19
KYLO
I threw Evie onto her light blue comforter. My shadows made quick work of binding her wrists together again, looping around the bed posts so she couldn’t wiggle too far away.
I left her legs unbound merely because it was adorable to watch them flail and kick helplessly.
She couldn’t see my smile behind my mask, as I watched her tire herself out and succumb to her bondage.
Rage was hot and slick in my blood. She’d been toeing the line with her bratty tendencies before, but insinuating that another man would ever lay a hand on her again was not something I’d tolerate.
Evie was mine.
And she was starting to understand that now too. Hence the futile attempts to lash out and cling to her lingering independence.
She hated how much she wanted me. She hated what I did to her mind even more than what I did to her body. Because I was challenging all of her faulty beliefs. I was both the embodiment of and the antidote to her every last nightmare.
Her anger wasn’t about me. She’d been harmed long ago, and now she lived inside a cage of her own fear.
I was going to set her free.
She finally stopped writhing, her chest rising and falling as she let out a frustrated, high-pitched noise in the dark.
All of Evie’s noises were maddeningly sexy.
I slowly stalked toward her.
Her arousal was still the most overpowering scent in the room, eclipsing her fear by miles.
I casually sat at the edge of the bed. I took my time lifting my hand, trailing down the center of her darling white nightgown. When I reached her navel, Evie bucked and let out a noise equally cute and feral.
“Did you just growl at me?” I laughed.
“No,” she said harshly. “I don’t growl .” She huffed. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because you love it,” I said.
“I do not !”
I made a soft tsking noise, wordlessly conveying my displeasure with her lies.
I kept my hand on her navel, slowly making a circle with my fingertip. That was all she was going to get until she begged for more.
The most primal, instinctual thought infected my mind as I stared at her stomach beneath the layer of thin white fabric. Evie would look so fucking perfect carrying our children. Our powerful children.
I didn’t think I’d ever seriously thought about procreating before this moment.
Evie made another frustrated sound, twisting under my soft, teasing touch inches away from where she wanted me most.
“I said only good girls get rewarded,” I said. “But if you use your words to tell me what you want, I will grant it.”
She glared up at me with precious rage.
“You have twenty seconds.”
I continued to lightly trace the same circle around her bellybutton. When I dipped lower than before, almost to her pubic bone, she gasped. But I was quick to trail back up.
“Ten seconds.”
She stared up at the ceiling as if she wanted it to collapse and crush us both beneath the rubble. She tried to move her thighs together to give herself relief, and I let two tendrils of shadow yank her legs apart.
“I hate you,” she repeated, shutting her eyes.
So vulnerable, so embarrassed. It made my cock painfully hard.
“Three seconds.”
I yanked my hand back. Evie let out a frustrated, high-pitched noise of defeat.
“I want you to make me come,” she said, as if the words were nails scraping out of her throat.
“Much better. Thank you for telling me the truth, angel.”
In a burst of movement, I had Evie pulled up against my chest as I rested against the headboard. I kept her legs spread wide and let her bound wrists fall down to her stomach.
When my lips brushed the side of her head, I relished her shudder of pleasure.
“If you want me to stop, tell me. And I will,” I whispered.
“Oh, good. I’m so glad the vampire who’s been obsessively stalking me and broke into my home to attack me cares about consent.”
I reached between her legs, and a deep groan escaped my lips at what I found.
“Shhh, baby. Or I’ll take away your talking privileges.”
Evie was fucking soaking wet. Slick and ready for me just like I knew she would be. I could feel it even over her cotton panties.
At my touch, she went beautifully quiet and still. Her breathing turned shallower. Her heart stuttered.
Fuck, it did ungodly things to me knowing I would be the first to make her come undone like this—knowing no man had ever satisfied her the way I would.
I was going to ruin her, but not because I gave a damn about purity .
But because I wanted to flood this precious girl with all the pleasure she didn’t believe she deserved. I wanted to be everything she wanted and needed until she felt in her bones just how special, perfect, and worthy she was, and had always been.
