AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.He lifts me roughly, making me wrap my legs around his hips as he carries me into my room. Placing me on the bed gently, he flips me on my stomach, and then on my knees.Next thing I know, he's entering me again, implaing me on his cock. We have been at it for the past..I have no idea of time. All I know is I've come at least four times on that table in the hallway, before he has me back here, on this cloud-like bed."Who do you belong to?" He asks again, his tone of voice reeking of burning desire and desperation, like he needs me to say I am his, or he would crash further, making me pay for my defiance."You." I moan out as he reaches below to flick my clit, his fingers massaging my walls as he fucks me from behind. With a hum of satisfaction, he sucks on my ear lobe, slightly tugging on it as he thrusts savagely in me."Ohh! I'm close." I moan as his thrusts turn harsher, pistoning in and out of me like his life depends on it."Will you put yourself in har
AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEWWe'd barely made it through the walls past the library when he set me on my feet in a corridor. The walls were wide apart, quiet, and lined with dark wood and floor-length windows that overlooked the garden. The light outside was dimming, the night fast approaching us as the evening sun bathed the hallway in gold and slightly brown rays, ecjoing a soft, seductive glow. His eyes, however, burned hotter than anything else in this moment.His gaze shifts suddenly, no longer watching me.He's consuming me.His eyes roam over my body, his hand on his chin as he watches each crevice his eyes can touch, the gaze setting me on fire."Take off your clothes. Slowly." He commands, his voice raspy, heavy, with just the right amount of dominance to set me over the edge.I blink, looking around in uncertainty. "Here?" He tilts his head, as though the idea of me questioning his command is strange to him, before he nods, his voice low and patient as he says."Slowly." He re
AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.The dining room is quiet. Not the quiet you get after a good meal, or the quiet you get while eating. It's rather a tense and uncomfortable silence that draws itself out for a long time, making you conscious of everything around you. This silence is...watchful, tense.Like one's on edge.Levi sits across from me, his sharp gaze on the table, like he's inspecting, looking for the slightest mistake, error, as he silently nitpicks about the table. The cutlery set is arranged like the queen and king are here to dine, and not just me and Levi.The plates and cups look to be made ot pure fine china, the spoons look to be made of actual gold, as the napkin on my thigh was folded by Levi himself, after he pulled my seat for me. The hallway is quiet, eerie, and unfeeling, and I do not hear even a beat, not until the featherlight footsteps of Martha, accompanied by a few other women, carrying the food in immaculate gold trays.The neatness of it all throws me off, not
AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.He helps me take off my clothes, slowly peeling them off my body.His hands slowly pop my buttons open, each button defenseless under his careful hands. His jaw clenches, his eyes zeroed in on the task."You don't have to do this," I whisper, saying it just in case he isn't comfortable, even though something in me says he's very happy to do this."I want to." He whispers, looking me in the eye, before undoing the last button and removing my trousers. I step out of it, and he picks it off the floor, before pausing to neatly fold it on the bed, smoothing it to ensure there are no wrinkles on it.Then, he lifts me like I'm, glass, as gently as possible, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist, as he carries me into the bathroom.Once the door opens, I'm met with nothing but marble, white walls. Each wall was as bereft of design as the rest of the house. That does not take away from how huge it is, though; the shower compartment is wide enough to be twice the
AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.THREE DAYS LATER.The room is quiet, save for the faint rustle of hospital sheets and the steady beeping of the machines that have become my lullaby. The past three days have consisted of Levi treating me like an egg, and I have barely lifted a finger. He bathes me, brushes my teeth, combs my hair, and makes sure I am well catered for. Yesterday, I had a ravenous craving for pizza, even though it was against the doctor's orders to eat anything greasy or cheesy. And Levi has followed up on every single instruction, administered my medication to me, barely missing a minute from the time I'm expected to take them, and of course, he refused to get me the pizza, not until the doctor approved it.The second he had the approval, he had someone get me the largest box in the restaurant, a few blocks from the restaurant, never leaving my side, and even watching me while I ate, a possessive twinge in his eyes.He leans against the wall, watching the room like he owns i
AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.The first thing I notice is the weight of the room.Not the feel of the IV needle in my arm. Not the ache in my head, and the discomfort from the bandage. Not the pounding headache racking through me. Not even the steady beeping sound from the machines I'm connected to.All I can see is Him.All I can feel is Him.He sits beside my bed, on a chair that looks uncomfortable as hell.His presence hits me like gravity.Undeniably, but still grounded.Levi Vale.The enigma, all six feet of pure sin and seduction, fury and raw obsession, sitting beside me like a storm ready to unleash its full potential. The fact that he's still here, beside me, even though I am sure he would have a truck load of cases, and applications to oversee at his company, investments to look over, and whatever else billionaires do to make sure their income is further away from the tax beacket of the masses, like myself.His hand is in mine.His tie is gone.His suit jacket is still on the fl