The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 57

CHAPTER 38 UNDER THE NORTHERN LIGHTS

EMBER’S POV

The path is narrow, tucked away from the main flow of guests, designed for staff to move unseen.

My heart races from the dance floor, from the decision I’ve made to leave with him, from the understanding that I’m walking toward something I don’t fully comprehend.

He opens a door. I step through.

And forget how to breathe.

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The observatory is a glass–domed room at the top of one of the resort’s towers. The ceiling is entirely transparent, showcasing the vast Alaskan sky in its entirety.

And tonight, the Northern Lights are dancing.

I’ve seen photographs. Watched videos. Read descriptions that tried to capture the phenomenon in words. None of it prepared me for this.

Ribbons of green and purple and blue ripple across the darkness like the sky itself is breathing.

The colors pulse and shift, flowing with a fluidity that seems impossible, that seems like magic made

visible.

Snow falls gently against the glass dome in large, unhurried flakes.

Below us, the frozen lake glitters under the aurora, reflecting the light back into the darkness like a mirror

made of stars.

It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I stand frozen in the center of the room, turning slowly, trying to take it all in.

Every direction shows me something new–colors shifting, light pulsing, snow continuing its gentle fall. My throat tightens with emotion too large to contain.

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Knox watches my face as I absorb it. His expression is unreadable in the otherworldly glow

n it empty tonight,” he says quietly. “Thought you might want to see them properly.

How did you know I’d want this?”

Lucky guess.”

ng lucky about it. He’s been paying attention. To me. To the small things I don’t even

myself.

has ever considered me before. Not like this.

My heart squeezes so tight it feels like my chest might crack open from the weight of it.

“Like all the emotions I’ve been stuffing down are clawing their way to the surface, demanding to be felt.

I don’t know who moves first

Maybe both of us.

But suddenly we’re kissing, and it’s soft and slow and nothing like the brutal claiming of before.

His hands cradle my face like I’m something precious. Something worth holding carefully. I melt into him, all the anger and hurt dissolving under the tenderness of his mouth.

He undresses me slowly. Reverently. His fingers work the zipper of my emerald dress with desperation, sliding the fabric down my body like he’s unwrapping something sacred.

The dress pools at my feet. The diamond collar comes next, and he sets it carefully on a nearby table, his eyes never leaving mine.

My bra. My underwear. Each piece removed with deliberate slowness, his hands skimming my skin, his breath catching when he reveals more of me.

When I’m bare before him, bathed in the glow of the aurora, he looks at me like I’m a miracle he doesn’t

deserve.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasps, like he’s offering a prayer.

He lays me down on the cushioned viewing platform beneath the glass dome, the aurora bleeding green and violet across my bare skin.

Knox drops to his knees between my thighs, spreads me wide until my muscles burn, and just stares. His eyes are black with hunger.

“Look at you,” he breathes, reverent and filthy in the same breath. “My perfect, dripping Goddessdes.”

His hands slide up my inner thighs, thumbs brushing so close to where I need him but never quite touching. The anticipation makes me whimper.

“Spread wider for me, baby. I want to take my time. Let me make up for being such an asshole today.”

I do, thighs shaking, already so wet I can feel it sliding down to my ass.

He growls low in his throat, spreads me even wider with rough hands, his thumbs digging into the soft skin of my inner thighs hard enough to leave marks tomorrow.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, watching how I’m already glistening for him. “And all mine tonight.”

He leans in, presses a kiss to my inner thigh, then another, working his way higher while I squirm.

His breath fans across my p***y and I arch, desperate, but he takes his time. Teasing. Building. When his tongue finally drags through my folds, slow and sweet and so fucking intentional, we both moan.

“Taste cu good.” he groans. “I could live between these thighs. I never want to come up for air”

Then he devours me.

His hot mouth seals over my entire p***y, tongue spearing deep inside me, curling, fucking me open while he sucks my clit with enough pressure to make my back bow off the platform.

The wet sounds are obscene, echoing under the glass donte, bouncing off the walls like we’re the only two people left in the world.

“Fuck, Ember,” he groans into me, his voice absolutely wrecked. “You taste fucking incredible. So sweet.

So wet.”

His tongue circles my clit, flicks it rapidly, then he’s sucking it into his mouth and humming, the vibration

making me cry out.

My hands fly to his hair, gripping, pulling, holding him against me.

He pulls back just enough to watch me, his chin already glistening.

“You want my fingers, baby? Want me to stretch this pretty p***y open?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”

He shoves three thick fingers inside me without warning, stretching me open, curling them viciously against that spot that makes me scream.

My hips jerk but he pins me down with one forearm across my stomach and eats me like he’s been starving for it, tongue lashing my clit, fingers pumping, knuckles slamming against my entrance with every

thrust.

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