[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.
Every touch, every brush of his fingers across my skin made me moan helplessly, gasping for air I couldn't seem to catch.
I couldn't hide anything from him — he knew exactly where to touch, how to make me fall apart under his hands alone.
When he suddenly bit down on my neck, sharp enough to sting but tender enough to leave me breathless, I cried out — the sound raw, desperate, shameless.
Before I could even recover, his hand slipped lower, fingers finding the heat between my thighs, rubbing my core with maddening precision.
I moaned loudly, arching into him, needing more, craving everything he was willing to give.
He growled against my skin, the sound vibrating through me, sending shivers down my spine.
"That's it," he whispered, voice low and wrecked, as if he was barely holding himself together.
"Let me hear you, Callista. Don't hold back."
I couldn't. I didn't want to.
Every thought, every worry, every piece of logic I clung to shattered the moment he touched me like that — like I was the most precious thing he'd ever had in his arms.
And maybe I was.
Maybe in this moment, there was nothing else but the two of us, tangled in heat and need and something deeper we didn't dare name yet.
My body answered him without permission — moving against him, seeking him, chasing the pleasure only he could give.
I felt like I was drowning, burning, floating all at once.
I clutched at him desperately, nails digging into his back as his kisses turned bruising, his touches relentless.
"Aurelius—" I gasped his name, barely coherent.
He lifted his head just enough to look into my eyes — and what I saw there made my heart stutter.
Possession.
Desire.
Love, raw and terrifying.
"You're mine," he said again, voice rough with need.
"And I'll prove it... every damn night if I have to."
I whimpered under him as he leaned down to kiss me again — slower this time, deeper — a kiss that promised this was only the beginning.
And as his hands claimed every part of me, and my body surrendered to every sensation he gave, one truth burned through me brighter than anything:
This wasn't just a want.
It was a need.
A need that would never, ever go away.
While he kissed me hungrily, almost possessively, his hands moved with sinful precision.
I barely noticed it — too lost in the fire he lit inside me — until I felt the sudden tug at my hips.
In one fluid, deliberate motion, Aurelius slipped off the waistband of my panties, dragging the thin fabric down my thighs and tossing it aside like it was nothing.
His hands didn't stop there. They caressed, gripped, explored every inch of newly exposed skin with an almost reverent hunger.
I gasped into his mouth, feeling bare, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.
And somehow, I loved it.
He pulled back just enough to look down at me, his eyes dark, wild, filled with a hunger that made my whole body tremble.
"Look at you," he rasped, his thumb tracing my inner thigh, teasing but not quite touching where I ached for him most.
"So beautiful... so mine."
His voice alone sent another shiver through me.
Then, without warning, his hand slid between my legs — and this time, he didn't hold back.
I cried out, clutching at the sheets, my body arching into his touch instinctively.
His fingers worked me expertly, coaxing sounds from me I never knew I could make, unraveling me one stroke at a time.
He kissed me again, swallowing every moan, every whimper, like he couldn't get enough.
Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire, burning only for him.
I wasn't thinking anymore — I was feeling, drowning, needing him in a way that scared me and thrilled me all at once.
When he finally whispered against my ear, voice dark and wicked, "Tell me you want this," I didn't even hesitate.
"I want you," I gasped, my voice breaking.
"I need you."
He groaned, a sound so deep it vibrated through me.
"Good," he murmured against my neck, his lips brushing my skin.
"Because I'm not letting you go."
And in the next moment, he claimed me completely — body and soul — and I let him.
Because he wasn't just a want anymore.
He was my need.
Without warning, he added another finger — then another — stretching me, filling me, making me cry out his name as my body writhed under him.
He moved faster now, fingers thrusting deep, curling with every push, hitting that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my closed eyes.
"Aurelius—!" I gasped, voice shaking, hands flying to grip his shoulders like I might float away if I didn't anchor myself to him.
He smirked against my throat, lips brushing hot kisses along my skin.
"That's it, sweetheart. Let go for me."
