Chapter 22 #2
I didn't move. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her, pinning her to my chest, pulling her close so she could hear the erratic beat of my heart.
"I'm not going anywhere," I said, my voice possessive and low.
"You can't just break into my house and expect me to be okay with it," she murmured, though she leaned into my touch.
"I can and I will. I'm obsessed with you, Lantana. It's a sickness. I spend every waking second thinking about the way you smell, the way you taste, the way you look when you're sleeping."
She sighed, her breath warm against my neck. "You're a lunatic."
"Your lunatic," I countered, kissing the side of her neck. "Don't be mad at me. Please. I just need to be near you."
"You're impossible," she whispered.
"I'm devoted. There's a difference."
I shifted slightly, the friction of my cock still inside her causing her to let out a small, involuntary moan. I smiled against her skin.
"Still want me to leave?" I teased.
"Shut up," she replied, her arms finally winding around my neck, pulling me closer.
"I love the way you fight me," I murmured. "It makes it so much better when you finally give in."
"I haven't given in."
"Your body says otherwise. Your pussy is still hugging me like it's afraid I'll vanish."
"Maybe it is," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
The admission hit me harder than I expected.
I tightened my grip, my heart swelling with a feeling I didn't know how to name.
I had spent my life in the dark, moving through the shadows, taking what I wanted.
But this was different. This wasn't just about hunger or possession.
It was a pull, a gravity that I couldn't fight.
I was falling for her, and the realization terrified me as much as it thrilled me.
"I'm staying," I whispered, my voice sounding like a vow. "Whether you like it or not, I'm staying in your life. I'll protect you. I'll ruin you. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you're mine."
"You're so arrogant," she whispered, but she kissed me then, a soft, lingering press of lips that tasted of rose oil and desire.
"I'm honest," I replied, deepening the kiss, my tongue sliding into her mouth to claim her once again.
I felt her relax completely under me, her breathing syncing with mine.
The dim light of the room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of us in a world of skin and sweat.
I knew I was a monster. I knew my love was a twisted, dark thing.
But as I held her, feeling her heart beat against mine, I knew I would burn the world down before I let her go.
"Just... don't do the biting thing again without warning," she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips.
I chuckled, the sound vibrating in my chest. "No promises, baby. No promises.”
I shifted behind her, my cock throbbing inside of her. “I’m gonna fill you up again,” I grunted into her throat as I thrust against her ass.
She lifted her leg to wrap around mine, spreading her thighs for me so that I could reach around her, sliding my fingers across her sensitive clit. She turned to her side, giving me full access to her.
"Turn," I commanded, my voice gravelly. I rolled her onto her side, curling her body into a crescent so her back pressed against my front.
It was a position that forced every inch of me to hit the deepest, most sensitive nerves inside her.
I didn't hold back. I drove into her with a relentless, piston-like rhythm, my hands gripping her hips so hard I knew I’d leave bruises by morning.
"I can feel your walls milking me," I hissed, my breath hot against the shell of her ear. "You're trying to suck the seed right out of me, aren't you?"
"Yes... oh god, yes," she cried out, her head falling back against my shoulder.
"Good," I growled, abandoning any pretense of tenderness.
I wanted her to feel this. I wanted her to be unable to walk straight when the sun came up, to be reminded of me with every step she took for the next three days.
I hammered into her, the wet slap of our skin echoing through the dim room.
She was unraveling, her gasps turning into frantic, guttural sobs as I pushed her closer to the edge.
I slid my hands beneath her t-shirt, wrapping them around her tits as her body jolted against my thrusts.
"Get on your knees," I ordered as I ripped her shirt off her.
She scrambled, breathless and dazed, pushing herself up onto the mattress, her tits swaying sexily as she moved.
I didn't wait for her to find her balance.
I grabbed her by the hips and yanked her back against me, forcing her to plant her palms into the sheets.
I didn't care about the friction, the raw heat, or the ache I was building in her.
I wanted to claim her, to punish her for existing without me.
I plunged inside her, harder this time, each thrust a reminder of who she belonged to.
"Please," she whimpered, though she pushed her ass back against me, inviting more, begging for the violence of it.
"You want it rough, don't you?" I asked, my voice a jagged edge.
I didn't wait for an answer. I grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging her head back so she had to look at me over her shoulder.
Her eyes were glazed, blown wide with an intoxicating mix of terror and arousal.
"I want you to be sore. I want you to remember this every time you sit down. "
"Do it," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Don't stop."
I slammed into her, deep and punishing, hitting that spot that made her legs tremble. She wasn't just taking me; she was reeling under the force of it. I pounded into her, uncaring of the mess, uncaring of the noise. I was a tidal wave, and she was drowning.
"Tell me," I demanded, rhythmically driving into her with every word. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," she shrieked, the sound raw and shattered as the climax ripped through her again. "I'm yours, Legion!"
I didn't hold back. I rode the crest of her orgasm, pumping into her with a savage intensity until my own release detonated, a white-hot blinding ache that poured into her, over and over again.
I held her tight, pinning her to the bed, letting the silence return only when the world stopped spinning.
And the first time ever, I hoped I had planted my seed in her depths.