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Chapter 1202: Chapter 1202 Phoenix
Bella lay sprawled and breathless, chest heaving, thighs slick and trembling.
The torch flame flickered lower, casting long shadows that danced across sweat-sheened skin.
Ross’s release seeped steadily from her body, warm and unmistakable, marking the furs beneath her.
Across the chamber, Sebastian remained standing—eyes dark, intense, burning with an anger that had only grown sharper through the long performance.
His breathing was ragged now, though he hadn’t moved from his spot against the wall.
Sebastian stood in the shadows of the inner chamber night after night, a silent witness to his own slow unraveling.
At first, he had told himself it was duty. Love, even. Bella’s affliction—the wicked curse that had taken root in her blood after Ross gave her the medicine to save her life before... flared without warning, turning her veins to rivers of fire and her mind to smoke.
When it struck, the need was violent, all-consuming; if left unanswered, it would burn her from the inside out until nothing remained but madness and ash.
And what was infuriating was how she was only attracted to Ross when it happened.
Ross, with his unnatural stamina and raw physical power, was the only one who could meet it head-on, hour after hour, without faltering.
Sebastian had agreed because the alternative was losing her entirely. He couldn’t even touch his wife!
He had convinced himself he could bear anything if it kept her breathing, kept her whole.
But seven nights was a long time to stand in the dark and listen to your wife beg another man to ruin her.
The change in Bella came gradually, then all at once.
On the third night, her pleas were still laced with desperation rather than delight.
She clutched at Ross like a drowning woman, voice cracking as the curse clawed at her insides.
By the fifth, the desperation had shifted into something eager, almost celebratory.
And by the seventh, restraint was a forgotten thing.
Each evening followed the same merciless pattern.
The sun would dip below the ridge, painting the cave mouth in bruised purples and fading golds.
They would eat in near-silence—Sebastian forcing down stew he couldn’t taste, Bella flushed and restless, thighs pressed tightly together beneath the table, Ross lounging with lazy satisfaction as if he owned the very air they breathed.
Then, as the fire burned low, Bella’s breathing would change—shallow, quick, hungry.
Her eyes would glaze, pupils blown wide, and the curse would rise like a tide.
Ross never made her wait long.
He would rise, stretch, and crook a finger.
Bella would go to him without hesitation now, shedding armor and linen with trembling hands, sometimes not even bothering to reach the inner chamber before she was on him—back against the rough stone wall, legs wrapped around his waist, mouth open in a silent cry as he drove into her in one brutal thrust.
And then the words would start.
"Ohhhh yes! Fuck me, Ross! I need your big fat cock!"
Her voice rang clear and shameless through the cave, every syllable a fresh blade in Sebastian’s chest.
"Harder! Deeper! I can’t live without it anymore—please, Ross, don’t stop, never stop—Yessss!"
She screamed it without care, without a single glance toward whatever shadowed corner Sebastian had retreated to that night.
She clawed at Ross’s shoulders, raked nails down his back hard enough to draw blood, rolled her hips in frantic circles to take him even deeper.
Ross gave her everything she demanded—lifting her, bending her over crates, spreading her across the furs in positions designed to expose every inch of her surrender.
He took her against the wall, on the table where they had shared meals only hours before, once even on the cold stone floor with her legs hooked over his shoulders and her back arched like a bow drawn for war.
Sebastian watched less and less as the week wore on.
By the sixth night he could no longer stand close enough to see the details—the way her body glistened with sweat, the slick shine on Ross’s cock each time he pulled back, the tremor in Bella’s thighs as she came apart again and again.
Instead he retreated to the outer chamber, sitting on the bench with his head in his hands, trying to block out the sounds that carried mercilessly through the stone corridor.
The rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh.
Ross’s low, guttural growls of pleasure.
And worst of all, Bella’s voice—bright, broken, ecstatic—proclaiming over and over how completely, how irrevocably, she belonged to another man’s body.
"Gods, Ross, you’re so deep—yes, right there—fill me, please, I need to feel you come inside me again!"
He pressed his palms to his ears, but the words seeped through anyway.
He paced the outer chamber until his legs burned.
He stared into the dying embers until his eyes watered.
He even slipped outside once, into the biting night air, thinking the wind might drown her out—but the cave carried sound too well, and her cries followed him into the darkness like ghosts.
He wanted to cry, but the tears had dried up somewhere around the fourth night.
There was only a vast, hollow ache where his heart used to be, and the growing, terrible certainty that the woman he loved was slipping away—not stolen, but surrendered willingly, joyfully, to the curse and to the man who could feed it.
On the morning of the eighth day, Sebastian rose before dawn and stood at the cave mouth, watching pale light creep across the frost-rimed valley below.
Behind him, the furs in the inner chamber still carried the heavy scent of sex.
Ross slept sprawled and sated. Bella lay curled against him, one leg thrown possessively over his thigh, her face peaceful in a way Sebastian hadn’t seen in weeks.
He felt the shards of his heart grind together with every breath.
The curse showed no sign of breaking.
And Ross—smiling, tireless, unapologetic—remained the only thing standing between Bella and oblivion.
Sebastian tightened his hands into a fist until his knuckles whitened, wondering how long a man could keep walking when there was nothing left inside him but dust and echoes.