Every thrust of his fingers curled perfectly, each motion coaxing me closer to the edge. My legs trembled on either side of him, helpless against the ruthless pace he set.
I felt it building, uncontrollable, overwhelming — a pressure that coiled tighter and tighter until I couldn't hold it back any longer.
He must have felt it too, because he quickened his pace, curling his fingers deep with each delicious, maddening thrust.
I shattered around him with a broken cry, my whole body convulsing as pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave.
He didn't stop — he worked me through every wave of it, whispering soft, possessive praises against my skin.
"So perfect," he breathed.
"So beautiful when you fall apart for me."
When I finally collapsed against him, boneless and trembling, he gently withdrew his fingers and cradled me against his chest, stroking my hair with a tenderness that made my heart ache.
I buried my face against him, feeling dazed, spent, and so full — not just from the pleasure he gave me, but from the way he held me afterward, like I was the most precious thing in his world.
And in that moment, I knew:
He wasn't just something I wanted.
He was something I needed.
Maybe even something I couldn't survive without anymore.
I kissed him deeply, pouring everything I felt — my need, my hunger, my helpless desire — into that kiss.
My hands roamed over his chest, finding the first button of his shirt and slowly, deliberately undoing it.
One by one, I freed him from the fabric, savoring the sight of smooth, firm muscles beneath my fingertips.
He was beautiful — carved from strength and fire, yet soft where he held me, careful with the way he touched me.
When I reached his belt, I looked up at him through my lashes, a wicked glint in my eyes.
He smirked — that lazy, dangerous smirk that promised trouble — but he let me have my way, lifting his hips slightly as I unbuckled his belt and slid it free.
His trousers were next, and as I tugged them down, my breath caught at the sight of him.
He was already hard — achingly so — his length heavy, thick, and impossibly beautiful.
A deep, velvety shade, flushed at the tip, standing proudly against the lean lines of his body.
Eight inches of sheer perfection.
He was big, intimidating even, but I didn't feel fear.
No — what I felt was awe... and a greedy, breathless kind of anticipation that made my whole body clench with need.
Aurelius caught my gaze and chuckled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated straight through me.
"Like what you see, sweetheart?"
I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks burn, but I didn't look away.
Instead, I wrapped my fingers gently around him, marveling at how he twitched in my hand, how his breath caught when I touched him.
"You're perfect," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice — so full of wonder and desperate need.
He growled — actually growled — and grabbed me, pulling me flush against him.
"If you keep looking at me like that," he rasped against my ear, "I won't be able to take it slow."
His words thrilled me, sent another rush of heat straight to my core.
I wanted him — all of him — more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life.
And when he laid me back against the pillows, hovering over me with a gaze that promised to ruin me in the most beautiful ways, I knew:
Tonight, I wouldn't just be loved.
I would be claimed.
Aurelius kissed me again — slow at first, savoring, tasting — like he had all the time in the world to worship me.
His hands roamed my body, memorizing every curve, every tremble, every soft whimper that escaped my lips.
Then, he positioned himself at my entrance, the thick head of him nudging against my sensitive, already dripping core.
He held himself there, teasing, letting me feel the weight of what was about to happen.
"Look at me," he whispered, voice low and commanding.
I obeyed, opening my eyes to find his burning into mine — fierce, unrelenting, like I was the only thing that mattered in his universe.
Slowly, he pushed in, stretching me around him inch by inch.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips — he was so thick, so hard, filling me to the brim, forcing my body to open around him.
Aurelius gritted his teeth, veins popping along his arms as he fought for control.
"God, you're so tight...so perfect," he groaned, thrusting a little deeper, making me cry out as pleasure and pain tangled deliciously.
He paused once he was halfway in, giving me time to adjust — his thumb brushing soothing circles along my hip, his forehead pressed against mine.
I could feel him trembling slightly, restraining himself for my sake.
"You're doing so good, baby," he murmured against my lips. "Just a little more..."
