Chapter 14: "You're Mine… Every Bit of You"
She sat on the edge of the bed, fingers gripping the sheets.
Her lips still tingled from his kiss.
That confession from him…
That raw, broken voice when he said:
> "I think I'm falling for you Aria."
She was trembling. Her heart, her body—everything was tangled in a mess of emotion she couldn't even name. But one thing was clear.
She couldn't ignore it anymore.
Lucien stood there, watching her. Silent. His eyes weren't glowing—they were burning. With hunger. With need. With pain.
With something so deep it terrified her.
"Lucien…" she whispered.
He took a step closer. His tall figure towered above her now, and for a second, she forgot how to breathe.
"Say it," he said hoarsely, kneeling in front of her. "Don't run away now."
"I…" She closed her eyes. Took a breath. Her hands trembled as she reached forward and touched his cheek.
"Lucien, I feel it too. I don't know what this is—but it's real. I've never… felt anything like this."
His breath caught. His hands gently wrapped around her waist.
"I want to be the only one who touches you like this," he murmured, pulling her closer. "The only one who hears you breathe like this… who sees your blush, your fire, your pain. I want everything. But not without you saying yes."
She looked into his eyes.
"Then yes," she said, voice trembling. "I'm yours. Take me… all of me."
Something snapped in him.
He stood up, lifting her effortlessly in his arms. Their lips collided, hot and breathless, his hands exploring her body with worship and hunger, as if he was learning her by heart.
"I'll be careful…" he whispered against her lips.
"Don't be."
His growl vibrated through her skin. He laid her on the bed, and it began.
It wasn't just sex. It was possession. Devotion. Madness.
He kissed every inch of her—slow, rough, gentle, desperate. His fangs grazed her neck and she didn't flinch. She arched into him, whispering his name over and over until it didn't even sound like a name anymore—it sounded like surrender.
When he asked her again, "May I drink from you?"
She tilted her neck. "Yes. Just… stay close."
He bit. Gently. Carefully. She felt it. A pull, a heat, not pain.
Pleasure.
Intimacy unlike anything else.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as he drank just enough. Not to hurt her—but enough to bind them in a way words couldn't.
After that?
Their bodies tangled in sweat and warmth, his name whispered in gasps, her back arching with every movement. Her tears—soft, overwhelmed—mixed with his kisses.
He kept whispering:
> "Mine… mine… you're mine…"
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The Morning After
Sunlight spilled through the windows.
Aria stirred, sore in the most delicious way. Her eyes fluttered open. The room smelled of him—dark spice and moonlight.
She turned her head—
Lucien.
Sitting on the chair beside the bed. One leg crossed, a book in his lap. Shirtless. Hair messy. A cup of coffee untouched on the table.
And his gaze? Fixed on her.
"You look wrecked," he smirked.
She blushed hard and pulled the blanket up to her nose.
"Y-you were insane last night…"
He raised an eyebrow. "You didn't complain then."
"Lucien!"
He chuckled and stood. "Relax, baby girl. I didn't break you."
She hid her face in a pillow. "I'm never walking again…"
He leaned down, brushing his lips over her forehead. "That's fine. I'll carry you everywhere."
"You're so shameless…"
"I own you now. I have full rights."
Then he paused, face turning serious.
"I mean it, Aria. You're not just someone I touched. You're the only one I'll ever want. So if you ever even look at someone else—"
"You'll burn the whole world down?" she teased.
He smiled. A dark, wicked one.
"Worse."
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Later
She managed to get up—legs wobbling—and he handed her one of his shirts to wear.
She blushed again. "Do you have to stare while I change?"
"I've seen everything, sweetheart. Nothing left to hide."
She huffed and escaped to the shower. The hot water helped the soreness a little, but nothing could stop the heat in her cheeks.
When she came out, towel-wrapped hair, fresh skin, and his shirt clinging to her like a second skin…
He was waiting. Again. With breakfast.
"Eat. You'll need your strength."
"For what?"
Lucien leaned closer, voice low.
"Round two, after class."