing. The heat of him was intoxicating, and she let her hands roam his hips, holding him steady as her mouth slowly, deliberately took him deeper.

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END OF Chapter : 104 : HE IS TURNED ON!

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