CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENE- 🔞
The fourth floor of Chi Lou isn't just private — it's a sealed world where secrets thrive.
Thick, soundproof walls keep everything behind those doors safe from prying eyes. Sometimes, when I'm too drunk or too hollow to return to my penthouse, I stay here.
It's safer. Hidden.
But when I see Nova standing in the hallway, messy, flushed, her honeyed skin glowing under the dim light, I become painfully aware of my surroundings. She looks at me ...vulnerable, reckless — and my stomach twists with a desire I've been caging for hours.
When I told Liah to take her home, it wasn't concern. This place is safer than anywhere else. The only danger is me.
And she has no idea what she's playing with when she pulls me down and kisses me.
I freeze. My breathing halts. Every inch of me ignites, desperate to break free. I don't kiss back ... because if I do, it won't stop at a kiss.
She pulls back just enough, breath warm against my cheek. Her deep brown eyes shimmer with want, reflecting the same hunger that coils through me.
"Make me forget everything other than you, Aaron."
Aaron.
She says my name like it belongs to her — like I belong to her. And maybe… I do.
I shift, tension straining in my trousers, finally letting out a ragged breath. My hands flex at my sides.
"You're drunk, Princess." My voice is rougher than I intend.
"So are you." Her reply is soft, teasing, dangerous , a whisper like a siren's call in my ear.
She has no idea. No fucking clue what she means to me. This isn't just lust. It's the urge to kiss every scar, to burn with her, to claim her as mine.
"You'll regret it," I warn. Liah stiffens beside us, but she takes the hint and slips away. The one tether that might have stopped me is gone.
"Maybe." Nova's thumb strokes the back of my neck, slow, deliberate. Shivers run down my spine. I clench my jaw, breath ragged, muscles coiled.
"Princess—"
"But I want you tonight. All of you."
That's it. The last thread of control snaps.
I dip my head, arms wrapping around her waist, pressing her flush against me. My lips claim hers.
She responds instantly, tightening around my neck, soft breasts pressing into my chest.
I lift her, legs locking around my waist, carrying her desperately to the nearest room without breaking the kiss.
My hand grips her ass, squeezing, eliciting a soft gasp.
I slide my tongue into her mouth, heat and wine mixing, intoxicating.
My free hand tangles in her hair, tugging just enough to draw a muffled moan.
Kicking open a door, I shove us inside and slam it shut. I pull back just enough to let her breathe, forehead resting against hers.
"You're driving me crazy, Princess." And I mean it — not with anger, but with raw, unfiltered need to have her as mine.
"Aaron," she calls, tugging at my collar, eyes alight with fire. I lean into it willingly.
I kiss under her jaw, slow, deliberate, tasting the salt and sweetness of her skin. She gasps, tilting her head back.
My grip in her hair tightens as I trail my lips down her neck. Her pulse beats wildly beneath me.
Her scent is addictive. I inhale like a starving addict. I nibble her ear. "Tell me to stop, Princess."
"Don't." She melts under me, leaning further, giving me more.
I lay her on the bed like she's fragile art I must worship.
I memorize her breath, the press of her thighs, the teasing slide of a strap against soft skin.
Her eyes flutter under my gaze.
I remove her dress slowly, hook by hook, pressing lingering kisses on each inch of exposed skin.
Feeling her pulse under my lips, I let all my walls crumble down one by one.
By the time it's off, she's beneath me in just a lacy black thong and strapless bra.
I pause, savoring her: soft, glowing skin, narrow waist, full sculpted curves. Her dip of hip, narrow waist, a mole on her stomach, her ribs slightly visible from her sharp inhales.
Each breath rises and falls like music.
"What are you staring at?" she whispers.
I haven't touched her yet. I haven't kissed her every inches yet,
She's driving me insane just doing nothing.
"Staring at my salvation…" I trail my fingers along her arm, intertwining with hers, kissing her knuckles.
Goosebumps bloom. Something primal stirs in her.
I lower my lips to the swell of her breast just above her bra. She shivers.
I whisper, "I feel like a sinner finally realizing why he should've lived a better life."
And I mean it. My hands are trained to take what I want — tainted with blood and shadow.
She is light, untouchable, breakable yet strongest woman I have ever seen.
"Why?" she asks, breathless.
I brush her knuckles with my thumb, unhook her bra. My hands shake right above her ribs .....desire, need, protectiveness, and nerves all at once. Afraid in the best possible way.
"Why do you feel like a sinner, Aaron?"
I kiss her cheekbone, her lashes brushing mine.
"Because you make me feel things I never knew I could." I kiss her left eye.
"Because this desire inside me woke only with you." I kiss her right eyes.
"Because in just four days, you've come to mean so much to me." I kiss her forehead.
"And it's crazy… you make me feel like sinner and savior all at once." I kiss between her eyebrows.
"You sound like you fell in love with me the night we met," she whispers, eyes closed, savoring the moment.
I smile against her neck. Absurd, yet not illogical.
"I don't know. Love or lust. But you've clearly made me lose my sanity with your pizza and sharp tongue." I kiss her shoulder. She giggles beneath me.
"You're pretty romantic in bed, aren't you?" she teases, rubbing her ear.
I tilt my head. "Not really… I just…" I pause.
I want to dive between her legs like an animal in heat.
But I'm nervous.
So, I'm savoring every moment, memorizing every curve, every breath.
Finally, my hands cup her breasts .... soft, full, already perky, needy for attention.
"You want me to go rough?" I ask, thumb brushing her nipple, lips on her collarbone.
She gasps, shaking her head. "No… I want to go at your pace."
A smirk tugs at my lips. I lift my head, bracing on knees and palms, still pinching her nipple lightly.
She shivers, holding back a moan by bitting her lower lip, her eyes glassy with intense emotions.
"That's a dangerous proposal, Princess. Because I'm going to take my time with you… in a way,"
I pause, eyes darkening with desire as i lower my head to take her perky nipple in my mouth making her moan softly instinctively,
"…you'll get wet every time you remember what I did to your body and mind."
And I'm not bluffing.