All Chapters of Delirium: A Dark Erotic Psychological Horror Romance: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

His lips were mine but not mine—too soft, too cold, like they weren’t made for this flesh.The pressure was unbearable, like my body was being forced to bend, to break, to surrender to something I couldn’t control.I couldn’t move.I couldn’t breathe.His mouth moved over mine, relentless, possessive.A hunger that made my stomach churn, made my skin crawl.His tongue slid across my lips, probing, tasting, as if claiming me, tasting the very essence of my soul.A sickening warmth spread through me.It was wrong.It was so wrong.This wasn’t love.This wasn’t desire.This was possession.The kiss deepened, his tongue slipping past my lips as if he were looking for something inside of me, something that I couldn’t escape.He tasted like ash, like something burnt and rotten—familiar, yet foreign.His taste coated my mouth, a bitter, metallic tang that made me want to gag.But I couldn’t pull away.My body moved as if it was his, not mine, my mouth parting, lips pressing into his, each mo

His hand slid down my arm, his touch smooth and cruel, tracing the line of the wound he’d left behind, like a painter admiring their work.I gasped at the sting, the pain pulling me out of my fog, but even that hurt seemed distant, muted.“Now, you’ll never be free,” he whispered, his voice so soft it was almost a lullaby. “Not as long as I hold this.”I looked down at the blade, gleaming in the dim light, and for the first time, I understood.There was no going back.There was only him, only this twisted connection that bound us together in ways I couldn’t even begin to comprehend.His eyes softened, but the smile never wavered.He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “You will be my greatest creation.”And as his cold breath ghosted over my skin, I realized that my fight had already ended.7LENAA sudden warmth rushed through me, strange and foreign.I could feel it crawling under my skin, spreading like liquid fire as if his words had sparked something deep inside

It drifted through the air like an omen, light and ethereal, the perfect contrast to the flames that raged in my veins.I shivered at its touch, the feather gliding down my neck, tracing the path where the whip had struck, and for a moment, the fire seemed to pause—frozen in place—allowing the feather to weave its magic.Cassian’s eyes glinted with something darker, something that saw through me, past the pain, past the fire, into the very core of what I was becoming.His fingers traced the line of my jaw, the feather dancing across my skin, almost gentle, almost cruel.The contrast between the heat and the delicate touch sent a wave of confusion through me, a twisting of my mind as I struggled to make sense of the pain and the pleasure, the fire and the softness."You feel it, don’t you?" he whispered, his voice like a caress. "The burn... and the feather. They’re two sides of the same coin. One without the other, and you would never be whole."The feather hovered at the edge of my l

It didn’t matter where I went—he was always there, lurking in the back of my mind, pulling at the threads of my sanity.I had tried everything to push him away, but nothing worked.Nothing mattered anymore.The mere thought of looking into the mirror was enough to send me spiraling, but I couldn’t stop myself.Each time, that twisted reflection of me mocked my every step, and each time, I felt my grip on reality loosen just a little more.The mirror had become my enemy, but also my only friend.It showed me the truth I didn’t want to see: the truth that there were two of me now.The real me—the one who had hopes, dreams, and fears—and the other, the one Cassian had crafted, a puppet with black eyes and a twisted smile.I didn’t know which one I was anymore.I was barely existing—my mind hanging by a thread, but there was still hope.Mira had come to me, pleading with me to let her help.She had been relentless.She told me she could help me fight him.She could save me.But I didn’t b

Delphine began to chant.Her voice was soft at first, barely a whisper, but with every syllable, it grew louder, more rhythmic.The words were foreign to me, ancient, carrying an unnatural cadence that made the room feel colder with every breath.I couldn’t understand what she was saying, but I felt it.The words were pulling something—something from deep inside me.My breath hitched as the ground beneath me trembled.It was working.Or was it?I could feel Cassian stirring, trying to fight back.His presence shifted, coiling around me like a snake, tightening with every passing moment.He hissed in my mind, louder now, almost drowning out Delphine’s voice.You think you can get rid of me? You think I’ll let them tear me from you?Mira’s grip on my temple tightened, her pulse erratic against my skin.She was trying to keep me grounded, but I was slipping—slipping into the void that was growing inside me.I could feel my fingers twitching, my body wanting to break free, to escape.Delp