Chapter 76 Aurélie
aurélie
My body was cocooned in a foreign kind of heat—steady, grounding, and undeniably intimate. It was safe, a quiet assurance that I wasn’t alone, that I didn’t have to bear every burden by myself.
As my senses roused, I became acutely aware of the weight draped across my waist. An arm. His arm.
Oh. Mon. Dieu.
Chills that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room rippled through me as Callum’s stubble scraped the sensitive spots on my neck before he nipped my pulse point with his teeth.
I gasped, arching back into him, my nipples hardening beneath soft fabric I didn’t recognize.
He groaned, the vibrations sending another wave of sensations through me.
Dreaming. I had to be dreaming.
“Callum,” I whimpered, and his fingers flexed against my stomach. It wasn’t just the feel of his touch or the warmth of his body—it was what it meant. That he saw me, held me, even when I wasn’t sure I could hold myself together. And I decided to let myself lean into it.
His pinky finger dipped below the waistband of my panties, and wetness pooled between my thighs in anticipation.
Wait—was I dreaming?
I inhaled deeply, willing myself to focus around the raw desire coursing through me.
My eyes fluttered open, and the soft, golden light streaming through the curtains painted the room in a serene glow. Callum’s room. Callum’s bed. Callum’s arm.
I’d willingly come into his bed last night.
I was wearing his shirt—the fabric I hadn’t recognized.
I was horny because last night I’d wanted him to fuck me but was on too much of a power trip to let it happen. But the way he ate my pussy as though it were his last meal? Ugh. So fucking good. I couldn’t believe I’d never had an orgasm from oral before him.
Yeah, this was most definitely not a dream.
Holy shit.
I couldn’t stop from rolling my hips back into him, where, sure enough, I could feel his dick pressing against my ass. His hand pressed harder, holding me in place against him, and my stomach tumbled.
“Jesus fucking Christ, woman. Stay. Still,” he growled, his morning voice gravelly and so delicious that more desire unfurled, stoking a fire so hot inside that I was certain one small movement would snap what little control I had around him.
I should be panicking, questioning what I’d been thinking when I pulled him into the shower last night like some sinful, silk-gloved siren. It hadn’t been aggressive—it had been powerful. Intentional. And I didn’t regret a second of it.
But the answer was easy as to why I was here, why I hadn’t let myself walk away.
It was the quiet desperation, the hollow ache of loneliness, and the instinctive pull toward him.
Because even in the silence, even when it hurt—he was a balm I didn’t know I needed.
And somehow, he made the overwhelming weight I carried feel lighter.
Still, this was… a lot.
This was dangerous territory, crossing a line I’d sworn to keep intact.
What would happen now? What would people say if they found out?
If Luminis knew… if the media knew… My stomach twisted.
I’d clawed my way into this world, earned my place against impossible odds.
The last thing I could afford was to further risk my reputation—or worse, my heart.
And yet, here I was, horny and in his arms, so why not take the bull by the horns?
Honestly, after yesterday, I wasn’t sure anything could keep me from him now.
“You’re the one snuggling me, Fraser,” I whispered. “And it doesn’t feel like you mind.”
A low, groggy groan rumbled from behind me, tinged with amusement. “I am trying desperately to be a good friend.”
I laughed despite myself, the sound breaking the tension. “A good friend? Is that what this is?”
“You said you wanted to wait.”
“And yet, we haven’t kept our hands off each other.”
“I tried.”
“So did I,” I mused.
“It lasted all of four fucking days, Aurélie.”
“Mmhm. Interesting given you were the one who said nothing could happen last night.”
“I meant it,” he said, almost pained. “Right up until you opened the shower door and smiled at me like you owned me. You knew what you were doing in that goddamn shower, love.”
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. But you really were such a good boy.”
“You’re testing my limits,” he muttered, with a dramatic sigh. But the way his hand slipped beneath the shirt I was wearing? I knew he was remembering kneeling for me in the shower the night before. And putain, so was I. “It’ll never go away if you keep laughing and flirting with me.”
My laughter quieted when his hand moved, his fingers digging into my hips. Arousal coursed through me, heating my blood and drawing a soft moan from my lips. Callum stilled, but I was having none of that. I grabbed his hand and guided it under my panties.
His breathing kicked up a notch. “Aurélie—”
“Don’t overthink it.” My voice was pitchy as I threw the words he once spoke to me back at him.
He hesitated, and I pushed back into him again. “Fuck it,” he growled, rolling us both over until I was on my stomach and he was straddling me from behind. “You want to fucking test me, Auri?”
“I do,” I whimpered, wriggling my hips to get closer to him, but his position held me down.
My heart pounded in my chest, and my breath caught in my throat.
This was insane. This was dangerous. We’d agreed to one night after we’d already had one night, and yet I couldn’t remember why, because most of all, this felt right.
Besides, after last night… nope, I wasn’t going to deny myself the things I wanted anymore. I owed Callum for making me see everything differently.
His fingers trailed down my spine underneath my shirt, eliciting a shiver. I arched into him again, wanting so much more than just to push him to his limits. I wanted to shatter them.
His other hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling back as he adjusted his position behind me while I was on all fours. This was not something we’d done since Miami, and I trembled in anticipation, wondering if I could even handle it with the size of him while sober.
“You’re playing with fire, baby,” he said, tugging the shirt over my head. “And I’m not always going to be able to resist.” I bit my lip, turning to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes were blue pools of fire, hot and intense.
