KAELITH
The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, our bodies still entwined in the aftermath of that raw, possessive night. But I wasn't done with her — not by a long shot. The hunger that gnawed at me was more than physical; it was a craving to control, to dominate, to bend her will until it became an echo of my own.
She lay beneath me, pale skin flushed with need, eyes wide and searching. That vulnerability was a weakness I would exploit — and protect — in equal measure.
I traced my fingers along the curve of her jaw, watching the way her breath hitched when I let my nails drag lightly down her throat. The faint marks I'd left were badges of possession, proof she belonged to me.
"You think this is over?" My voice was low, a dark promise wrapped in silk and steel. "You think I'll let you go that easily?"
Her lips parted in a whisper, a tremble in her voice. "I'm yours…"
I smiled, cruel and sure. The words were a chain, and I was the only one holding the key.
I pushed her hair aside, my lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. I bit down hard, savoring the tiny gasp she gave me. My hands roamed lower, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress to cup the soft, wet heat that still lingered from our last encounter.
Her body was mine — slick, trembling, desperate. I slid two fingers inside her, slow and deliberate, curling to hit the places that made her shiver and arch beneath my touch.
Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed, lips parted in a silent plea. "Please…"
I didn't answer with words. Instead, I captured her mouth again, crushing my lips to hers with brutal hunger. My cock throbbed, heavy and swollen, aching to be buried deep inside her once more.
I stood, lifting her easily into my arms, her legs wrapping tight around my waist as I carried her to the bed. The world shrank to the heat of her skin beneath my hands, the slick wetness that coated my fingers, the desperate need burning in her eyes.
I laid her down gently but claimed her without mercy, pressing inside her slow and deep, watching the way her body trembled at my touch. The pace was cruel and relentless, each thrust a declaration — she was mine, every inch and every gasp.
Her cries filled the room, raw and unfiltered, and I bit down on her shoulder to stifle them. The sharp mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, a twisted dance of dominance and submission.
I ruled this night, this moment, this woman. And she gave herself to me fully, without hesitation, without doubt.
Because in the darkness, beneath the surface, she craved this. Craved me.
And I intended to own every part of her.