Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 509: A Romantic Surprise The car slowed down as it approached their seaside villa. Before they arrived home, Julian signaled the driver to stop early.

Aurora looked at him, puzzled. "Julian, we're not hyet." "You wanted to see the snow, didn't you? Come, I'll show you," Julian said gently.

Aurora smiled softly and stepped out of the car with him. Outside, the world was blanketed in snow, the cold air sharp yet mesmerizing. Gone was the melancholy of autumn, replaced by a stark and serene beauty.

The trees along the roadside were heavy with snow, their branches bowed under the weight. The snowfall showed no sign of stopping, the flakes swirling endlessly in the glow of the streetlights.

As soon as Aurora stepped out, a biting wind greeted her. Clothville's temperature had dropped to ten degrees below zero-colder than New York. She exhaled into her hands for warmth, but before she could adjust, Julian slipped off his gloves and gently placed them on her hands.

Her small hands disappeared into the oversized gloves, a sensation that reminded her of wearing his shirt once-it felt strangely intimate.

Now she understood why Julian had stopped the car early. Ahead of them lay an untouched expanse of snow, pristine and shimmering under the light. The trees were adorned with twinkling fairy lights, casting a magical glow.

The scene was like something out of a fairytale-breathtakingly beautiful, even more so than the snow she'd glimpsed at the airport.

Aurora hesitated for a moment, reluctant to disturb the perfect snow with her footprints. But then, carefully, she stepped forward, leaving delicate imprints behind her.

She crouched down to touch the thick snow, grateful she'd worn snow boots. Her boots sank deeply into the snowy ground, further emphasizing the untouched purity of the scene.

She moved like a joyful sprite, the only soul in this enchanted wonderland. On the side, the twinkling lights spelled out the words: Welcback! It was Julian's way of welcoming her home-not grand or extravagant, but thoughtful and heartfelt.

This man had a way of touching her heart with the smallest gestures, effortlessly making her feel cherished. "Do you like it, Little Bunny?" Julian asked as he followed her footprints, wrapping her in his arms from behind. Snowflakes danced around them, the silence filled with a quiet romance. Aurora nodded, her voice soft. "Thank you, Julian. I love it." This villa community wasn't bustling like a busy street; it was quiet and secluded. Yet the untouched snow, with no footprints or tire marks, seemed peculiar. Aurora quickly realized: Julian must have arranged for the road to be blocked off in advance. As the owner of the development, it would have been a simple task for him.

He had gone to such lengths to preserve this perfect moment for her.

The boy she once knew-cold, distant, and aloof-had transformed into a man who was nothing short of romantic. His embrace felt warm and secure, a place where she could finally let down her guard and be her true self.

With him, she no longer needed to be strong all the time. She could lean on him, assured that he would shield her from anything that cher way. Julian had quietly becthe most important person in her life.

For a woman, nothing mattered more than a sense of security. Many married women and mothers still lacked this feeling. True security couldn't be bought with a few grand gestures-it was built over time, like spring rain nurturing the earth, gradually allowing seeds to sprout.

Julian had earned her trust through countless small acts of care. Slowly, Aurora, who had once been as guarded as a hedgehog, had withdrawn her spikes to reveal her softer side to him.

Security had changed her; it had transformed their relationship. Aurora had cto trust him completely.

"I'm glad you like it," Julian murmured, pressing a kiss to the crook of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Aurora wasn't someone who needed extravagant gifts or material wealth. Coming from a privileged background, she had never lacked for money. Expensive jewelry, cars, or mansions wouldn't move her.

What she craved were thoughtful, meaningful gestures-gifts that couldn't be measured by money but were rich in significance.

She turned in his arms, her thoughts drifting to their friends Denis and Daria. Compared to them, Aurora felt incredibly fortunate to have Julian. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his cold lips.

Their relationship was unique, a blend of youthful, innocent love and the deep, enduring bond of a long-married couple. It was harmonious and comforting.

Initially, Aurora had only intended to give Julian a quick kiss. But he held the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Snowflakes fell quietly around them, a few landing on their lips before melting from the warmth of their breaths.

This kiss conveyed all the longing Julian had felt during their tapart.

No amount of words could express how much he had missed her, but this kiss said it all. Aurora felt her knees weaken, her body melting into his embrace. It was just a kiss, yet her long-neglected body stirred in response.

For Julian, the feeling was even more intense. His desires, long suppressed, had only grown stronger since being Aun With with Aurora. Before her, he had been the epitof restraint, the cold and disciplined CEO. But with Aurora, he had transformed into a man who wore his heart on his sleeve, the warmest and most attentive lover.

Desire, once locked away like a beast, now roared to life. He couldn't hold back. Pinning her gently against a tree, his hand slid under her sweater, the coldness of his fingers making her shiver. "It'll warm up soon," he murmured shamelessly, nibbling on her earlobe.

Aurora regretted igniting this fire. She had only wanted a romantic kiss in this magical setting. How had things escalated so quickly? Though the road was sealed off and they were completely alone, the snow-covered outdoors still made her blush with embarrassment.

"Julian, not here, please. Let's go home," she pleaded softly, her face glowing under the warm yellow light of the streetlamp.

Her shy, earnest expression only fueled Julian's desire further.

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