AURELIA
The room was drenched in shadow, the flickering candlelight casting quivering silhouettes across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of burning wax and something darker, something primal — a heady mix of brimstone and musk that wrapped around me like a silk shroud.
I stood frozen, breath caught somewhere between anticipation and fear, skin humming with every deliberate movement he made. His eyes, those dark pools of ancient hunger, never left me — heavy with unspoken promises and dangerous truths.
He didn't need to speak to command me. His presence alone was a declaration: surrender was not a choice, but an inevitability. And though I should have been afraid, my pulse raced with a craving I refused to deny.
His hand lifted slowly, the fingers trailing a whisper-light path down my arm that set my nerves ablaze. Every touch was a spark, every breath a silent ignition of the fire roaring beneath my skin.
"You belong to me now," he said, voice low and thick, like molten velvet slipping across stone. Each word wrapped around me, binding tighter than chains, soft yet unbreakable.
"I'm yours," I confessed, voice barely more than a trembling sigh — fragile, fierce, and desperate all at once.
He closed the space between us with a predator's grace. His lips brushed my neck, a soft, scorching kiss that ignited a wildfire beneath my skin. The heat of his mouth was electric, sending shockwaves through my body as his tongue traced a slow, teasing path.
Pain and pleasure blurred together in a delicious haze — every breath, every shiver, a surrender to the exquisite torment he inflicted and promised to deepen.
"Good," he murmured, voice rough against my skin. "Because once you cross this threshold, there's no turning back."
His hands found my waist, pulling me impossibly close until our bodies molded together in a perfect, tense fit. My heart thundered — a wild, relentless beat that echoed the danger and desire radiating between us.
I was falling, sinking deeper into a dark abyss where control was an illusion and every touch threatened to unravel me.
And yet, in that darkness, I felt more alive than ever before.
The cage he promised wasn't a prison — it was an addiction. A reckoning. And I was ready to pay the price.
To be his. To be broken. To be consumed.
Because some desires don't just burn — they consume everything in their path.