Chapter 32 #2
My hand dives between her legs and she’s already soaking wet, practically begging for me to fuck her. Her cunt knows who owns it and Zara’s about to find out that every inch of her belongs to me now.
She wriggles beneath me and her magic wraps around me, warming my skin as it starts to strip me bare. Zara glances down and gulps, and the rush I get from knowing she’s still intimidated by my dick is a thrill I won’t forget in a hurry.
“Play with me,” I insist.
Zara doesn’t hesitate, reaching for my cock and wrapping her hand around it. She’s learned fast and her grip is perfect. Tight enough to strangle my dick without hurting more than I like. I groan as her hand moves up and down my shaft, and Zara grins, delighted she’s such a fucking perfect fucktoy.
“I want to taste you,” she says, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “I want you to come down my throat.”
My cock twitches at her words, practically begging for her to continue. Zara doesn’t make idle threats and she’ll follow through. But I need more than that from her. I need her submission. I need control. I need her to know her role and mine as well.
I shake my head.
She pouts.
“I have other plans, kitten.”
My fingers move over her clit, and her eyes widen. “Kade…”
I tsk her and she shudders. Fuck, she’s responsive, and as my hand slides back, Zara stills.
I tease her entrance for a second before slipping back and her eyes stare up at mine, begging for understanding.
She’s almost the picture of innocence beneath me, and in a moment I’m going to shatter any illusions she has left.
“I’m not…”
My eyebrow arches, and my jaw tightens as my finger presses on her ass.
I slide it inside her ass and she whimpers, her hips bucking upward.
Zara’s submission is intoxicating, and I want more of it.
I want to own every inch of her, every part of her body.
My cock pulses with need and I know I’m close to losing control.
“You’re mine,” I growl, my voice filled with raw power. “Every part of you belongs to me. I told you I owned all three holes, kitten, and now I’m going to fuck them.”
I add a second finger and Zara whimpers, her back arching as she begs for more. Her magic surrounds me, both a warning and a plea, but I don’t stop. I push deeper, feeling her muscles clench around my fingers, and the sound of her moans fills the air.
I smirk, feeling a rush of power surge through me. My Zara is mine, body and soul. I’ll claim every inch of her, every part of her, and I’ll give her everything she craves in return.
“You’re mine, Zara.”
She bites her lip as I line my cock up with her ass and start nudging forward. Zara cries out and I ignore it, pushing forward as her tightness grips me like a vise. Her back arches more and her hands grip the bedsheet as she snatches air, overwhelmed by the sensation rippling through her.
“You wanted this, Zara,” I hiss, thrusting deeper into her ass. “You wanted me.”
She moans, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure as she claws at the linen. Her body tightens around me, and her magic pulses in time with my thrusts. The blood weave courses through us, binding us together in a way neither of us can escape.
“Take it, Zara,” I growl. “Take what’s yours.”
“It’s too much,” she mumbles as her eyes flutter shut.
“You asked for this,” I say, thrusting deeper inside her. “You wanted me, and now you’re going to take me. All of me.”
Zara moans, her eyes still shut tight as her magic twines around me, pulsing as I sink inside her. There’s pain etched on her face, but pleasure too, and Zara’s getting high on the thrill of submission mixed with the power of surrender.
Our hips meet and I still, granting her a moment to adjust. Her heart pounds against her chest and the sensation of my cock buried deep within her ass must be both overwhelming and exhilarating.
She bites her lip to silence a whimper and I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as the little witch beneath me, struggling as my dick fucks her ass.
“It hurts,” she whispers, her eyes opening to meet my gaze. “It’s too much. It’s too fast.”
My smirk wides and lust floods through me. “You’re going to take it like a fucking good whore.”
I feel her pussy clench and her ass tightens around my dick. I start to move again, sinking deep into Zara with each stroke. Her eyes widen and she surrenders more with every thrust, giving in as she lets me have the control I crave.
Zara’s magic pulses faster, wrapping tighter around me as her body adjusts to my cock. Her hips start moving in time with mine, matching the rhythm of our bodies. She’s still resisting, but the strength of her attempts is dwindling with each passing second.
“That’s it,” I hiss, thrusting harder as her wetness seeps from her cunt and onto my balls. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”
She whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets beneath us as she arches her back, offering herself to me completely. Her eyes shine with tears as she surrenders fully and I see her give herself to me—she’s mine now, body and soul.
“Kade,” she pleads, her voice barely audible over the sounds of our bodies colliding. “Please, more.”
I groan, slamming into her once more as her plea echoes through the room.
The sound of our bodies becoming one in perfect rhythm is an exquisite melody and I surrender to my desire for her, enjoying her cries that sound her willingness to give herself to me completely.
I thrust deeper and faster, feeling every inch of her tight ass wrapped around me.
“You’re mine,” I growl, thrusting into her ass again, feeling her muscles grip me tightly. “All of you.”
Zara whimpers, her body trembling beneath me as she implores me to take what I want.
Her head nods and her body clenches, her breathing already faltering as she loiters on the edge of orgasm.
The pleasure spreading through me is just as intense, and I can’t get enough of it.
It’s intoxicating and addictive, and I watch her writhe and moan beneath me. For me.
Fuck, she’s mine. And I am hers.
“Come for me,” I insist, my voice low and filled with lust. “Show me who owns you.”
She cries out, her magic spinning around us like a golden haze.
It’s beautiful and intense, but it’s nothing compared to the look of surrender and bliss on her face as she claws my forearms and comes.
I scream her name as I feel her orgasm wash over me, her ass clenching down on my cock in a sensation that sends me to the brink.
My balls draw up and heat spreads through my core as my climax breaks and pleasure floods through me. My magic explodes and the silvery threads weave through her magic, binding us together.
Zara whimpers, whispering my name as her body shakes and she rides out her own orgasm.
I slam into her ass one last time, enjoying the high as my orgasm crashes over me, finally stilling with my cock buried deep in her ass.
I pant heavily, catching my breath as my body shudders with the aftershocks of my orgasm and I fill her ass with my come.
I collapse on top of her, panting as my heart rate slows. She’s mine, body and soul, blood weave or not. She just proved it, and I just claimed her.
“Perfection,” I whisper as I withdraw. “My perfect little whore.”
She beams and a rush of affection for her floods my senses.
I roll onto my side, pulling her against me as if letting go would mean losing her completely.
Her skin is warm beneath my hand, her breath steady against my chest. For a moment, the world feels distant, and the blood weave and the darkness of my world fades into oblivion.
“Tell me something true,” she murmurs, her voice soft and raw, as if she’s afraid of breaking the spell.
I pause, considering. There’s so much I could say, so much I could confess, but I choose the simplest truth.
“I’ll never let you go.”
Zara’s breath catches, and the faintest shiver runs through her. She doesn’t respond, but the way she clings to me says enough. She believes me, and I’m certain I’m right. I tighten my hold on her, knowing the storm hasn’t passed yet, but I’m certain I can keep her safe for now.