[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.
The bed creaked beneath us as Aurelius gripped my hips with bruising force, slamming into me over and over again.
He wasn't gentle this time.
There was no slow buildup, no teasing — just raw, desperate need.
His hands left prints on my skin, his teeth left marks on my neck, my shoulders, my chest. I welcomed every rough touch, every claiming kiss, every brutal thrust.
"You drive me insane," he growled against my ear, biting down hard enough to make me cry out. "I'm never letting you go."
"Then don't," I gasped, raking my nails down his back, leaving angry red trails in their wake.
"Take me — take all of me."
Aurelius lost it.
He flipped me over roughly, dragging my hips up and slamming into me from behind with a punishing rhythm that had me sobbing into the sheets.
His hands gripped my waist so tightly I thought he might bruise me — and I loved it.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with my helpless moans and his harsh, ragged breathing.
"You're mine," he snarled, pulling my hair back to force my head up, making me arch for him. "Say it."
"I'm yours!" I cried out, the words ripped from me by the force of his thrusts.
"Yours, Aurelius! Always yours!"
He pounded into me harder, deeper, faster — chasing both our releases like a man possessed.
I felt him reach around, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it with rough, merciless circles, sending me spiraling toward the edge even faster.
"Come for me," he ordered, voice a dark, dangerous growl against my skin. "Come while I'm inside you."
I shattered.
My whole body convulsed around him, my orgasm tearing through me like a violent storm.
I screamed his name, legs trembling, vision blurring — and still, he didn't let up.
He kept thrusting through my climax, using my spasming walls to drive himself closer to his own.
With a brutal groan, he slammed into me one last time and came hard, spilling deep inside me, filling me completely.
He stayed buried in me, panting heavily against my back, his arms locking around my waist like he never wanted to let me go.
Neither of us moved for a long time.
The air was thick with sweat, the scent of sex, and something deeper — something that went beyond the physical.
It was messy. Violent. Beautiful.
Slowly, Aurelius pulled out, making me whimper from the sudden emptiness.
He caught me before I collapsed onto the bed, lifting me into his arms and cradling me against his chest.
I clung to him, boneless and trembling, feeling every bruise, every bite mark, every place where he'd claimed me as his own.
"Still think I'm a red flag?" he murmured against my hair, his voice a dark, satisfied purr.
I smiled weakly, my heart thundering in my chest.
Maybe he was a red flag.
But he was my red flag.
And God help me, I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.
Aurelius barely caught his breath before I pushed him down onto the mattress, straddling his waist with a dark gleam in my eyes.
He blinked up at me, momentarily stunned by my sudden aggression — and for once, I was the one smirking.
"My turn," I whispered wickedly.
I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, leaning down so close our noses brushed.
His pupils blew wide with excitement — he wanted this, needed this as badly as I did.
"You always think you're in control, don't you, Valemont?" I taunted, grinding down against his still-hard length, making him hiss through his teeth. "Not tonight."
Without warning, I slammed myself down onto him, taking him in deep in one brutal stroke.
We both gasped — him at the tightness, me at the sheer fullness — but I didn't give either of us time to adjust.
I moved rough and fast, riding him without mercy, using him for my own pleasure.
Aurelius groaned, his hands flexing against my grip, wanting to touch me — but I didn't let him.
I kept his wrists pinned, dominating him completely.
"Fuck, Callista," he rasped, his voice raw and broken. "You're going to kill me."
"Good," I whispered against his lips, biting down hard enough to make him grunt.
"Maybe next time, you'll think twice before teasing me."
I bounced harder, faster, the sound of our bodies slamming together filling the room again, obscene and perfect.
I watched him unravel beneath me, that perfect control he always wore cracking apart under my merciless pace.
He cursed, moaned, begged — and I drank it all in, drunk on the power, the connection, the raw, desperate need that bound us together.
"You love this," I whispered, licking a stripe up his throat. "Being ruined by me."
"Yes," he choked out. "Only you. Only ever you."
That shattered something inside me.
I released his hands, and immediately he grabbed my hips, driving up into me, matching my pace, helping me use him harder, rougher, deeper.
We were wild, feral — two storms crashing into each other, desperate and unapologetic.
When my second orgasm tore through me, I threw my head back and screamed his name — and felt him break apart inside me with a hoarse, desperate groan.
We collapsed together, tangled, gasping, trembling with the force of what we'd done.
I buried my face against his chest, still trembling, and felt his arms wrap tightly around me, protective even now.
For a long moment, we just lay there, hearts pounding in sync, our bodies too exhausted to move.
It wasn't just want anymore.
It was need.
Fierce.
Permanent.
Unbreakable.
And neither of us could ever run from it now.
Just when I thought I had him completely undone, Aurelius growled low in his throat — the sound so raw, so primal it sent a shiver tearing down my spine.
In one brutal movement, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him.
His hands gripped my wrists again, but this time with a bruising kind of possessiveness, and he stared down at me — his gaze molten, wild, barely human.
"You think you can play rough with me, little one?" he rasped against my ear, his voice so dark it made my whole body clench around him. "Now it's my turn."
Without waiting for my answer, he slammed into me — deep, hard, relentless — forcing a scream from my throat.
I clawed at his back, nails raking down his muscles, but it only seemed to drive him crazier.
He set a brutal rhythm, thrusting so deep I swore he was touching my soul, each stroke making the bed creak violently beneath us.
The headboard slammed against the wall, but neither of us cared — the world had shrunk down to this, to us.
"You're mine," he growled, punctuating each word with a sharp, punishing thrust.
"Yours," I gasped, barely able to speak through the force of his body claiming mine.
He wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting me slightly so he could go even deeper — and he found that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.
I sobbed out a moan, clutching him desperately, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was wrecking me with.
He kissed me fiercely, biting at my lips, swallowing every sound I made like he needed them to survive.
"More," I begged against his mouth. "Don't stop."
Aurelius obeyed with a rough, desperate growl, his thrusts growing even harder, faster, his control hanging by a thread.
I felt him everywhere — inside me, over me, around me — like he was trying to merge our bodies into one, to brand me as his.
The pleasure built and built, sharp and brutal, until I shattered beneath him, my climax ripping through me so violently I thought I might black out.
Aurelius wasn't far behind — with a final, broken groan of my name, he buried himself deep and spilled inside me, his entire body trembling with the force of it.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
Only the sound of our ragged breathing and pounding hearts filled the room.
Slowly, gently, Aurelius collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms like he never intended to let go.
And I let him.
Because at that moment, I knew — it wasn't about want anymore.
It was need.
Deep.
Irrevocable.
Ours.
End of Chapter 27.