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Story: Felix

My hand snakes between us, grasping his hard dick firmly. It’s hot, pulsing with the same urgency that thrums through my veins. My heart races, and I can’t help the wicked grin that spreads across my face.

“Think you can handle me, Felix?” I taunt, my breath hot against his lips. He smirks, but it’s clear he’s caught off-guard by my sudden aggression.

“Try me,” he challenges, his voice low and rough. I waste no time sliding down on him, taking him deep inside me while our lips remain locked together. I refuse to let him deny me this connection—this raw and primal need we share.

“Shit, darling,” he hisses, the strain evident in his voice. I swallow his words with another hungry kiss, our tongues tangling together.

“Tell me, Felix. Tell me I’m not fragile,” I demand, my voice a heated growl as I rise and fall on his dick, each thrustharder and faster than the last. My nails dig into his chest, leaving crescent-shaped marks behind.

“Fuck, Aurora… you’re anything but,” he grunts out, his hands gripping my hips, holding me steady as I ride him like a goddamn storm. Our breaths and moans fill the room, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air.

“Harder,” I urge, needing to feel the full force of his desire. “Show me how much you want me.” My gaze locks onto his dark eyes, daring him to push me further.

“Darling, don’t tempt me,” he warns, but I see the lust in his eyes, the way they darken with need. Felix’s tongue darts out, wetting his lips before he bites down on them, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

I feel alive, powerful, and unbreakable at this moment. I need him to know I won’t shatter under his touch and can take whatever he throws at me.

“Aurora,” he snarls, his fingers digging into my flesh as he matches my tempo with fierce, punishing thrusts. Our bodies collide, the sounds of our passion echoing off the walls. My heart races, my body aching for release, but I refuse to let go without proving my strength.

“Fuck, Aurora,” Felix growls out as his hand reaches up and grabs my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. The pain, mixed with pleasure, shoots through me like lightning, and I can’t hold back any longer.

“Y-yes!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, waves of ecstasy washing through my body. My cunt clenches around his cock, pulsing and spasming as I come all over him.

That’s when I feel it—the last shred of restraint Felix has been holding onto finally snaps. His grip on my hips tightens,fingers digging into my flesh as he starts to fuck me with an intensity that should scare me, but instead, it feels so fucking good.

“Damn, baby… you’re so fucking tight,” he pants, slamming into me with force, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that leaves me breathless.

“More, Felix! Don’t you dare stop!” I scream, my voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. It’s like I’m riding the edge of a knife, teetering between pain and pleasure, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Take it, darling. Take every fucking inch!” he snarls out, pumping into me with wild abandon. Our eyes lock, dark and feral, and I see just how much he needs this too. It’s about proving my strength and showing him I can still be his equal.

“Shit, I’m gonna…" Felix cuts himself off with a guttural moan, his hot cum filling my convulsing cunt as I tighten around him even more. The sensation pushes me over the edge again, and another orgasm rips through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.

As our breathing slows, I lean down, press my lips to his, and taste the sweat and desire that lingers between us. “I love you,” I whisper against his mouth, my voice shaking with vulnerability. “We’re going to be okay.”

“Fuck, Aurora,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “I love you, too… more than you’ll ever know.”

And even though our lives have been a storm of chaos and violence, at this moment, tangled together on this bed, I believe him.

Chapter Fifty

Aurora Henry

Six Years Later

The late afternoon sun is casting long shadows across my office as the phone rings, shattering the silence. I snatch it up and press it to my ear, my heart pounding in anticipation.

“Hey, Aurora,” comes the familiar voice. “Just wanted to let you know your latest book made it into the Top 100 list for Australia.”

“Fucking hell, really?” I can’t keep the excitement from my voice. This one is different from the rest. It’s about a young fourteen-year-old girl who gets caught in a web spun by a fellow schoolmate, dragging her down into his world of abuse and drugs. It’s dark, but it’s real.

“Yep,” my publicist continues. “You’ve done it again. But you know the drill by now. No signings or public appearances. As always, we’ll handle everything under your pseudonym.”

“Fine by me.” I shrug, my gaze wandering to the new tattoos snaking across my arms courtesy of Matteo. I stopped using my real name years ago, choosing instead to hide in the shadows with a fake identity. A fucking necessity when your past is a minefield of pain and betrayal.

“You did well,” my publicist congratulates me before hanging up.

The office door swings open, and there’s Felix. His dark eyes lock onto mine the moment I hang up from my publicist.