Page 48 of Felix

“Got some info,” Angel says, his words clipped and to the point. “Nothin’ on the news or hospital lists ‘bout any handless stiffs. As for the rings, they’re cheap shit, sold fifty years ago. Check if there are any markers, names, numbers, whatever.”

“Will do,” I grunt out, my eyes drifting back up the staircase, yearning for that hot water and steam rising off Aurora’s glistening skin. But this shit takes priority.

“Talk soon,” I say and hang up. My heart is pounding, but not just from the call. It’s the goddamn adrenaline still pumping through me.

Aurora is upstairs, washing away the gore and grime, but I know she’s also trying to scrub away the memories and fear. I want to be there, holding her, protecting her. But first, I have to deal with this. I need to figure out who’s fucking with us so we can rip them apart, piece by piece.

“Alright,” I mutter to myself, my fists clenching. “Let’s see what you got.”

As I head to the basement again, the darkness of our world wraps around me like a cloak, whispering promises of vengeance and redemption. It isn’t pretty and clean, but it’s ours, and we’ll fight tooth and nail to keep it that way.

The basement’s damp air wraps around me as I descend the stairs—cold and unforgiving, just like the life we’ve beenforced into. But there isn’t time for sentimental bullshit. I need answers.

“Alright, you fucking rings,” I mutter under my breath, unwrapping the butcher paper they’re nestled in. “Give me something.”

I take a closer look at the male’s ring. Sure enough, there’s an engraving—LH with a small heart. “Fucking precious,” I scoff. Snapping a photo, I fire it off to Angel, hoping he can make something of it. As for the woman’s ring—plain as day, not a single mark. Figures.

“Fuck, Aurora,” I whisper, my thoughts drifting back to her. I imagine the water cascading down her body, washing away the blood and pain. The thought of her moaning my name, her nails digging into my skin, it’s almost too much to bear. Shoving the hands back into the cooler, I climb the stairs. I can feel my pulse quicken with every step. It’s not just the adrenaline from before but the anticipation, the raw desire I have for that woman. She may be damaged, but so am I. We’re perfect for each other.

“Hey, darling,” I say, striding into the bathroom and stripping off my clothes without hesitation. Aurora’s tense form relaxes slightly, her eyes meeting mine in the steamy mirror. “Don’t mind if I join you, do you?”

“Whatever,” she grumbles, but I can see the flicker of something in her eyes. She isn’t as annoyed as she pretends to be.

I slip into the shower behind her, letting the hot water wash over me. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her close. “You did well today,” I murmur into her ear, my breath hot on her skin.

“Thanks,” she mutters, leaning back against me. I can feel the tension ebbing away from her body. But I want more than that. I want her to feel alive, let go of everything else, and be here with me.

“Remember who holds your body,” I growl out, nipping at her neck hard enough to make her squirm.

“Always,” she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of the water.

My hands glide down her belly, fingertips grazing her smooth skin. I can feel her breath hitch as my touch reaches her pussy, fingers teasing at her clit with a featherlight stroke. Her hips start to sway, her body panting for more, begging me without words.

“Fuck, Felix,” she gasps, the need in her tone sending a jolt of arousal up my spine.

“Tell me what you want, Aurora,” I growl out in her ear, my voice low and possessive.

“More… please,” she whimpers, her body arching towards my touch.

“Good girl,” I praise, my free hand guiding her to bend forward, exposing her wet pussy to me. My hard dick presses against her entrance, and I slip inside her tight walls, her inner muscles gripping me like a vice.

“Shit, you feel so good.” I grunt, pumping slowly, dragging every inch of my length out and then pushing back in, making her moan and squirm beneath me. The sound of our wet bodies coming together fills the steamy shower, mixing with her breathy pleas.

“Please… faster,” she begs, her voice cracking with desperation.

“Patience, baby,” I murmur, maintaining my torturously slow pace. My hand snakes around her body, finding her clit once more, fingertips moving in deliberate circles as her arousal builds.

“God, don’t stop,” she moans, her legs trembling with the effort of holding herself up.

“Come for me,” I command, quickening my touch on her clit just enough to tip her over the edge. She cries out, her body shuddering as her orgasm rips through her, her walls clenching around me.

“Fuck, Aurora.” I groan, feeling my release building deep inside my balls. I tighten my grip on her hips, the need to claim her driving me wild. With a few rough thrusts, I pound into her, chasing her orgasm with another, making her scream my name as pleasure crashes over her again.

“Goddamn,” I gasp, my balls tightening before I shoot my load inside her, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.

My dick slips out, and I press my lips to her slick back, breathing into her skin. “I love you, Aurora,” I say, letting the words hang in the steamy air.

“Stop fucking coming in me!” she snaps back, water streaming down her face. “I don’t want a damn kid! Get me on the pill already.”

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