With a slow, steady push, he sank the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt inside me.
I gasped again — the fullness, the overwhelming stretch of him, made my whole body shudder.
But God, it felt so good — like he was made to fit me, and I was made to take him.
He stayed still for a moment, letting me catch my breath, kissing the tears that had slipped down my cheeks — not from pain, but from how much I felt in that moment.
How complete he made me feel.
Then, he began to move.
Slow at first — long, deep thrusts that made me feel every inch of him.
My body clung to him, greedy for more, greedy for everything he was willing to give.
"Aurelius," I whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.
"I know, sweetheart," he growled against my neck. "I know."
He set a rhythm — slow, deliberate thrusts that drove me insane with how good they felt, how deep he reached, touching places inside me that had never been touched before.
And when he felt my body start to tremble again, he cursed under his breath and snapped his hips faster, harder, making the headboard slam softly against the wall with every desperate, mindless thrust.
I cried out his name over and over again, lost in him, lost in the feeling of being claimed, possessed, loved in the most primal, beautiful way.
The world narrowed to nothing but his body against mine, his voice in my ear, his hands gripping my hips as he drove me higher, higher—
Until I shattered around him, my climax crashing over me like a storm.
I clenched down on him, screaming his name, tears of bliss streaming down my face as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me.
Aurelius cursed and thrust once, twice more before he followed me over the edge, spilling deep inside me with a broken, guttural moan.
He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, our bodies still joined, still trembling from the force of what we shared.
And as he kissed me — tenderly now, reverently — I realized:
This wasn't just want.
This was need.
This was home.
The room was still heavy with the scent of us — sweat, pleasure, love.
Aurelius was still catching his breath, his body slightly trembling from the force of our shared release. He lay back against the pillows, one strong arm slung lazily around my waist, his eyes half-lidded and dark with satisfaction.
But me?
Oh no, I wasn't done yet.
A mischievous glint sparked inside me — a wildness I didn't know I had until now. Maybe it was the way he looked so deliciously wrecked beneath me, or maybe it was the thrill of finally knowing how much I could affect him.
Slowly, deliberately, I shifted.
I slid my bare body up along his, feeling every ridge of his muscled chest, every rapid beat of his heart under my skin.
I trailed soft kisses up his jawline, nipping at his ear, smiling wickedly when he shivered.
"Callista..." he growled low in his throat, warning and pleading all at once.
I ignored it.
Instead, I kissed a path down his neck, letting my nails rake lightly across his stomach. His muscles jumped under my touch. He was so sensitive now, so raw. I loved it.
I brushed lower — lower still — until I could feel his half-hard length twitching against my thigh, already starting to stir back to life.
God, he was beautiful. Thick, veiny, and still glistening slightly from earlier. Eight glorious inches of pure temptation.
I licked my lips.
"What's wrong, Mr. Valemont?" I whispered sweetly, trailing my fingers just barely over his growing erection. "Tired already?"
His jaw clenched. "Careful, sweetheart," he rasped. "You're playing with fire."
I just grinned devilishly and, without warning, wrapped my hand around him.
Aurelius cursed, his hips bucking instinctively into my palm.
He was already hardening again, quickly — so responsive to me it made my chest swell with pride and wicked satisfaction.
Slowly, I began to stroke him — long, teasing pumps that had him biting back moans, veins popping along his neck from the effort of holding back.
"You're so sensitive," I teased, squeezing just a little tighter, twisting my wrist the way he liked.
"You like when I touch you like this, don't you?"
He growled again, low and dangerous, his fingers digging into the sheets.
"You're going to regret teasing me, angel," he ground out.
I just giggled — actually giggled — before leaning down and taking the thick head of him into my mouth.
Aurelius let out a broken, strangled moan, one hand flying to my hair, threading through it but not forcing me — just holding on, anchoring himself as I worshiped him.
I swirled my tongue around the tip, then hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper, savoring the salty taste of him, the way he pulsed hot and heavy against my tongue.
