7. Seven
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M y fingers traced the delicate curve of her inner thigh as I watched her, my eyes burning with an insatiable hunger. She leaned back against my chest, the bottle of whiskey we shared nearly empty. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as Kai's drunken story made us both laugh, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. Every movement she made, every sound she uttered, only fueled the fire raging inside of me.
The way her nose crinkled when she laughed, and how her long, dark lashes kissed her cheeks when she closed her eyes, nuzzling into my neck. I took another swig of the whiskey and pressed my lips to her neck, tasting the sweet saltiness of her skin. She shivered under my touch and tilted her head back, exposing more of her throat to me. I traced every curve of her collarbone with my tongue, devouring every inch of her exposed throat, marking her as mine.
She moaned softly and turned her head to meet my lips with hers. Our tongues tangled together as I pulled her closer to me. The whiskey on her breath, mixed with the sweet taste of her mouth, made me dizzy with desire. I wanted her so badly, it was almost painful.
But not yet .
I contented myself with teasing her neck, savoring the way she tilted her head back. With each touch of my tongue on her skin, I felt the fire inside of me ignite, burning hotter and brighter until it consumed me entirely. Every breath she took brought me closer to losing control, to taking what I wanted from her without mercy. I had no doubt she would give herself to me, high on the two orgasms I gave her.
No, I would wait.
The time would come when I would bathe in her cum, as her virgin blood coated my cock. I would break her, piece by piece, until she begged me to destroy her. The devil inside me would tear her apart, consume her soul, and leave no trace of her innocence behind. I could feel the darkness inside of her, teasing the evil inside me. It beckoned me to touch her, taste her, ruin her.
I craved more than just her body. I wanted to possess her in ways that would leave both of us breathless and broken. The thought of taking her virginity and claiming every inch of her for myself sent a surge of intoxicating desire through me.
Yes, I would wait.
The Hunt was approaching, and the beast inside of me craved the taste of rabbit.
My rabbit.
Her.
She wasn't ready yet, but she would be.
When the time came, she would embrace her darkness and give herself to me. I would ravage her with a primal ferocity, unleashing all of the darkness within me onto her fragile form. She would scream my name in ecstasy, begging for more, even as I broke her down piece by piece. And when our bodies were entwined in a twisted dance of pleasure and pain, I would know that she was mine, completely and utterly consumed by me.
The devil inside me whispered his demands, urging me to claim her entirely, to leave nothing but destruction in my wake. But I resisted, knowing that the wait would only make our ultimate union even more intense and all-consuming. And as she panted beneath me, lost in a haze of pleasure, I knew that I had claimed not just her body, but also her soul. At that moment, nothing else mattered but the ravaging fire between us, burning brighter with every touch and taste.
Until then, I would let her think she had won. I would give her time to grow accustomed to her new life. I would let her believe she was in control until it was too late to escape. I could feel the darkness within her responding, tempting me to give in to the twisted desires that threatened to annihilate us both. A new hunt was approaching, and I would need all my strength to claim my prize.
She would never see the devil coming for her until it was too late. And once I claimed her, she would never escape.