Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

KAEL

I reveled in the vision of her bent over my knee, the curve of her body tempting me with its soft resilience. Running a free hand over her shapely ass, I savored the feel of it through the flimsy fabric of her clothing. She cursed at me, a string of names that might have offended me had they not come from her lips. If it was anyone else, I would have ripped their heart out before they finished.

"Release me, or I swear?—"

"Empty threats, my little mouse," I chuckled, cutting her off and finding myself quite amused by her fiery spirit. "Your defiance only makes this more enjoyable."

"Don't you fucking dare," she spat, the venom in her voice clashing with the blush that I was certain bloomed on her cheeks.

The urge to see that blush spread was irresistible. My hand came down upon her clothed backside, the slap echoing in the room, her shriek following immediately after. Rather than cowering, she fought harder, thrashing against the hold I had on her.

The sound of her outrage was music to my ears, and I laughed harder, feeling the dark beast within stir with approval. Before she could squirm away, I snatched her flailing legs, securing them beneath my left thigh, hooking them so she was truly at my mercy.

"Admit your attraction to me, Ivy, and all this ends," I spoke against her ear, my voice low and seductive even as my hand met her ass again in another firm spank.

Instead of acquiescing, she lashed out with more threats. Her determination was admirable, but it would take more than harsh words to escape the lesson I intended to teach her tonight.

I extended the offer once more, my fingers tracing the edge of her waistband with deliberate slowness. She fought beneath me, a tigress spewing every insult in her arsenal, each one more colorful than the last. Unhurried, I savored the moment, inching her pants down to bare her knees. My caresses became more intimate through the thin fabric of her panties, eliciting softer mutterings from her. Her fire dampened but not extinguished. It only proved my point.

"Has all this attention made you wetter, Ivy?" The words came out as an amused murmur, as my fingers trailed between her thighs. The fabric was wet to the touch.

"Your wishful thinking," she snapped back at me, though her breath hitched as I spanked her again. Not in the slightest. I could smell her heady desire.

"Such spirit," I admonished softly, "but ill-advised when laid bare and vulnerable across my knee."

Her retort was swift, biting. "Maybe if you weren't such an asshole all the time, you'd have friends."

The cheekiness of it made me chuckle, even as another spank drew a shriek from her lips, quickly melting into a moan that betrayed her true feelings. "Say it, Ivy. Admit what you feel," I commanded, but silence was her stubborn reply. My hand descended once more, striking closer to the tender flesh of her thigh. Her curse was a whisper, her struggles fading to mere twitches.

I trailed a finger along the elastic edge of her panties, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. "You're even wetter than before," I observed with a low chuckle, feeling the dampness against my fingertips.

"Fuck you," she tried to spit out, but her voice wavered as I circled her clit through the thin fabric. My touch was light, barely there, yet it drew a shuddering breath from her.

"What was that?" I leaned in closer, my lips grazing her ear. "I didn't quite catch your words."

Her body tensed, awaiting another spank, but when none came, her defiance crumbled. "Please..." she murmured, so faint I almost missed it.

The single word was an intoxicating mix of reluctance and need. Without warning, I yanked down her panties and delivered another sharp spank directly on her now-bare flesh. The sound echoed in the room, mingling with her cry of surprise. My hand lingered, soothing the pink imprint it left behind with a gentle caress.

"You know what's required of you."

Silence was her response.

The rhythm of my hand grew consistent, each smack sending waves of heat across her reddening skin. Her moans crescendoed, filling the space between us with the raw sound of her pleasure-pain.

"Please!" She finally broke, the word bursting forth like a dam giving way under pressure.

I stilled, my hand hovering in mid-air. "What is it you want, Ivy?"

"Please... I want to come."

"And how do you propose to achieve that?" I asked, already knowing the answer I sought.

"Your cock," she breathed out, "I need to feel you inside me."

"Fucking finally," I said with satisfaction, allowing her to slide off my lap. She wasted no time shedding her clothes, while I undid my belt, my pants pooling around my ankles with a swift tug. The sight of her laid bare for me, by her own volition, was a vision of pure carnal invitation.

She moved to straddle me and I spun her around, a smirk playing on my lips. There was no better sight than her ass as she leaned down to reach for me between her thighs. The warmth of her hand against my cock was an exquisite sensation, one that became even more intoxicating as she guided herself onto me. The feeling of being fully seated within her sent shivers up my spine. Leaning back, I savored the view of her atop me, her movements hesitant at first but quickly gaining confidence.

"Ride me," I whispered, my voice low and commanding.

