"Alex!" she cried, her voice filled with worry. She grabbed my arm and pulled up off Fabian, forcing to stand. Without hesitation, she cupped my face with both hands, her thumbs gently brushing over my split lower lip, which was still bleeding. "What happened? You’re bleeding..."
Before I could answer.
"Fabian!" an older man shouted as he rushed over. "What happened, son?" he asked, dropping to his knees to check on him. A woman in an elegant dress hurried behind him, her face filled with shock at the sight of Fabian lying there.
They were probably his parents.
"Who did this to my son?" he spoke up, looking furious, and glared at as Aria and I stood close to Fabian.
The woman, Fabian’s mother, stood frozen for a mont, one hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief as she took in the scene.
Aria stepped forward imdiately, positioning herself slightly in front of .
"I’m sure your son started everything," Aria said, stepping in to defend . "Let’s go, Alex."
Fabian’s father stood up, his face red with anger as he turned to the bodyguards. "Why didn’t you do anything?" he demanded, his voice sharp. "You’re supposed to protect him!"
The bodyguards remained silent, shifting uncomfortably. They couldn’t say anything — they had been following Fabian’s own orders not to intervene.
Aria grabbed my hand firmly and started pulling away from the scene, leading back toward the main hall. We walked past the growing crowd of guests who had co outside to see what the commotion was about.
Many of them whispered among themselves, their eyes following us with a mix of shock, curiosity, and judgnt. So older guests looked disapproving, while a few younger ones seed almost impressed by the drama.
Aria led through the main hall and up a grand staircase to the upper floor of the mansion, where a long corridor lined with elegant rooms stretched out before us.
Soon we reached a door at the end of the hallway. Aria opened it and gently led inside.
"Sit, Alex," she said softly, guiding to sit on the edge of a large, luxurious bed. It was clearly her room.
The air slled faintly of her signature perfu, elegant and intoxicating. The lighting was warm and intimate, coming from a bedside lamp and a few soft wall lights, casting a cozy glow over the space.
The bedding was plush and expensive, with personal touches like a few frad photos, a small bookshelf, and fresh flowers on the vanity.
She imdiately started rummaging through the drawers of her vanity table, searching for sothing with focused determination.
"What are you doing?" I asked, reaching out and pulling her back toward .
She looked incredibly hot tonight in her pink dress, the fabric hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her elegant curves, while the thin straps highlighted her shoulders and collarbone.
I pulled her onto my lap, my hands settling on her waist as I held her close. Even after all the drama downstairs, her presence alone was enough to arouse again.
"I’m finding the first aid kit, silly. You’re bleeding," she replied, her fingers gently touching my split lower lip. The contact stung a little, and I winced.
"Ahhh," I acted like it hurt more than it did, just to see her reaction.
"Sorry," she whispered, her eyes getting a little teary as she looked at with genuine concern.
She looked so caring and beautiful in that mont, her long black hair slightly tousled, her pink dress slightly disheveled from the earlier commotion, and her cheeks still flushed.
"Hey, it doesn’t hurt that much," I said softly, my hands sliding down to feel her curves, squeezing her waist and hips as she sat on my lap.
The warmth of her body, the softness of her thighs pressing against mine, and the way the dress rode up slightly made it hard to focus on anything else.
"I think my mom has a first aid kit in her room. I’ll be back," Aria said, standing up from my lap with clear determination.
She was so focused on taking care of that even when I tried to hold her back for a mont, she gently slipped out of my grasp.
She closed the door behind her with a soft click, leaving alone in her room.
I stood up from the bed and slowly looked around, taking in the space. Aria’s room was beautiful, elegant yet personal, with a feminine touch that perfectly suited her. The walls were a soft cream color, adorned with tasteful artwork and a few frad photographs.
A large canopy bed with luxurious white linens dominated the center, and a vanity table sat against one wall, covered with neatly arranged costics and jewelry. Tall windows overlooked the illuminated gardens, and a small seating area with a plush armchair and bookshelf gave the room a cozy feel.
The faint scent of her perfu still lingered in the air, mixing with the fresh sll of flowers from a vase on the nightstand.
I walked around slowly, admiring the details. I picked up one of the photo fras on her dresser, a picture of a younger Aria smiling brightly with her family.
Suddenly, the lights went out with a sharp electrical pop sowhere in the distance. The entire mansion plunged into darkness.
Downstairs, I heard gasps and surprised murmurs from the guests. The soft classical music that had been playing stopped abruptly, leaving only the low hum of confused voices and shuffling feet. People were whispering urgently, trying to figure out what had happened.
The room was now almost completely dark. I could barely make out the shapes of the furniture around , the faint moonlight from the windows providing the only illumination.
Then the door to her room opened slowly, and I could make out a feminine figure stepping inside.
I was glad Aria ca back, as I really wanted to hold her in my arms. I was getting turned on just by being in her room.
Without saying a word, I moved toward her quickly, turned her around in the darkness, and pulled her tightly into my arms.
Her curvy body pressed flush against mine as I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other slid up to cup her breasts from behind, squeezing them firmly through her dress she.
They felt full and soft in my hands, and I could feel her nipples hardening under my touch.
"Baby, don’t you leave in the dark like that," I whispered teasingly against her ear, my voice low and rough. "You know I was scared."
"Ahhh..." she moaned softly, the sound low and throaty in the darkness. Her voice sounded incredibly hot like this, breathy, surprised, and laced with sudden arousal.
I slid my hands down to feel her thighs, gripping the soft, thick flesh as I pulled her ass back against my hardening cock. She arched into instinctively, her body responding even before her mind could catch up.
"Feel how hard I am, baby," I said, placing her hand over my bulge.
"Ahh... please no," she said.
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