Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 512: The Feeling of Home

They say mixed-race people are often stunningly attractive. Asher was one such man. Aurora silently thanked her past self for being so consumed by revenge that she had overlooked Asher's striking appearance.

During the years they lived and worked together, she truly never paid attention to his looks. When she first met him, she had been at her lowest point, a time when she was so desperate that thoughts of suicide haunted her. In such a state, noticing the appearance of the man beside her was the last thing on her mind. Later, he gave her the strength to live again.

Together, they started a business. Most of the time, they were constantly on the move, so busy they barely had time to eat. This was how her stomach problems had taken root. In such circumstances, she had no room for thoughts beyond revenge.

Aurora couldn't help but wonder how things might have turned out if she had met Asher in a different setting-if she had no hatred in her heart and no need to worry about where her next meal would come from. In such a scenario, she thought, she might have fallen for him. After all, isn't it said that people think of love when their basic needs are met?

Asher was already extraordinarily handsome, but Julian-Julian's looks were in no way inferior. His tall, perfectly proportioned physique rivaled that of a male model. He was neither too thin nor too bulky, and his skin was far better than most men's.

There wasn't a blemish on his face. If Aurora hadn't lived with him and seen that he only used basic facial cleanser and lotion, she might have thought he spent his days meticulously caring for his skin. His sharp, sculpted features gave him a breathtaking appearance.

Looking at such a flawless man, Aurora often wondered what good deeds she'd done in her past life to deserve meeting him in this one.

"What are you thinking about? So lost in thought?" Julian's voice snapped her back to reality. By the time she realized it, he had already stripped and stepped into the water. The water level rose steadily as he entered.

Her gaze inadvertently fell upon his most private area. Aurora couldn't help but think he was a monster-even that part of him was larger than most men's.

Though her only sexual experience was with Julian, she had seen some adult films before. Even those actors, who were already above average, paled in comparison to him. The first time she saw him, she had been genuinely startled.

and her eyes misty with uncertainty. His heart stirred. He leaned down and kissed

back to her senses, shaking off her wandering thoughts. Was she losing

neck, and soon enough, her body

pushed against his chest, her voice carrying a hint of resistance, though her actions

I want to eat is you." Julian nibbled on her earlobe, his tongue lightly

surface of the water rippled wildly under his movements. Intimate sounds filled the bathroom, making her

long time since they'd last been intimate, and her heightened emotions had made her unusually responsive. Her

lapping around her. Her flushed face reflected the satisfaction of post-intimacy, a

eyelids growing heavy, her exhaustion pulling her towards sleep. "Young Master, Madam, dinner

child caught misbehaving. "What are you so afraid of? The butler is a man-he understands," Julian said as

redder. "You're

grin. He stood up unabashedly, his physique on

enough. I've missed you so much that every part of me aches for you. Tonight, I'll make sure you feel it thoroughly," he said with a wicked smile,

would be a luxury tonight. For him, what had been an intense and exhausting

warm pajamas and headed downstairs. Mrs. Hill was busy in the kitchen, preparing a feast, while the butler had already set

giving the furniture a soft, golden sheen. Aurora watched Mrs. Hill's bustling figure and felt a sense of home in every corner

favorite childhood