Aurora's POV
Raymond pulled out of me with a heavy, wet sound that echoed in the quiet room. We both lay there, gasping for air, the heat of our bodies clashing with the cool night air. I was lying on my stomach, my face buried in the pillow, while Raymond lay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. I could feel the warmth of his seed leaking out of me, filling my core, and for a second, a sharp bolt of panic hit my chest.
I had let him come inside me again. This was becoming dangerous. This was the second time in a week. I'd have to find a way to get morning-after pills before the day was out. This was a risk I couldn't afford to take—not with a man I was supposed to be hunting.
I heard the rustle of clothes as he began to dress. He moved with a quiet efficiency, the sound of leather and denim filling the silence. Once he was done, he returned to the bedside and reached out, gently peeling the silk blindfold from my eyes.
