Chapter 33
Chapter
Thirty-Three
SABLE
H is words send shivers down my spine as he lowers me onto the plush velvet of his bed. The room spins around me, heavy with anticipation and the heady scent of his magic. My heart races, pounding in my chest like a wild animal desperate to break free.
I look up at Kael, his piercing gaze holding mine captive. In that moment, I'm acutely aware of every inch of our bodies touching - the heat of his skin, the hardness of his muscles beneath, the way my curves fit perfectly into the contours of his form. It's intoxicating, almost overwhelming.
His fingers trail along my jawline, tilting my face up towards his. "You're so beautiful, Sable," he murmurs, his breath hot against my lips. "I've wanted you since the moment we met."
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. His proximity is suffocating, yet I crave more. Crave the sensation of his lips on mine, his body moving inside mine.
"Take me," I whisper, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. "Claim me completely."
With a low growl, Kael captures my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue delves deep, stroking against mine with a dominance that leaves me weak in the knees. I moan into the kiss, arching my back to press my breasts against his chest.
His hands roam over my body, mapping every curve and valley with a possessive intensity. Fingers dance across my nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks before trailing lower.
I gasp as his hand finds the warmth between my thighs, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my veins. "You're so wet already," he groans, his thumb rubbing circles against my aching core. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
I shake my head, lost in a haze of desire. "Show me," I plead, my hips bucking involuntarily against his palm. "Teach me everything."
I lay there, exposed and trembling, as Kael's eyes drink in the sight of me. His gaze is molten, consuming, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. I've never felt so seen, so desired.
He kneels between my legs, his large hands spreading my thighs wide apart. "Perfect," he rasps, his eyes locked on my most intimate place. "Absolutely perfect."
Before I can react, he leans in and drags his tongue through my slick folds, a low moan vibrating against my sensitive flesh. I moan, my back arching off the bed at the sensation.
"Fuck," I pant, my fingers tangling in his hair. I can feel his desire for me growing through our binding. It feels somehow stronger now. Maybe it's because I've stopped fighting this. Fighting him.
His tongue works me over, lapping at my clit with a relentless hunger. Each stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, building a pressure deep within my core.
I'm panting now, my nails digging into Kael's scalp as I grind against his face. "Yes, right there," I cry out, my voice high and needy. "Don't stop."
He doubles his efforts, sucking my clit between his lips while thrusting two long fingers deep inside me. I scream, my vision blurring at the intense sensations. My inner walls clench around his fingers, trying to milk them for more.
Suddenly, he withdraws, leaving me empty and aching. Before I can protest, he flips us over, pinning me beneath his muscular frame. "I'm going to take what's mine now, Sable," he growls, his eyes blazing with dark promise.
"Bastard," I whisper, but there's no heat in my words. "You should have let me come."
He shakes his head with a smirk on his lips. "Tonight, the only thing I want you coming on is my cock."
I whimper as I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Despite the fear and uncertainty, a part of me is eager, craving the stretch and fullness only he can provide.
"Please," I beg, wrapping my legs around his waist.
"It won't be gentle," he says, his dick pressing against me again.
I want nothing more than for him to bury himself inside of me. I put aside the feelings of guilt and betrayal. At my oath to hunt his kind and avenge my family. I can deal with all of that later. Because right now all I can feel is my desire for him and his for me through our binding.
"That okay," I say. "I don't want you gentle. I want you rough. Make it hurt. Make me remember this. "
With a feral snarl, Kael slams into me, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I cry out, my back bowing off the mattress as he stretches me wider than I've ever been stretched before.
The pain is intense, bordering on unbearable, but it's mixed with a pleasure so sharp it borders on agony. Tears stream down my face as I struggle to accommodate his size, my body resisting the invasion even as it craves more.
"You're so tight," Kael grits out, his forehead pressed against mine. "So tight and so fucking mine."
He begins to move, withdrawing until just the tip remains inside me before slamming back in with reckless abandon. Each thrust rocks the bed, the headboard banging against the wall with a rhythmic beat.
