CHAPTER 22: CHAPTER 22: PATIENCE (18+)

That kiss was all it took—a single, searing press of lips, Flora’s soft, commanding mouth against Aiden’s bruised, trembling one. The contact ignited a firestorm, a spark. that started the inferno as their breaths mingled, hot and hungry.

[Temporary Possession: Flora]

[Huge amount of Ember detected.]

Aiden didn’t let their lips merely touch—he devoured her, his tongue plunging into her mouth with a ravenous edge, claiming every inch of her sweetness.

His hands gripped her waist, yanking her closer until her curves molded against his hard frame, her scent—an intoxicating blend of jasmine and raw desire—flooding his senses.

Flora melted into him, her tongue meeting his with equal fervor, swirling and tangling in a dance of unrestrained need.

[Ember: 45%... 59%... 68%]

Aiden didn’t need to see the system interface to feel the ember surging within him, a molten tide filling the hollow ache of his incubus hunger.

Her passion was a deluge, more potent than he’d ever tasted, overwhelming his senses with its raw intensity. It was too much, too fast, and it thrilled him. His blood sang with power, each kiss fueling his desire to consume her entirely.

He pulled back, his chest heaving, his golden eyes locking onto hers. Flora’s gaze was a storm of adoration, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a glistening trail of their mingled saliva dripping from her plump lips.

"Aiden..." she whispered, her voice a sultry plea, thick with unspoken need. Her hands tangled in his white hair, tugging with a desperation that set his nerves alight. She lunged forward, capturing his lips again, sucking and caressing with a hunger that bordered on obsession, as if she wanted to devour his very soul.

[Ember: 68%... 76%]

Her lust was a tidal wave, crashing over him, and Aiden reveled in it. Every word he’d whispered to Gail—promises of passion and possession—paled in comparison to this moment.

He wanted to make them real, to lay her bare here and now, to claim every inch of her trembling body.

"Why, Aiden..." Flora gasped, pulling back just enough to speak, her voice dripping with raw, aching need. "Why do I want you so much? ....It’s like you’re inside my blood... burning me alive."

Aiden’s lips found her neck, not gentle but ravenous, his teeth grazing the soft, delicate skin before biting down, marking her as his. "...Because you’re mine, lady Flora," he growled, his voice low and primal, pulling her tighter against him, her curves pressing into his hardening desire. "You feel it, don’t you? This need... it’s me, calling to every part of you, lad-."

She shivered, her breath hitching as she pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "...Just call me Flora," she purred, her tone so seductive it sent a jolt straight to his core. "When we’re alone... no titles, no barriers. Just us." Her eyes gleamed with forbidden promise, her noble restraint crumbling under the weight of her desire.

Aiden nipped her finger, his teeth grazing the sensitive pad with a teasing bite. "Flora," he rasped, the word a caress, laced with lust and possession.

The sound of her name, stripped of formality, sent a visible shudder through her, her chest heaving, her body reacting as if his voice were a spell woven from dark magic. She was no longer the noble lady of House Roderic—she was his, and she knew it.

Her lips crashed against his cheek, then slid to his ear, her tongue tracing its curve with a boldness that shocked even her. "...Take me, Aiden," she whispered, her voice a sultry command, words no noble would dare utter within these hallowed walls. "Pound me until I’m yours, until I can’t think of anything but you."

Her words flipped a switch in him, his incubus hunger roaring to life, drowning out the pain of his wounds. He moved with primal urgency, lifting her roughly and pinning her to the bed, her body yielding beneath him.

Her golden hair fanned across the pillow, a halo framing her radiant beauty. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, her golden eyes burning with need, her curves outlined by the tight blue dress that clung to her sweat-dampened skin. She was a vision, a goddess laid bare for him, and the sight made every bruise, every cut he’d endured worth it.

"Tonight, Flora," he growled, his voice thick with promise, "you’ll never think of me the same." His hands roamed her body, savoring the way she arched into his touch, her skin feverish under his fingers.

"Why?" she breathed, her hands cupping his cheeks, her eyes searching his with a mix of curiosity and desperate longing.

"Because I won’t just pound you," he murmured, his lips hovering over hers, his breath hot and teasing. "I’ll ravage you, taste every inch of your skin, worship every curve until you’re screaming my name, begging for more." His words were a vow, each one dripping with lust, igniting a fire in her gaze.

"Then do it," she gasped, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Make me yours, Aiden. Don’t hold bac-."

He didn’t let her finish. His hunger—raw, human, beyond the system’s ember—consumed him.

[Ember: 100%]

Yet this wasn’t just his bloodline’s need; it was his own, a primal urge to claim her. His hands seized her breasts, the soft fabric of her dress no match for their plump, yielding softness. He squeezed hard, relishing her gasp of pain and pleasure.

"Ahhh!" Flora moaned, her voice a sultry mix of agony and ecstasy, her back arching to press herself closer.

With urgent fingers, Aiden worked at her dress, unbuttoning it from the back as she arched higher, the fabric loosening to reveal the creamy valley of her chest. He tore at her inner wear, exposing her pink, hardened peaks, taut with desire. His eyes locked onto hers, her gaze still blazing with lust as he pinched one, drawing another moan from her lips. "Ahh...Aiden..." she whimpered, not in protest but in desperate need. "Please... I can’t wait anymore."

He smirked, his own desire mirroring hers. "Patience, love," he teased.