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 ? ‘