Semua Bab Ignite me (A collection of Short Erotica): Bab 91 - Bab 100

~Aragorn~I walk through the busy city streets at night, my hoodie pulled down low, wearing black glasses as a disguise. I'm Crown Prince Aragorn, always watched by guards, but today I'm just a regular guy. Tall buildings emerge into view, towering over the market area, where sellers shout about their stuff and cars honk in the distance. The smell of street food like spicy meat and coffee hits me, but it's a figure that catches my attention.Across the street, I spot an enticing lady stepping out of a big flower shop I hadn't seen before. She moves like she owns the shop—walking gracefully. The place is big, with shelves full of green plants and colorful flowers. She's fixing up a display, her yellow dress fitting her curves just right, low at the neck to show a bit of her chest, and it flows out over her hips as she shifts. Her long, wavy blonde hair falls down her back like silk, and her skin has a healthy glow that stands out. Something about her draws me in, like a magnet, and bef

~Aragorn~ I sneak back into the palace through an old side gate that’s tucked behind thick bushes which the guards turn a blind eye to. The night has gotten cooler, and the city sounds are starting to quiet down behind me, but my head's still full of her. Daisy. It's a plain name, but it fits her, fresh and straightforward, like the way she smiled without any fake politeness. I keep my hoodie pulled low as I make my way through the dark garden paths, sticking to the shadows to avoid the security lights. Being crown prince means constant eyes on me, but tonight I needed a break from all that. Slipping out and meeting her made it feel like I was actually living for a change. As I reach the main building, one of the night guards spots me from his post. He's new, but he knows the drill—doesn't make a fuss, just nods and says, "Your Highness, the King's been asking for you. Said something about tomorrow's council meeting. Wants you there early." I pause, sighing under my breath. Dad's a

~Aragorn~ Morning light leaks through her curtains and stripes our bodies in soft gold. Daisy's half on top of me, one leg thrown over mine, her hair a tangled mess across my chest. The sheet slipped down to her waist and I can still see the faint pink marks my mouth left on her breast last night when we fucked restlessly on her bed after she asked me to stay. I should be up and gone, I have meetings to attend. But my fingertip keeps tracing the line of her spine like it has nowhere else to be. She stirs, makes this low, sleepy hum in her throat, and those hazel eyes flutter open, already sparkling with mischief.“Morning, hunk” she rasps.I flip her onto her back before the laugh even leaves her lips. “Morning, beautiful.”I kiss her slow, really slow, tasting her tongue, and sucking her lower lip into my mouth. She arches into me, hooks a leg around my hip and presses herself right against my cock. I drag my mouth down her throat, sucking that one spot that makes her breath hitch a

~Aragorn~Telling Daisy who I really am felt like stepping off a ledge and hoping she caught me. The words came out rough, half apology, half confession, and I braced for her to pull away, laugh, or fire a hundred questions about crowns and protocol. Instead she just stared at me for a long second, her expression softening. She reached up and cupped my jaw. Something locked tight inside my chest cracked open. For the first time in forever I didn’t feel like I was wearing a costume.Same night, after I’d already had her on the kitchen table—her legs spread, my mouth between them while she moaned my title like it was the filthiest thing she’d ever said—we stumbled to her bed. I laid her down slowly and kissed her everywhere: the little frown line between her brows, her closed eyelids, the pulse jumping in her throat. Down her chest, across the soft curve of her stomach. When I settled between her thighs I didn’t rush. I kissed the crease where her leg met her hip, nibbled the tender ski

~Daisy~The hotel suite is booked under a name I’ve never heard Aragorn use before—something bland and corporate like “Mr. Ellis.” When I ask him, he tells me it's his other name.Aragorn closes the door behind us with a decisive click. He’s still in the clothes he wore to pick me up. He moves through the space, his chin up like he’s stepping onto a stage he knows by heart.He turns to me. “You okay?”I nod, but my fingers are twisting the strap of my crossbody bag. “It’s… a lot of room for two people.”He smiles small, knowing. “Good. It means I can take my time with you.”Heat prickles across my collarbones. I set my bag down on the nearest chair. “So. Role-play night?”“Only if you still want it.” He steps closer, not touching yet. “We can just order room service and talk. Or watch something terrible on pay-per-view. Your call.”I look up at him. Really look. There’s a tiny crease between his brows.“I want it,” I say. “I want you like that tonight. Commanding. In control. I need…”