Divorced and Chased by My Alpha Billionaire Ex-Husband -
Chapter 66: Aurora’s Heat
Chapter 66: Aurora’s Heat
Aurora’s glass lay empty, the sparkling water drained in mere minutes.
The evening’s din surrounded her – laughter, clinking glasses, and muted conversations – yet she felt somewhat disconnected, as if floating above the scene.
Something nagged at her, an unsettling sense of unease.
Then, without warning, a wave of heat swept through her body. Her skin prickled, her breath caught in short gasps.
The dizziness hit her hard, and she instinctively reached for a railing to steady herself.
She needed to leave—right now.
Something wasn’t right.
Her mind felt clouded, unable to process clearly, but her instincts screamed to get out of the rooftop and away from whatever was happening.
With shaky legs, she made her way toward the exit, her fingers fumbling uselessly over the elevator buttons.
Unable to wait for the lift, she took the stairs, gripping the railing as she descended slowly, each step feeling heavier than the last.
Her thoughts swirled—What’s happening to me?—as her vision blurred, and all she could focus on was the overwhelming heat consuming her.
Halfway down the stairs, she stopped, panting.
And then, from the shadows, Julia stepped into view. Her smirk was sharp and cutting, a cruel glint in her eyes as she watched Aurora’s struggle.
Aurora, still burning with the unnatural heat coursing through her veins, glared at Julia, suspicion dawning on her.
"What... did you do to me?" Aurora’s voice came out strained.
Julia took a step closer, her smile widening. "By tomorrow morning, it’ll be you asking yourself, ’What have I done?’"
Julia tilted her head, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "This is what you get for pouring wastewater on me, Aurora."
Aurora’s heart sank as she realized that Julia had orchestrated this. But before she could even attempt to move or fight back, Julia snapped her fingers, and a large, rugged man appeared from behind her.
Aurora tried to resist as he approached, but her body betrayed her, the dizziness making her movements sluggish and uncoordinated.
The man grabbed her roughly by the arm, dragging her down the remaining stairs.
Aurora struggled, but the heat, the dizziness—it was all too much.
She barely registered the door to room 203 as the man pushed her inside, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it with a sharp click.
Disoriented, Aurora stumbled to the door, banging her fists weakly against it.
"Let me out!" she cried, but the response was only silence.
The heat was intensifying now, crawling over her skin like flames.
She turned, backing away from the door just as it opened.
The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls.
A figure stepped inside, and the door closed behind them with a soft thud.
Aurora’s breath caught in her throat as the silhouette of a man became clearer, slowly advancing toward her.
Panic surged, but so did the strange desire that had been overtaking her thoughts.
She tried to fight it—tried to regain control—but it was slipping away.
Her legs hit the bed, and she stumbled backwards, reaching out for the bedside lamp in a desperate attempt to defend herself.
The man moved faster, grabbing her wrist before she could swing it, and in one swift motion, he turned on the lamp.
The room flooded with light, and Aurora’s fear evaporated the moment she saw his face.
"Lucas?" she whispered, her voice shaky but filled with relief.
Lucas stood there, confusion written across his face.
"What’s going on? Why are you in my hotel room?" he asked, his tone sharp with concern.
Aurora opened her mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come.
Her body felt impossibly light, and the heat—oh, the heat—was all she could focus on.
She touched her forehead, trying to shake it off, trying to fight the pull, but it was overwhelming.
Lucas stepped closer, his brows furrowed as he took in her disoriented state.
"Aurora, what’s wrong?" he asked softly, his voice laced with worry.
He leaned in, and that’s when he smelled it.
She didn’t smell like herself—there was something different, something wild.
His eyes widened in sudden realization, his heart pounding as the truth hit him. "Aurora..."
Before Lucas could say another word, Aurora closed the distance between them, her lips crashing against his.
"Don’t speak," she whispered against his mouth, her breath hot and urgent. "I need this."
It was raw, unrestrained, her desire igniting a fire between them that neither could control.
Her body pressed against his, demanding, her need so fierce it overwhelmed him.
He stiffened for a moment, caught off guard, but the scent—the unmistakable scent of her heat—washed over him, drowning out everything else.
It consumed him, seeping into every part of him until he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—he could only want.
His arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer, tighter, until there was no space left between them.
His body reacted before his mind had a chance to catch up, driven by something wild, something that spoke to the core of who he was.
Aurora pulled back slightly, her lips swollen from the kiss, her breath ragged.
Her eyes, dark with desire, locked onto his, a teasing smile curving her lips.
"Careful," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, every word dripping with need. "I’m more fragile than I used to be."
Lucas’s gaze softened, the reminder of her pregnancy grounding him for a brief moment.
His breath hitched as he absorbed her words.
"I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I won’t hurt you."
But even then, the desire between them was impossible to ignore.
His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her soft skin, before he leaned in to kiss her again.
This time, it was slower, more deliberate, as if he was savouring every moment, every taste of her.
"You feel different," Lucas muttered against her lips, his hand sliding down her body, exploring her curves, pausing as he felt the gentle swell of her belly beneath his palm.
"Everything’s different," Aurora breathed, her voice breaking with emotion. "But not this... not us."
She was carrying his child, and yet, she was still his—still the woman who drove him mad with desire.
His fingers traced the outline of her body, lingering on her hips, before sliding down her thighs.
Aurora moaned softly against his lips, the sound sending a rush of heat straight to his core.
"Aurora," he groaned, pulling back just enough to look at her, to take her in—the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the way her body seemed to glow under the soft light.
She was radiant, beautiful in a way that made his heart ache.
"You’re beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
His hand caressed her jaw, his thumb brushing over her lips. "So beautiful."
Aurora’s smile widened, her hands sliding up to cup his face.
She pulled him down again, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Then show me."
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