All Chapters of Crimson Bloomed: Ascend: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 52: She Said My Name Like She Meant Forever Aria couldn’t think anymore. Her mind was spinning — a tangle of heat and breath and the endless wave of pleasure that kept washing through her. Selene’s mouth was still on her, slow and deliberate, pulling every broken sound from her lips like it was a sacred spell. Her thighs trembled, voice reduced to scattered whimpers and gasps that barely felt like her own. Her fingers clenched the sheets beneath them, but it was useless — there was no ground left to hold. Just Selene. Selene’s cool, perfect mouth. Selene’s hands gripping her thighs like Aria was hers. Because she was. Aria didn’t remember when she stopped resisting, or when she stopped hiding how sensitive she’d become, how easy it was for Selene to break her apart again and again. The overstimulation should’ve been too much, but instead — she chased it, craved it, welcomed every shiver that rocked her body every time Selene flicked her tongue just right, every

Chapter 54: When Desire Burns, Nothing Else Really Matters Anymore Aria’s breath hitched in ragged bursts, lips parted wide as Selene’s mouth worked its way deeper, her tongue tracing patterns that sent shivers radiating from the core of her body. Every stroke, every flick was a quiet promise, a spell whispered in silence that left Aria trembling, utterly undone. She was drenched in heat and wetness, slick with the slick fire that roared beneath her skin. Her fingers curled tightly into the sheets, clutching whatever felt solid in a world that had turned liquid beneath her. Selene’s hands gripped her thighs with possessive strength, pulling her hips just so, coaxing her body to open wider, to fall apart more completely under her touch. Her mouth was cool but fierce, relentless in the way only Selene could be, and Aria’s body betrayed her completely — muscles throbbing, voice reduced to helpless gasps and breathless moans she didn’t even recognize as her own. She’d tasted passion

Chapter 56: Cold Hands, Hot Trouble Aria was dreaming again — not the kind she could control, not the kind she wanted to wake from. It started with Athena, her mouth like a command, her body like fire. Aria felt herself melting under every touch, every demand. Then the scene twisted — just like dreams do — and Selene was suddenly there instead, her skin ice - cold and her lips even colder. Aria gasped in the dream as Selene pinned her down, voice low and wicked in her ear, tongue teasing and slow. She whimpered in her sleep, her legs tensing beneath the heap of borrowed shirts they’d turned into a bed. “Ahh — Selene… wait, I - I don’t…” Her breath hitched, her voice small and half - pleading as her hips bucked against nothing. “Hmmm I — d —don’t — god — don’t lick — I— I…” Her thighs squeezed together in her sleep, chasing that heat. Her dream blurred again — Athena’s grip, Selene’s mouth, her own trembling need building sharp and hot behind her eyelids — until the moment just bef

Chapter 58: Bound in the Dark Aria stepped into the dream not with hesitation, but with gravity. The moment her body fell into sleep, she was already walking — barefoot, breath soft, trailing mist at her ankles. The world around her shimmered in shades of violet and obsidian, the scent of rain and smoke clinging to the air. This wasn’t her Eden or Zero. This wasn’t even a place carved by her own subconscious. This was Riri’s domain. The cave opened before her like a maw of the divine, glowing faintly from within, a pulse like a heartbeat humming through the dark stone walls. She knew it the moment she stepped through: Riri was awake. Watching. “Riri,” she whispered into the cool dark. Something massive moved — quiet, slick, powerful. Aria’s breath caught in her throat as coils slid from the shadows, scaled black streaked with gold and deep red, wrapping slowly around the base of the chamber like a throne in motion. The serpent rose from the stone, gliding along the smooth floor un

Chapter 60: She Tastes Like Sin and Summer Heat Aria woke with the memory of hands on her skin and breath on her lips, her chest rising too fast for sleep. The dream was already fading, but the warmth remained, low in her belly and blooming against her flushed cheeks. She stretched slowly, blinking against the morning light. Her shirt was twisted, legs tangled in the sheets, and there — just above her hip and again along her collarbone — were two distinct marks. Not bruises. Not scratches. Symbols. One curved and glowing faintly silver - blue, the other jagged like a flame, pulsing a deep crimson that faded into gold at the edges. Her fingers traced them. The skin was sensitive but not painful, as if the sigils had always belonged to her. She pressed her face into the pillow, blushing so hard it almost hurt. She was alone in bed, but her body still buzzed like someone had whispered things she wasn’t ready to say out loud. A shiver slid down her spine. She needed to move, needed t