“So don’t.”
His gaze darkened, the corner of his lips lifting in a devilish grin. “You want me to lose control?”
My body trembled at the thought of it. “Yes.”
His palm cracked across my ass once—sharp and sudden—and I gasped, more surprised by how much I loved it than the sting itself. Another slap followed, then another, and my hips rolled back into him shamelessly. The ache it left behind only made me wetter.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he growled. “You like that?”
“Oui,” I whispered, breathless. “Don’t stop.”
Callum grabbed the back of my underwear and pulled until the fabric tore, leaving me completely naked.
I’d have to have a little chat with him later about ripping my clothes. It couldn’t happen—oh, fuck.
His hand delved between my thighs, one finger dipping inside me as he placed rough kisses across my shoulders.
I bucked against him, needing more friction, more penetration.
He groaned against my skin and pulled away, dragging his fingers through my wetness before pressing one of them against the tight rim of my asshole.
“You’re a naughty girl. You were dreaming about me, weren’t you? Is that why you were saying my name in your sleep?” His voice was thick with desire, his breath hot against my ear.
I nodded.
“Good. Since you’re nice and wet for me, love, I’m going to take what’s mine, but consider this your fucking warning, I’m not going to be gentle.
” He leaned over the side of the bed, reaching into the nightstand drawer to grab a condom and roll it on, and a moment later his pierced tip was resting against my entrance.
His thrust inside me was fast and hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through my body as I stretched around his cock. I cried out in surprise, my hands grasping the bedsheets. His next thrust was even deeper, so fucking deep it hurt in the best way as he continued his relentless pace.
“You like that?” he whispered into my ear before biting my shoulder, the pain so fucking good, so punishing. His tongue lashed out to soothe the bites, and I shuttered against him. “You want it rough? You want to feel me deep inside you, filling you up?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, rocking my hips to meet him thrust for thrust, not caring about the pain. “Ouais, ouais, ouais.”
Callum chuckled darkly before he sat up, one hand moving under us to rub my clit in circles, and my pussy convulsed around him.
That ache inside me was building, rising to the surface quickly.
A single finger trailed my crack, followed by a drop of liquid.
I tossed my hair over my shoulder to see him spitting, and he glanced up at me, meeting me with a look so dark and feral that I barely recognized him.
Holy. Shit.
If he ever looked at me like that in public, my panties would drop then and there and we’d be making a movie for the world to see.
All thought went out the window when I watched him press a finger into my ass, and all the sensations—his cock hitting my cervix, the stimulation to my clit, and now this—sent me over the edge. My body tightened everywhere before my orgasm tore through me.
“Look at you, you filthy girl, taking me so well. I can feel you all around me. Do you know how addicting this feeling is?”
I fought to catch my breath as I recovered, but he dragged it out with his ruthless thrusts.
Stars spun in my vision when he removed his fingers from my ass, his hand sliding up my spine before pressing down between my shoulder blades until I was face down in the sheets.
His pace slowed as he focused more on deep thrusts, the new angle stealing my breath.
“So pretty when you come like that, all wild and desperate.” He leaned down and nipped at my earlobe. “Scream if you want to. No one’s around to hear you but me.”
My voice caught in my throat at the thought, but I couldn’t hold it back. The pleasure building inside me was too intense until it burst forth as a scream that echoed through the room.
“That’s right,” Callum growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Scream for me, love. Let me hear how I ruin you—the way you fucking ruin me.”
The screams escaped my throat, each one fervent and passionate, as he pounded into me with a renewed intensity. My body shook with each surge of pleasure until finally, I felt him tense behind me. “I’m going to come,” he warned, his breath ragged in my ear.
I had never experienced anything quite like this before—the intensity of his possession, the frenzied desperation that coursed through us both. How he could make me feel so alive, so wanted, and yet so vulnerable. It was a heady mix of emotions, one that I was quickly becoming addicted to.
And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he let out a low, animalistic moan and thrust deep inside me one last time, his release flooding the condom as he murmured my name like a prayer.
His entire body shuddered, muscles trembling from the force of it, and then he dropped, his chest pressing against my back, his weight pinning me to the bed as he tried to catch his breath.
One of his arms curled instinctively around my waist, the other braced weakly beside my head, holding us both steady as he buried his face into the curve of my neck.
We stayed there for several moments, panting heavily, our hearts racing in unison. I felt boneless beneath him, so content and yet so alive. It felt like two halves finally joining to create a whole.
When he slowly pulled out of me, he turned me onto my side and wrapped his arms around me. His breath was still labored, and I could feel his heart thudding against my back. We stayed like that for a while, just savoring the aftermath.
“I didn’t mean to tear your underwear like that. I was caught up in the moment,” he muttered after a moment of silence.
I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of me. “It was a bit much, wasn’t it?”
He chuckled, but before he could respond, his phone blared with an alarm.
It cut the silence like a blade, shattering the fragile bubble we’d built in the early morning hours.
Callum groaned, reaching to silence it, and I felt the loss of his warmth instantly.
As I sat up, pulling the covers around me, the weight of the last day hit me.
I didn’t regret it. But I couldn’t ignore the questions swirling in my mind—about what this meant, about the risks we’d taken, about what came next.
For now, I shoved them aside, burying them under the armor I’d spent years perfecting.
Because in the paddock, I couldn’t afford to be vulnerable. Not with the whole world watching.