Chapter Twelve

The kiss was a fierce collision of breath and desperation. His cold, rough lips met mine with a low, guttural growl that vibrated through my chest. There was nothing tender—just raw, untamed hunger. It felt like he was claiming me, sinking his claws into something he believed belonged to him. His hands still pinned my wrists above my head, reminding me that he had the control, yet there was something electrifying in the powerlessness. My heart pounded, and the air between us felt charged with more than just fear.

I broke away, gasping, breathless. "Do it," I whispered, my voice trembling with an unspoken need I barely understood. "Don't stop."

His eyes flickered with a dark intensity. He growled again, the sound rippling through me like a promise. His claws slid down my arms, dragging heat in their wake, before lifting me effortlessly. He tossed me onto the bed, his strength both terrifying and thrilling. The old mattress groaned under my weight, but my mind barely registered the sensation. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him stalk toward me, his wings rustling like a whisper of something inevitable.

I felt vulnerable, exposed, yet didn't move. The atmosphere in the room shifted as he drew closer. My pulse quickened, a heat building deep inside me, a growing need I couldn't control. His dark gaze lingered on my body, and though it should have terrified me, my skin tingled with anticipation.

He crouched between my legs, claws tracing the delicate skin of my thighs, parting them with deliberate grace. I trembled beneath his touch, gasping at the surge of sensation. My body responded instinctively, every nerve alive with need.

"Please," I gasped, caught between fear and desire. "Please…"

He paused, watching me with those dark, predatory eyes. There was something almost curious in the way he regarded me, as if I were a puzzle he couldn't quite figure out. His gaze held mine for a long moment before his head dipped lower, his breath brushing against my skin. I bit my lip, trying to stay composed, but I could feel myself unraveling under his touch.

His mouth moved lower, and when he pressed his lips against me, I let out a soft moan. There was no rush in his exploration—everything was slow, deliberate. He was testing the boundaries, savoring the way my body responded to him. The heat between us intensified with every moment. My back arched slightly, and I could feel the tension coiling tighter inside me.

He growled again, a deep, primal sound that sent a shiver down my spine. His grip tightened on my legs, claws grazing my skin—not enough to hurt, but just enough to remind me of his control. My heart raced, the pounding echoing the rhythm of his movements.

I closed my eyes, trying to hold onto some control, but my body betrayed me. I felt everything—every deliberate stroke, every flicker of his touch. The pleasure built inside me, slow and torturous, as though he were drawing it out, savoring every second of my unraveling.

I was powerless, and I hated it as much as I craved it.

His hands moved up, tracing the curves of my body, grazing over my nipples. My breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping as his fingers found my sensitive skin. His claws curled slightly, teasing me, and my body reacted before my mind could catch up. A shameful pleasure shot through me, heat spreading across my skin.

The Creeper didn't stop. His grip was firm, holding me in place as though he wanted me to fully understand how much power he held over me. His rough hands and primal hunger pulled at something deep within me, something I couldn't explain.

I moaned, my hips shifting, betraying my desire. Every touch sent electric shocks through me, leaving me trembling. Fear, need, and confusion swirled together until I could no longer separate them. I wanted to fight it, but my body had other plans.

My pulse raced, breath coming in short bursts as the tension built to a breaking point. And then, in one agonizing moment, it snapped. My body arched, shuddering as waves of pleasure ripped through me, overwhelming and unstoppable. I gasped, the sound raw in my throat, my legs trembling uncontrollably as the sensation crashed over me.

His growl deepened, satisfied, but he didn't stop.

Even in my haze, I could feel him watching me. The hunger in his eyes was darker now, but there was something more—something that made my heart pound even harder. It was as if he was feeding off more than just my body. My pleasure wasn't just for me—it was for him, too. He reveled in it, savoring every moment. I could see it in the way his gaze lingered on my trembling form and how his claws pressed just a little deeper into my skin.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled away. Each slow breath moved through him deliberately, his body rising and falling with careful control. His eyes flickered, meeting mine, and in that moment, I saw something that both terrified and fascinated me. He hadn't just claimed my body—he had claimed something deeper.

I lay there, still trembling, my body weak from the intensity of what had just happened. The Creeper watched me for a long moment, his eyes dark and consuming. There was a strange calm between us, as though something unspoken had passed—a connection I didn't fully understand.

But then, his head snapped up, ears twitching as if sensing something I couldn't. His attention shifted away from me for the first time. The cold reality hit me.

We weren't alone. It had to be Katie!

I reached out instinctively. "Wait—"

But he moved too fast.

In a single motion, his wings flared wide, powerful and violent. A gust of air swept over me as the Creeper rose, looming above me for a moment before disappearing into the shadows with a thunderous beat of his wings.