She pulled back from our kiss, breathless. Her lips were trembling, face flushed a deep red, and her palm pressed gently against my chest, feeling the rapid beat of my heart.
Her gaze wandered over me—my face, my body, and the way I looked at her. There was a wild glimmer in her eyes, something untamed, something... desperate.
It was as if something inside her had snapped. She could no longer restrain herself.
Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, low and dangerous.
"I'm going to punish you," she said, lips brushing my ear. "I'm going to...Fuck you."
I blinked, stunned.
Punish me?
Before I could speak, she looked down at me, her expression shifting from desire to exasperation—like I was a clueless fool.
Then, without warning, her hand slid lower, grasping me through the fabric.
I gasped, squirming at the strange but not unpleasant sensation.
Her expression darkened with hunger, like a predator ready to devour her prey.
She stared down at what she held, now fully hardened, her breath hitching. For a moment, she hesitated, eyes widening as if questioning whether it would even fit.
But the curiosity and craving in her eyes won out.
She gripped it tighter, testing my reactions.
I tried to hold back, but every squeeze forced a soft moan from my lips.
Then, in one swift motion, she stripped off her clothes, revealing her body—glistening with sweat and flushed with heat.
Despite the boldness of her actions, her cheeks were burning. It was clear... this was her first time.
"You should feel honored," she said arrogantly, even if her voice trembled slightly. "This... this is my first."
Leaning down, she placed her hands on my chest for support. Her body trembled, but her eyes were locked onto mine, as if drawing courage from the storm in her heart.
Slowly, she began to lower herself, wincing at the unfamiliar sensation. I felt her tense, her breath growing shallow.
My mind was spinning. I didn't understand why she was doing this—. But even in my confusion, I didn't push her away.
Something inside me stirred. A craving. A need.
I wanted more—I needed to feel her, to ease the storm building within me.
And then, in a single motion, she slipped all the way down.
Her eyes widened in shock, a strangled sound escaping her lips as her thighs quivered. She collapsed against my chest, clinging to me as if her legs could no longer support her.
I could feel her trembling, hear her ragged breathing.
Her walls were tight, warm, and I noticed a trickle of blood—but I didn't pull away.
She looked up at me, dazed and flustered, but before she could say anything, I moved—slowly, instinctively.
With a gentle thrust, I buried myself inside her again.
Her eyes fluttered. She bit her lip, trying to resist—trying to stay in control.
But with every slow, deep movement, her resistance melted into moans.
"You... idiot," she tried to whisper, but her voice broke mid-word.
She sank her teeth into my neck, not out of rage, but from helpless frustration. Her nails scratched down my back, drawing red lines of pain that strangely only heightened the pleasure.
I didn't stop.
The pleasure was overwhelming—almost painful. Her pride and arrogance slipped away with every thrust, replaced by raw emotion.
Time blurred. The hours passed, our bodies moving as one.
Moans, gasps, whispered names—only those sounds remained in the dimly lit room.
Two hours later, I lay on the bed, breathless and aching. My body bore the marks of her—bite wounds, scratches, bruises.
She had collapsed into my arms, exhausted and flushed, her breathing shallow. Despite everything, she was still clinging to me tightly, as if afraid I might vanish.
I groaned in pain—our aftermath was intense. She had been too aggressive, too overwhelming. Yet even with the ache, I couldn't deny it.
I felt satisfied. I felt... something change between us.
Next morning...
Lucy woke up early seeing the scene of the aftermath made her hungry it was her first time but surely
in our next battle she would take control atleast she thought
Looking at my vulnerable body and almost otherwordly face made her hunger on the roof again
Then she called out for a Maid for some food but she didn't let the maid open the door and just left it out side the door
Once the food is given she get it immediately then wait for me too wake up She wanted too feed him
And also do it while she eat Licking her lips dangerously as she noticed that I've woken up
She also noticed the Marks she had given making her eyes Flash with hunger Possessiveness that she fully
Have him and marked him...