CHAPTER 15: CHAPTER 15: I CONFESS

"I confess," Flora continued, her voice trembling, "there is someone ... someone I hold dear. In the height of my stress, I...I used him."

Aiden’s pen moved faster, scribbling more words—lewd, unholy phrases that seemed ripped from the forbidden tomes of a lustful deity.

Amber’s lips parted, her gaze locked on his, the tension between them electric.

His ember gauge flickered in his mind, dropping to 0%. The hunger was unbearable now, a wildfire in his blood. He couldn’t wait any longer.

He stepped closer, his hand cupping Amber’s chin, tilting her face toward his. Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, his tongue swirling with a desperate edge.

Her eyes widened, her body tensing as she glanced at Flora’s shadow, but the heat of his kiss melted her resistance. His hand slid to her chest, squeezing the curves she’d tried to conceal beneath her habit. She gasped into his mouth, her mind spiraling back to the church, to the bed where he’d marked her as his.

The church’s tradition forbade confessors from seeing each other’s faces, a safeguard for nobles whose sins could topple dynasties.

Amber had been appointed to this sacred duty, a new role bestowed by Father Matthias himself. But now, as Aiden’s hands roamed her body, she was failing that duty, drowning in the same lust she was meant to absolve.

"I confess," Flora went on, her voice thick with shame, "I found joy in taking advantage of him, night after night, lusting over him again and again."

Amber tried to listen, to fulfill her role, but Aiden’s touch was a siren’s call. ’No, I shouldn’t,’ she thought, even as she pulled him closer, guiding his hand beneath her habit, between her thighs. Her eyes pleaded with him, torn between duty and desire.

Aiden nodded, his grin wicked as he gestured for her to stand. He sank into the chair, patting his lap. Amber hesitated, her heart pounding, but the pull of his aura was too strong. She settled onto his thighs, her body trembling with anticipation, waiting for his next move to drag her deeper...deeper into sin.

Flora’s confession continued, each word a weight lifted from her soul. "I confess... I lust for him every night. The only thing stopping me is the fear of rumors. I confess... I think of him, pleasing myself, committing shameful acts unfit for a noble like me."

Aiden didn’t hesitate. His hands lifted Amber’s long gown, revealing her thick, creamy thighs. He savored their softness, his palms gliding upward until they reached her drenched underwear. Amber’s breath grew ragged, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his lips grazed the sensitive skin of her neck, her veil long discarded, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulder.

She was his—fully, irrevocably. The hard evidence of his desire pressed against her, a reminder of how he’d claimed her before, rough and unrelenting.

Did she dare let him take her again, here, in this sacred space, while Flora bared her soul? Would the Holy Father forgive her? She didn’t care—not when his fingers slipped beneath her underwear, finding her most sensitive spot with unnerving precision.

"Ah—" Her moan was cut off by Aiden’s hand clamping over her mouth, his other hand moving slowly, teasing her drenched valley.

"I confess," Flora said, her voice breaking, "with the Holy Father as my witness, I want his... long, thick... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say such things. No....., this is part of the confession..... I yearn for it. Please, forgive me, Holy Father, for these sinful thoughts."

Amber’s mind was a storm, her senses ensnared by the wicked pulse of Aiden’s touch. His fingers, charged with the dark, intoxicating power of his incubus blood, didn’t just move—they vibrated, a supernatural cadence that thrummed through her core like a forbidden hymn.

Each rapid, deliberate motion sent bolts of pleasure searing through her, unraveling her composure thread by thread.

Her thighs clenched instinctively, trying to trap the molten fire building within her, but it was no use—her body was a traitor, quivering on the edge of oblivion.

’No, I can’t... I’m about to... Gods, not here...’

"Give in...," Aiden whispered, his voice a velvet blade slicing through her defenses, low and dripping with sinful promise. His lips brushed the sensitive shell of her ear, his breath hot and teasing. Biting it with tease and a bit of pain.

Her breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping before she could stop it.

She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his shirt as she fought the tide of desire threatening to drown her.

"Aiden... we shouldn’t..." she gasped with a whisper, her voice trembling, but her body arched into his touch, betraying her protest. "Not here... not now..."

Amber’s eyes darted to the curtain, where Flora’s silhouette flickered in the golden light, her confessions a distant hum against the roar of her own heartbeat.

The risk, the sacrilege, only fueled the fire. "You’re... you’re wicked," she breathed, her voice a mix of accusation and longing, her hips shifting restlessly against his hand.

"You’ll ruin me..." she whispered, the words slipping out like a confession, raw and desperate. Her head fell back against his chest, her blonde hair spilling loose as her veil slipped to the floor, forgotten.

"ohh...ohh I will," he purred, his lips trailing down the side of her neck, nipping lightly at the tender skin.

His fingers pressed deeper, their vibrations intensifying, finding that perfect spot that made her vision blur and her breath catch in a silent scream.

’ahhhhhh!!!!!’ she moaned, her mouth covered by Aiden.

Her body convulsed, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through her, tearing apart the last threads of her restraint.

Her silent cry echoed in her mind, her hips bucking wildly against his hand as she rode the crest of her release.

Aiden’s palm clamped over her mouth, muffling the desperate moan that threatened to betray them, his other hand guiding her through the aftershocks, prolonging her ecstasy until she was a trembling, boneless heap against him.

Her skin was flushed, glistening with the heat of their sin, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps as she melted into his chest.

Aiden’s lips brushed her ear again, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "so...how was it?" His fingers lingered, tracing lazy circles that kept her on the edge of another tremor, teasing her oversensitive nerves.

"....Sensational," she gasped, her voice too loud, raw with the aftermath of her surrender, her cheeks burning as she realized her mistake.

"Sensational?" Flora’s voice cut through the haze, startled.

"No, no—sensitive!" Amber corrected, scrambling to regain control. "Sensitive information, I mean."

"...Yes," Flora said, her tone uncertain. "This is a sensitive topic. I trust it stays between us and the Holy Father."

"Of course," Amber said, her voice shaky but convincing.

Aiden glanced at his system interface:

[Ember: 45%]

’Fuck...., I want her,’ he thought, his hunger still simmering. Taking her fully would push his ember to 100%, but for now, he was sated enough.

He wrapped his arms around Amber’s waist, pulling her close. "....I want to confess my sins, too," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction.

"Tonight... be ready."

Amber’s eyes met his, and before she could stop herself, she kissed him fiercely, her hand scribbling something on the parchment.

Aiden grinned, tucking the note into his pocket as he set her back in the chair. "Until then," he murmured, kissing her forehead before slipping out of the room.

Amber watched him go, her body still humming with his touch. Flora’s confessions droned on, each word a mirror of Amber’s own desires.

Oh, how she longed to hear his sins, to feel his desires plunge deep inside her again. The thought sent a shiver through her, and she clutched the chair, torn between duty and the promise of his return.

Outside, Aiden unfolded the note, his golden eyes glinting as he read the words:

....Locktust Street 143, House No. 4..

A wicked smile spread across his face. A place to recharge, to unleash his lust, to feed his incubus soul. The night couldn’t come soon enough.