I slipped my fingers under the fabric. Her legs were already trembling at the barest of touches.
This poor, needy girl. Deprived for too long.
I teased her sensitive clit slowly at first, testing and learning from her reactions. She moaned, breathy and desperate.
“How in the fuck has no one made you come before?” I asked, angry and raw. “You are my new favorite toy. I fear I won’t be able to stop playing with you once I start.”
I circled her with more pressure now, feeling the way her legs shook, and her breathing shifted. She arched her back, and I held her tighter against me.
“Good girl, angel,” I said.
I fucking loved the way she melted against me when I praised her, already finding comfort in pleasing me.
“I’m scared,” she mumbled, panting, her skin heating as she climbed closer to release.
She was scared to let go. She’d spent her whole life running. Of course she was terrified of ever being so vulnerable.
I knew the approach she needed.
“You will come for me,” I said. I closed my hand around her throat with only faint pressure. “You don’t have a choice.”
Her moans grew louder, more violent, and I didn’t relent. I didn’t let her escape my touch as it quickened with increasing pressure.
I didn’t know if my fangs or straining cock had it worse. Her blood was rich with arousal, and I could scent the moment she reached the point of no return.
I kept steady, driving her over the edge as she whimpered.
And the moment she came, I pulled back all of my shadows and flipped to pin her underneath me.
I retracted the lower part of my mask, and I finally captured those perfect pink lips with mine. In the aftermath of her release, she was endearingly pliable. I conquered her with ease, finally teasing that bratty tongue with my own as I invaded her mouth and claimed every inch. I tugged her bottom lip with my teeth, letting my fangs lightly scrape.
It wasn’t nearly enough. If I was a weaker man, bloodlust would’ve overtaken me the moment her timid lips began to move with equal desperation. Her tongue tentatively traced the outline of my lips before going in search of mine.
She moaned contentedly into my mouth, and it made me lightly grind my hips against her core.
Evie was done for. She might fight me for a while longer as she learned to trust me. But I knew her threats were empty. Her resistance was futile.
I finally broke away to stare into her wide gray eyes.
Her cheeks were flushed, her forehead dewy. She felt my lips with the pad of her finger, and when she traced my jaw, it was as if she were mourning something.
She knew who I was. She just didn’t want to admit it out loud. She didn’t want to make it true. She wasn’t ready to fully leave her blissful ignorance.
I didn’t blame her.
I would be the monster under her bed for as long as she needed.
“I’m going to hold you, and you’re going to fall asleep.”
She furrowed her brows, as if the words were spoken in a different language. “Why?”
“Because in my arms is the safest place you will ever be.”
She continued to stare at me as if none of my words made sense to her. Like I was a figment of her imagination that might disappear any second.
I shuddered to think of what her recently deceased child of a boyfriend had conditioned her to believe about pleasure, sex, and expectations.
Her distrust melted into something else when I stroked her cheek with my knuckles.
Beautiful, innocent curiosity.
It might’ve even been hope that flashed in those stormy gray depths, for the briefest of moments.
I pulled her under the covers and into my hold. My shadows slithered blissfully around her form in wisps of smoke, satisfied to finally be so close.
Evie was slow to relax as always. Waiting for me to reveal some unspoken motive or deception or trick.
Instead, I let my breathing deepen, and I slowly ran my fingers through her angelic blonde hair.
At this, Evie finally let go. Her tension melted away. My good girl enjoyed when I played with hair just as much as I enjoyed doing it.
I loved making her feel safe.
When her heart decidedly calmed, mine followed. I inhaled the scent of her floral shampoo, remembering the first time I saw her in the square, lugging an empty wagon behind her.
No, I wasn’t a nihilist.
I knew the world was a place of hidden meaning, inexplicable magick, and intertwining fates, because I knew Evie was mine the moment I laid eyes on her.