[Content Warning – Mature Themes | Chapters 25–28]
The following chapters (25 to 28) contain mature content, including scenes of an explicit sexual nature intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.
These chapters explore complex emotional dynamics, intimacy, and the blurred lines between want and need. If you are uncomfortable with explicit content or are under the age of 18, please consider skipping these chapters.
I smiled wickedly against his lips, feeling the way his body tensed beneath my touch.
Slowly, deliberately, I slid my hand down, massaging his heavy balls — feeling the way he twitched inside me at the same time.
A deep, guttural groan escaped Aurelius, so raw and primal it made heat flood between my legs all over again.
"You're playing a dangerous game, little one," he warned, his voice a growl against my throat.
I smirked, brushing my fingers even more boldly, teasing him — daring him.
And then — he snapped.
With a vicious snarl, he gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and slammed into me with a force that knocked the air from my lungs.
Over and over, deeper, rougher — each brutal thrust stretching me, filling me completely, making my entire body arch off the bed.
He wasn't holding back anymore.
He was claiming me — body, soul, everything.
My hands scrambled for something to hold onto — his arms, the sheets, anything — as he drove into me with a hunger so wild it bordered on desperate.
I cried out, helpless against the onslaught, every thrust hitting that devastating spot inside me, wringing out cries I couldn't have stopped even if I tried.
"Say you're mine," he demanded between ragged breaths, pounding into me so hard the bedframe threatened to crack.
"I'm yours!" I gasped, voice breaking on a moan. "Always yours, Aurelius!"
He groaned deep in satisfaction, slamming even harder, as if trying to carve those words into my very bones.
The sounds between us — skin slapping against skin, the bed creaking, my moans, his rough, possessive growls — filled the room in a filthy symphony that I never wanted to end.
Tears pricked my eyes at the overwhelming sensation, but I didn't want him to stop.
I needed this.
I needed him.
His hand slid up, wrapping around my throat just enough to make me shudder in pleasure, holding me there — pinned, claimed, his — while he ravaged me.
I could feel another orgasm building, fierce and inevitable, and from the way Aurelius was losing control, he was right there with me.
"Come for me," he ordered, voice dark and commanding.
And I did — shattering around him with a scream, convulsing helplessly as he plunged into me one final, brutal time and came undone with a hoarse shout of my name.
We collapsed into a tangled, sweaty heap, chests heaving, bodies trembling from the ferocity of what just happened.
I curled against him, still shaking slightly, feeling him press a rough kiss to my forehead.
We stayed like that, tangled together, still lost in the haze of pleasure and something heavier — something real.
Something dangerously close to love.
The world outside the bed faded into nothing.
It was just him and me — skin against skin, heart against heart.
Even after the storm we unleashed, Aurelius wasn't done.
He kissed me again, softer this time — a contrast to the brutal pace before — brushing his lips across mine like he was memorizing the taste of me.
Slowly, he rolled us over, cradling me above him. His hands caressed my back, fingertips tracing lazy patterns down my spine. I shivered, but not from cold — from the way he touched me like I was the only thing in his universe.
I pressed kisses along his jaw, his throat, my body humming with satisfaction but still aching for more of him.
I could feel him still thick and hot between my thighs, and I couldn't resist rocking against him gently.
Aurelius growled low in his chest, hands gripping my hips. "Greedy little thing," he murmured against my ear, voice hoarse and wrecked from earlier.
I smirked sleepily. "You made me this way," I whispered back.
And then he slid back inside me, slow and deep, filling me again — not rough this time, but possessive, tender, addictive.
We moved together lazily, savoring every second, every brush of skin, every desperate sigh.
It wasn't about release anymore. It was about staying connected — refusing to let go, even as exhaustion weighed down our limbs.
I buried my face against his neck, breathing him in, feeling his heart pounding against my chest, strong and steady. His arms wrapped around me tightly, holding me in place as he rocked into me with a rhythm that was almost soothing.
My body was sore, overstimulated, yet it welcomed him again and again, each slow thrust a whispered promise: I'm here. I'm not leaving.
Our breaths synced.
Our bodies melted into one.
Little by little, our movements slowed, until he was just buried deep inside me, holding me there as if anchoring us both to this perfect, fleeting moment.
He kissed the top of my head, his voice rough with sleep. "Mine," he mumbled.
"Yours," I whispered back, barely able to keep my eyes open.
And like that, still joined together, wrapped up in each other's warmth, we finally surrendered to sleep — tangled, exhausted, and utterly, irreversibly claimed.
Both of us eventually fell into a deep, dreamless sleep — our bodies still tangled, our heartbeats steady and slow in the peaceful silence.
It was perfect.
Warm.
Safe.
Home.
...Until it wasn't.
Moments later, somewhere in the middle of my sleep, something felt wrong.
Too warm... too hot...
The air smelled thick, heavy — like smoke.
I shifted a little, feeling Aurelius's arms around me, but it wasn't comforting anymore. It was frantic — desperate.
Something was shaking me. Roughly. Urgently.
A voice pierced through the heavy fog of my sleep.
"Callista! Callista!"
Aurelius's voice — but broken, panicked.
No... why did he sound like that?
I struggled to open my eyes.
When I finally did, I froze.
Aurelius was holding me tightly against him, his face pale and streaked with dirt and blood.
Blood?
He was bleeding — from a gash across his forehead, from cuts along his arms. His hands trembled as he cupped my face, as if trying to convince himself I was really awake.
My brain was sluggish, slow to understand.
But then I looked around.
We weren't in the bedroom anymore.
Not even in the mansion.
We were inside the back of a truck — its interior dimly lit by the roaring inferno outside.
I turned my head weakly... and there it was:
The mansion.
Our mansion.
On fire.
Flames devoured it, roaring up into the night sky like the gates of hell had opened.
I could hear distant shouting, crackling wood, the pop of glass exploding from the heat.
My heart stopped.
My body froze.
I couldn't even form words. Only a broken, terrified breath escaped my lips.
Aurelius pulled me closer, holding me against his battered chest as he whispered, over and over, like a prayer:
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Callista..."
The world around us burned — and all I could do was stare.
End of chapter 28.