"Fuck, Callista..." he hissed, his hips trembling as he tried — and failed — to stay still.
I kept going, bobbing my head, my hand stroking what I couldn't fit, determined to drive him insane the way he had driven me.
He was so big, stretching my mouth almost obscenely, but I loved every second of it — loved how wild he became under my touch, how he was mine in this moment, completely undone by me.
When I felt him start to twitch, about to lose it, he grabbed my arms and pulled me up roughly, slamming his mouth onto mine in a bruising kiss.
"You little devil," he growled against my lips, voice thick with lust.
"You're not getting away that easily."
Before I could even catch my breath, he flipped us over — pinning me beneath him, his eyes blazing with heat and hunger.
It was official.
I had awakened the beast.
And I was about to pay for it — deliciously so.
His weight pinned me to the bed, caging me in.
Aurelius's eyes were molten — dark, dangerous, but filled with something deeper than just lust.
Possession. Hunger. Love twisted up with desire so raw it stole the breath from my lungs.
"You think you can tease me like that," he rasped against my throat, biting down gently and making me whimper, "and get away with it?"
He didn't wait for an answer.
In one swift motion, he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head with just one hand — his strength overwhelming, thrilling.
With his free hand, he traced slow, torturous lines down my body, ghosting over my breasts, my stomach, the sensitive spot just above my core — until I was arching into him, desperate for his touch.
"Tell me you want this," he commanded, voice rough like gravel, brushing his lips against mine but not kissing me — driving me insane.
"I..." I panted, trying to press up into him, but he held me firm.
"Say it, Callista," he growled. "Say you need me."
I broke.
"I need you," I gasped. "I need you so much it hurts."
His mouth crashed down onto mine in a bruising, desperate kiss — all teeth and tongue, devouring me like he couldn't get enough.
Without warning, he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt in one hard, possessive stroke.
I cried out against his lips — not in pain, but in sheer overwhelmed pleasure.
He filled me so perfectly, stretching me, claiming me all over again.
Aurelius didn't move at first. He just stayed there, deep inside me, his forehead pressed against mine, breathing hard.
It felt like he was branding me, body and soul — a reminder that I was his, and he was mine, no matter how much we tried to fight it.
Then he began to move.
Slow at first — deep, grinding thrusts that made me feel every thick inch of him.
Each stroke wrung a gasp or a moan from my lips, leaving me trembling beneath him.
"You feel that?" he murmured against my ear, voice pure sin. "Only I get to have you like this. No one else. Never."
"Never," I whispered back, tears pricking my eyes from the overwhelming emotion surging through me.
He shifted his angle slightly — and stars exploded behind my eyes as he hit that perfect, sensitive spot inside me over and over again.
I writhed beneath him, crying out his name in a voice that barely sounded like mine.
Aurelius gritted his teeth, pounding into me faster, harder, deeper, every stroke a vow carved into my very bones.
"You're mine, Callista," he groaned, voice breaking as he lost control, snapping his hips into mine with desperate, savage need.
"Say it. Say you belong to me."
"I'm yours!" I sobbed, clinging to him as my orgasm built like a tidal wave, ready to crash.
"Always yours!"
That was all he needed.
With a broken, hoarse shout, he thrust deep one final time as we shattered together — my walls clenching around him as his warmth spilled inside me, claiming me completely.
He collapsed onto me, careful not to crush me, but refusing to pull out — staying connected, locked to me even as our bodies trembled and shook.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were our ragged breathing and the frantic beat of our hearts.
He pressed soft kisses against my forehead, my cheeks, my lips — so different from the earlier aggression — gentle, worshiping.
"I love you," he whispered against my skin, voice rough and honest and broken.
Tears slid down my cheeks — not from sadness, but from the overwhelming love I felt for this maddening, dangerous, beautiful man.
"I love you too," I breathed back, curling into him, feeling safer in his arms than anywhere else in the world.
In that moment, I realized:
He wasn't just a want.
He wasn't just a need.
He was both.
End of Chapter 26.