She obeyed, finding a rhythm that I imagined made her breasts sway enticingly. My hands couldn't resist the call of her body. They wandered to her chest, fingertips rolling and plucking at tender nipples. Each touch elicited a soft gasp from her lips, encouraging me to explore further. One hand traveled upward, wrapping around her delicate neck, feeling the rapid pulse of her blood beneath the surface. The other sought the sweet spot between her thighs, pressing into the bundle of nerves that I knew would unravel her completely.

Her grip tightened around my wrists, her nails digging in—a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

"Damn, you feel amazing," I murmured, allowing the truth of my lust to lace the words. "All warm and wet, dripping down onto the floor... You're stunning, straddling me like this."

With deliberate care, I adjusted my hold on her neck, preparing to heighten her pleasure with just a hint of danger. "Ask me to bite you," I taunted, knowing full well she would argue. I craved her defiance… and making her succumb to my will.

Defiance flickered in her voice. "No," she breathed out, stubborn even now.

I halted the teasing circles on her clit, and her response was immediate. Her frustrated wail filled the room, a raw sound of need. She begged for release, her hips trying to grind down on me, seeking an orgasm I wouldn't allow her to have. I held her still, my strength easily overpowering her desperation. There, fully sheathed inside her, I kept her motionless, feeling her become more desperate and frantic.

"Please," she pleaded, her voice breaking with the intensity of her desire.

"Ask me properly," I demanded, my control hanging by a thread as I felt every quiver of her body around mine.

"You're being unreasonable." Ivy muttered as she tried to buck her hips.

"Unreasonable?" My voice dripped with mockery. "It's a simple request, little mouse. One that could end this sweet torment."

She growled at me, a feral sound that vibrated against my chest. "You're a jackass."

Her insults were music to my ears, igniting the primal part of me that yearned for dominance. Yet, even as she lashed out, it was the venom in her words that betrayed the heat of her desire.

Leaning closer, I let out a low growl of my own, my breath hot against the shell of her ear. "You're mine," I whispered, the possessiveness in my tone resonating with a truth that ran bone-deep. "I've bathed in the blood of those who dared touch what belongs to me."

Inwardly, I confessed to the darkness that wrapped around my soul like a shroud. I was obsessed with her. The thought of anyone else laying hands on her made my vision turn red. I wanted to rip the eyes out of anyone who gazed upon her, peel their flesh for daring to touch her skin, and rip their hearts out for daring to desire her. I'd ended lives for less. For her, I would raze empires to ash.

"Gods, that's... that's hot." Her admission came as a pant, her body language shifting from resistance to resignation… a sweet surrender that I was addicted to.

"Wanting is not asking, my little venomous mouse," I reminded her, my voice a velvet threat. "Beg me."

"Please... please fucking bite me so I can fucking come." The words spilled from her lips, an invocation ripe with desperation and need. "There are you fucking happy?"

"More than you know." With a feral growl, I tightened my grip on her slender neck, stealing some of her precious air. My thumb found her swollen nub, circling with relentless intent. The sharp edge of my fangs pierced the delicate skin of her shoulder, drawing forth the sweet copper tang of blood.

Her body exploded beneath me, waves crashing over her as she surrendered to the ecstasy. The warmth of her release splashed over my hand, coating us both. I fucking loved it.

The world narrowed to the pulsing beat of her heart under my teeth, and the rhythmic clenching around my cock. I surrendered to the primitive urge, driving into her with an intensity that matched the ferocity of my obsession. The hot rush of release shot through me, and I groaned, a primal sound echoing in the room.

Carefully, I hoisted us both up, her soft, limp form draped over mine as I pulled her back onto the bed. The warmth of her still held my cock, and I refused to sever the intimate connection. It was illogical, this desire to keep my essence within her. The curse of my kind laughed at the notion of progeny. Yet, I craved it with every fiber of my damned existence.

Laying her down, I hovered above, continuing to move in languid strokes. It became a compulsion to coax every last drop from myself into her womb. My mind wandered, painting sinful images of a future that could never be… Her body swollen with new life, carrying a legacy born of shadow, blood, and damnation.

Her breathing evened out, and her eyelids fluttered shut. Even in her slumber, she drew me deeper, her warmth a siren call I couldn't resist. I lapped at the blood still trickling from the punctures in her skin, the taste of iron and spice igniting another hunger.

With deliberate movements, I began again, each thrust sending me deeper into obsession. Her unconscious moans were like a drug, even more addictive than her blood, spurring me on as I chased another release. And when it came, it was a cascade of possession. I'd marked her inside and out. And yet, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

I stilled, holding myself deep within her, ensuring not a single drop escaped. A sense of possession, fierce and unyielding, washed over me. She was mine, now and for all the eternities stretched before us.

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