Caelum’s pov.Sophia spends two hours staring at the ceiling before she finally looks away and speaks.“Can you tell me about yourself?”Her scent makes me feel like I'm edging myself. It intoxicates me and then detoxifies me in the span of seconds. She goes on,“I’d really like to hear it.”You know that feeling where you are just at the tip of your release, your mind equal parts numbed and sensitive, that is how I feel whenever she speaks. The sound of her voice does something to my heart. But it’s probably just because I haven't taken the inhibitors. I hear something in her squirm as she hears my response,“I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to bear it.”She tries to hide the effect I have on her, tries to mask it with a chuckle, and asks a question that sets a small smile on my face but also makes my heart burn with anger.“You’re my brother-in-law, aren’t you? There’s probably nothing you can say that’ll surprise me.”Her tone is one that is laced with that sweet mirth. A mirth I w
Sophia’s pov.Caelum and I trade whens…Memories from our past, lingering on some years when we experienced the most traumatic things, or did the most traumatizing things to others.I ask myself one question over and over again.How possible is it, to share experiences, to share sad and borderline trauma-inducing experiences, shameful ones even… how possible is it to do that, and still be horny at the same time?Caleum’s voice is like a whisper in my ears now and the soft lights in the living room now are not helping my cause. The ceiling changed color.I thought it was a trick my mind was playing on me earlier but it isn’t. Caleum ends his words and I tilt my head to the side, ignoring the look on his face and the desire his attention stokes in me before responding with a slight smile on my expression,“You are intentionally making us linger, Mr Maximoff.”It is a statement I needed to gather some courage to make.This conversation with Caelum has been insightful, to say the least. I
Caleum’s pov.“Did I do something wrong?”I cannot help myself.I feel like smashing my head into the wall because I SAID I wouldn't ask. I PROMISED myself I wouldn't ask.I told myself time and time again, that I would let her be cold. That I would let her be however she wants to be.Why? Just why would I go up to her and ask if I'd done something wrong? So she can see what effect she has on me? So she can see how her reactions are hurting me?I am loath to deny they even are at all, it stabs at something in my pride. It stabs at something in my insides, and it stabs at it so furiously that I ask myself time and time again, why should I show her she has managed to spook me a little?Why should I show her she’s managed to get a reaction out of me?Yet I cannot help myself. She’s given me a bit and I want the entirety of her now“What could you have done wrong?”Sophia’s tone is at that tired level again. Like she’s been drained of all energy overnight and she’s manifesting that tir
“What are we possibly going to do that for?”I continue looking out the window though I can feel Alora’s glare on me. When it becomes a steady piercing feeling on my neck, I respond.“You said it yesterday that I ought to do something about it, didn't you?.”“Yeah, but what’s in it for you? And don’t tell me something like there isn’t anything in it for me, there obviously is.”I am, speechless.I turn to Alora so she can see the look in my eyes because hey, I'm trying to do what she almost crucified me for not doing. I’m going to involve myself in Ariana and Alvin’s business, and I am bringing her along to see why I do not do some things, but she’s already assumed I have my motive for going there.“How smart of you.”I mean she’s right, of course I do, but every experience is a learning experience as is fondly said, and I feel Alora needs some education. She stares at me warily before looking away and asking,“Can you give me a breakdown at least of what to expect?”I shake my head,
“This isn’t the first time something like that is happening is it?”I give Alora no response. She asks again,“You guys have done this before.”Again, I give no response, but just to make her feel less guilty, I sigh and I see her take that sigh, hang onto it like a lifeline, and immediately rush into an apology.“I am so sorry, Luna Sophia.I'm so sorry. I never knew this was what would happen. I didn’t know they’d speak to you that way. I said all those horrible things to you.”Alora stumbles on the rest of her words and while I am happy - while I am somewhat pleased that she got to experience this firsthand, I didn’t bring her with me just so she could apologize to me for what she said yesterday. Her reaction shows she still has a somewhat innocent heart. I brought her here to learn a lesson.“Why do you think I never responded to any of Ariana’s quips?”Alora snaps her mouth shut because I interrupt her mid-apology, and she blinks twice, probably trying to process my statement bef
Caelum’s pov.Sophia comes storming into my room as I come out of the baths.Her face is sheet white.She doesn’t get a sheet white face when she’s shocked. I know that, I've been making background checks now.She gets the sheet white face when she’s dumbfounded. When she can’t wrap her head around something.Her knuckles are bloodshot though, and I can see the note, crumpled, and being squeezed so tight it’d probably take two men to pry her fingers off it. I wrap my towel more firmly around my waist, and I move to get some pants or a robe.A robe.I comment as I take it.“I see you’ve gotten my apology.”It takes a while.It takes enough time for me to collapse into a chair, run a hand through my wet hair, and cock an inquisitive brow up at the lack of an answer before she finally responds,“You flogged him.”I nod because I did.I considered a more permanent punishment. A more defining act, like taking a limb, but I'm measured with my punishments.“YOU FLOGGED HIM, BLOODY.”I hear t
Sophia's pov.Caelum lights a fire up in me.“Ouch.”Caleum lights a fire I cannot deny.“You like that Sophia.”The sounds of us making out are nothing short of violet and filthy. Caleum kisses me like a man starved. Like he’s been starved of the sun and my mouth brings him sunlight. Like he’s been starved of air and my skin is his oxygen.Like he’s going to devour me. Completely.Totally.I moan because each time he nips at my lips, each time his hands come in contact with my hips, each time his tongue snakes around mine, each time he pulls my lips in, it feels like my brain sparks with this indescribable pleasure.I hear Caelum groan too, my name nothing less than a prayer on his lips, because this isn’t making out, this is war.He prays my name, so he can win this war. He doesn’t give me the chance to be able to form his on my lips because I can barely get any words out. He’s not giving me the chance.I can feel something underneath me. My body is as sensitive as an unstable emo
THE SPINERIDGE MANSION.Violet’s pov.“No.”I tap Alpha Ulric’s arm repeatedly, panting heavily as I do so while he slams into me.Ulric’s grunts give me a wild beating in my pulse because I know what is going to happen when he starts grunting like this. I feel him slam into me, over and over and over. Sometimes he manages to hit some pleasure spots, and other times, he just keeps on thrusting, despite my discomfort, despite my winces.He has his hand tangled in my hair and I have my back arched, on my hands and feet while he stands at the foot of the bed, thrusting relentlessly.I moan despite whatever I might be feeling. The moans are necessary.Ulric’s grunting comes faster again and I tap his arm again, try to push him away, his thrusting becomes faster and as always, it’s like the tapping only spurs him on, the pushing only makes him even want to be closer, the struggle… the struggle just makes him want to have his wayI mutter my final lines in this scene as I feel Ulric swell i