I'm lost in a haze of pain and pleasure, my mind consumed by the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed. Every nerve ending is alive, screaming with sensation as Kael pounds into me without mercy.
"Yes!" I wail, my hands scrabbling at his back. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"
His response is to grip my hips and pull me onto him, changing the angle of his thrusts so they hit deeper, more sensitive spots inside me. I sob, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
Suddenly, he shifts, rolling us over so I'm straddling him. "Ride me," he commands, his hands gripping my hips.
I look down at him, suddenly completely aware of how exposed I am. I move to cover myself and he slaps my hands away.
"Don't you dare cover those perfect tits. I want to see them bounce."
"I..." I stammer. "I don't know how."
He grips my hips, his fingers digging into me and starts to lift, using his strength to move me. "Like this," he says. "I'll guide you."
With a shaky breath, I start to move, rising up on my knees until just the head of his cock remains inside me. Then, slowly, I sink back down, taking him deeper with each descent.
It's awkward at first, my body still adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation of being filled so completely. But with each pass, I find a rhythm, my hips swiveling as I ride him.
"Oh god," I moan, my hands bracing on his chest as I pick up speed. The movement causes my breasts to jiggle enticingly above him, and I can feel Kael's eyes glued to the sight.
"Look at you," he growls approvingly. "Such a natural little slut."
I flush at the crude word, but there's no denying the truth in it. I'm losing myself in the pleasure, in the raw, primal connection between us.
"You like that, don't you?" he asks.
I look away from him, shame crawling up my throat but his fingers dig into my hips making me gasp and look at him.
"Don't you dare fucking shy away from me or your desires. Everything you feel, I feel, and I've never felt shame in my life. Especially not from something as pure as this."
He flips us back over again so that I'm beneath him again. There's nowhere to look but up into his eyes.
"It's okay to like what you like, little huntress. Now, tell me," he says, as his slowly slides his cock back into my body. "Did you like it when I called you a slut?"
I nod my head, knowing there's no use lying.
He leans down against my ear and whispers, "Good girl."
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I arch into him, desperate for more of that delicious friction. "Yes, I liked it," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "I liked feeling dirty and used, like I was yours entirely. "
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, vibrating against me. "That's my girl," he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe. "Now, let's make you feel even filthier."
He starts to move again, his pace increasing until we're a frenzied tangle of limbs and grunts. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and our ragged breathing.
I'm lost in the sensations, my mind foggy with lust.
"You're going to come for me like the good little slut you are," he says. "Let go, Sable," Kael urges, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Just feel everything. Let the pleasure consume you."
I try to focus on his words, on the way his body moves against mine, on the building tension coiling tighter and tighter within me. It's almost too much, the intensity of it all.
"Guide yourself through it," Kael continues, his hands sliding up my thighs to cup my ass. "Imagine every push, every grind, every stroke bringing you closer to the edge."
As if in a trance, I begin to move faster, harder, chasing the elusive peak. Kael's guidance seems to unlock something deep within me, allowing me to surrender to the sensations.
And then, suddenly, I'm teetering on the brink. "Kael!" I cry out, my voice a hoarse whisper.
"Come. Now."
His words push me over the edge. I throw my head back, crying out as a powerful orgasm crashes through me. My pussy clenches around his cock, milking him for all he's worth.
At the same moment, I feel him swell inside me, his own release hot and pulsing. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark as he empties himself into me.
And then I feel it, his orgasm and the feel of his desire for me through our binding and it throws me into ecstasy a second time. My vision blurs and the room dissolves and I'm floating in the pleasure, the presence of him and his lust for me all around me.
Slowly, I return to my body, my eyes fluttering open. I realize, now, why Torin wouldn't agree to take me. Why he wanted my first time to be with Kael, since I am bound to him.
We lay there, tangled together, catching our breath as the aftershocks of our climax ripple through us. After a moment, Kael lifts his head, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes my heart race anew.
"You're mine now, little huntress," he declares, his voice low and possessive. "Body, soul, and magic. And I'll never let you go."