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Chapter Title: His Touch, Her Secret
Diago scooped her into his arms like she weighed nothing, gently placing her on the soft mattress as though she were something fragile—something precious. His tall, muscular frame hovered above her, his elbows holding his weight as his lips found the delicate curve of her neck.
He started kissing her there—wet, slow, intoxicating kisses that made her shiver beneath him.
Her eyes shut tight, lips slightly parted, her breath catching in her throat. She was lost in the moment, melting under his touch. Diago's kisses trailed down to her collarbone… then lower, to the swell of her chest.
His eyes darkened, taking in the sight of her with hunger he could barely hold back. Her innocence only made it worse—only made him want more.
"You have no idea what you do to me, kitten," he murmured, his voice deep and laced with desire.
His hand palmed her breast, and a soft moan escaped her lips. That sound—sweet, shy, and raw—was like music to him. His mouth closed around one of her nipples, sucking gently at first, then harder. Her body arched up toward him, needing more.
"Oh my God… Diago…" she whispered, almost breathless.
His other hand massaged her other breast, rolling her sensitive bud between his fingers. She trembled, every nerve lit up, her thighs unconsciously pressing together as her aching core begged for attention.
Wet kisses trailed lower… down her stomach, inch by slow inch. Her breath hitched.
"You smell so damn good, kitten," Diago growled, eyes hooded with want as he settled between her thighs. His index finger traced the line of her heat through her panties, watching the way her body responded, twitching with every light touch.
She whimpered, confused by the ache between her legs but unable to stop craving more.
"I'd like to know how you taste," he said, voice strained with need.
And then—his finger slid inside her slick, slippery heat. Her entire body jerked with the sensation, a loud moan tearing from her throat.
"Shit, kitten… you're so wet for daddy," he growled, sliding his fingers deeper, curling them as he moved, learning her every reaction like a map he was born to explore. His other hand returned to her breast, thumb flicking her nipple as her moans got louder, messier, more desperate.
"Kitten, open your eyes," he ordered, voice rough.
She blinked them open, locking eyes with him—and the darkness in his gaze almost undid her completely.
His fingers circled her clit, teasing, then rubbing harder, faster, as his other hand continued to pleasure her.
"Uhhh… Ahhh… Oh my God… Diago…" she cried out, her moans filling the room.
She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the sounds, but his voice stopped her cold.
"Don't hold back," he growled. "Moan for me, kitten."
The pressure was unbearable, the pleasure climbing higher and higher—until it snapped.
"Diago!!" she screamed, her whole body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her, sharp and blinding.
Her legs shook, her fingers clutching the sheets. She collapsed against the bed, completely spent, breathing hard.
But he wasn't done.
Diago leaned close, his tongue teasing her ear as his deep voice sent shivers down her spine.
"I'm not finished with you yet."
She moaned softly, her body already weak, overstimulated—but the sound of his voice made her want more.
His hands massaged her breasts again, his kisses trailing back up her throat—but then…
Something shifted.
Suddenly, the pleasure stopped.
Her breath hitched—but not in pleasure.
A strange heat rushed to her face. She blinked.
And then… she felt it.
Hot liquid.
Sliding from her nose.
Her eyes flew open in horror. Diago's face was inches from hers, but now it was filled with confusion—his hand brushing her cheek, and then freezing.
"What's wrong?" he whispered, noticing the blood.
She shot up. Panic exploded inside her. She touched her face—warm, wet blood on her fingers.
"No… no…" she whispered under her breath, bolting off the bed.
"Alora?" Diago's voice was laced with concern, but she was already rushing to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
She stared at herself in the mirror. Her nose was still bleeding. Her eyes brimmed with tears. This couldn't be happening now.
Not in front of him.
Not like this.
She grabbed a towel and wiped her face quickly. Her hands trembled.
She'd forgotten to take her medication again.
And now… her secret—the one she kept hidden from everyone, even him—was starting to show.
Her stash of pills had run out. She hadn't had time to refill it. And now her body was reminding her.
"No," she whispered, blinking back tears. "He can't see me like this…"
When she finally emerged from the bathroom, Diago was already on his feet, walking straight to her.
"What was that?" His voice was tight. "Why were you bleeding?"
She smiled quickly—too quickly. "It's nothing. Maybe something I ate. My body reacts weird sometimes."
He stared at her, not buying the lie for a second. But he didn't push—not yet.
If she didn't want to tell him… he'd wait. He'd find out eventually.
He led her back to the bed and laid beside her, pulling her into his arms.
She closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.
But Diago knew.
He could feel the tension in her body, the way her breaths came too fast, too shallow.
She wasn't sleeping.
She was hiding.
And whatever it was… it scared him.
He held her tighter.
Something was wrong with his kitten.
And he was going to find out what it was—no matter what it took.
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