CHAPTER 45
"You’re so fucking wet, little one. Yet you pretend you don’t like it." Kaelith grinned rubbing his fingers between her lower lips making Amara look wide-eyed at him. Her breathing was hazardous and so was her heart.
No one had ever touched her this way, but with him, it felt so right yet wrong at the same time. Just like a moth drawn to the flame, like a dreamer chasing shadows in the moonlight.
"W-what are you—Ah!" Kaelith grabbed her ankle and raised her leg to his shoulder as the lingerie rode up gathering around her hips and exposing her slim soft legs that just tempted him to do more than just look.
"He shouldn ’ t have touched you, little one." Kaelith's hard voice sent shivers down her spine making her squirm like a thirsty kitten in his palms before he pinched her clit hard. “I’ll imprint myself on this body so that no man would ever be able to put his hands on you again."
"You’re mine, Amara. No matter what this world says, you will always be mine. No power in this universe can stop me from having you." Kaelith pecked her ankle. Amara ’ s teeth dug into her bottom lip as she thrashed underneath him. His thumb circled her clit and his lips teased her ankles.
Amara looked startled with her mouth gaped open. What was he doing? "Y-You..." she was tongue-tied, twisted. She couldn't explain what she was feeling.
Kaelith let his hands roam down her waist, fisting the piece of fabric and bunching it around her waist and tugging.
"Fuck! You live in my head even if I don ’ t want you to.
Every. Fucking. Second." He growled suddenly pushing her down on the bed towering over her.
Amara felt her chest flapping like the wings of a caged bird.
Her heart racing as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
She jerked realizing what was happening and looked at him with wide and anxious eyes. Expectant yet scared eyes.
His eyes were darker than anything she had ever known, just like the Black Forest, like looking at the sky without the moon, like sinking into the bottom of the sea. They were so deep, effortlessly dark.
"Don't look at me like I scare you, Amara. I get off on seeing you like this." His hands slowly travelled up to her chest sinfully teasing the erect nipples over the chiffon fabric. Amara felt her throat constricting as she struggled to breathe.
Strangely, his touch did not disgust her.
Kaelith hooked his fingers into her panties and with a soft tug, he tore them. The tear sound had her heart racing like crazy. Holding her heart in her throat, Amara felt helpless the way he hovered over her. His giant frame trapped her, caging her, and his eyes pinning her down.
He chuckled, "Tell me, how do you feel?” He kissed her inner thigh, his tongue scorching hot.
Her chest moved up and down as she felt tingles in her stomach. She felt so wrong doing this with him, convincing herself that she had no say in this, that it was Kaelith who was doing this to her. That she was being forced into this.
But both of them knew the truth. She did not dare to refuse him. Like her mind was already the prisoner of his touches.
All she could hear was her breathy gasps.
"This…This is wrong…" Amara shook her head trying to push him away but the more she twisted, the more his hold was tightening on her waist. The way his fingers teased the clit, digging and massaging the skin.
"What is wrong?" Kaelith feigned ignorance pecking his way down her legs to between her legs. "Me kissing you?"
At this moment Amara knew he was playing with her, teasing her, driving her to the edge. "Don't...please." She muttered despite feeling butterflies in her stomach. Chest tightening, breath hitching.
Kaelith cupped her cheek, pulling her face to his.
His eyes were darker than the night and deeper than the ocean.
Lips curled in a cruel smile. "By the time I’ll be done with you, you’d be coming on my fingers, my mouth.
” He muttered tracing her lips with his thumb as he pulled at the bottom lip.
His eyes followed his thumb as Amara swallowed. “And soon, you’ll come on my dick too.”
"Kaelith—" Kaelith fisted the bodice of her lingerie and with one single pull, he ripped the dress in shreds.
Amara let out a startled gasp as she instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest holding onto the tattered pieces and looking wide-eyed at him. "What are you doing?" She panicked as Kaelith grabbed her wrists and pushed them behind her grabbing the torn piece of the fabric and ripped it.
"Kaelith!" Amara wiggled as he tied her hands with the torn-out piece of the cloth. "N-no!”
"Don’t fight me, you won’t win.” He muttered securing the knot. The dress now hung in torn pieces around her breasts exposing the half of her cleavage and her erect nipples.
Amara felt helpless and vulnerable with him around her, arms tied and him towering over her.
Another yelp escaped her lips as he played teasingly with the torn hanging pieces of the dress before pulling it hardly tearing the bodice apart.
The cold air hit her chest as she shut her eyes, feeling embarrassed and nervous.
"Look at me and lie again while your pussy is literally dripping for my cock." Kaelith growled in her ear as he cupped her core possessively and sensually moved his hand in tantalizingly slow circles.
She flinched when she felt his fingers running down her cheeks sensually stopping on her jaw as the hand cupped her jaw. She breathed out heavily feeling a warm breath against her mouth. The fingers around her jaw cupped her jaw from behind.
Amara's heart quickened as his lips met hers, a delicate dance of emotions unfolding within her.
A subtle mixture of anticipation and vulnerability lingered in the air as the warmth of his kiss enveloped her.
Her senses heightened, acutely aware of the gentle pressure, the softness of his lips against hers.
And the wet sloppy sounds as his palm spanked her core lightly.
A rush of emotions– a flutter of butterflies, a tinge of desire, and a depth, that's all she felt. There was a ferocity in his need to claim her.
The way his lips moulded hers, she expected him to be rough, yet he was gentle. So gentle that her body took a whole minute to recognize him. She waited for the nauseating repulsion to approach, the disgust she thought she’d feel.
Yet when it didn't come, a new wave of desire washed over her. His fingers gentle like feathers tilted her head to deepen the kiss as his tongue pushed past her mouth. An involuntary moan left her mouth as Kaelith groaned into her mouth.
"I'll make your mind completely blank." He muttered against her lips licking the seam of her lips as her tired eyes looked into his. Mouth parting as her chest heaved up and down. He didn't have to say, she was already blank, like one of her canvases.
His hand moved lower to her inner thigh as her legs trembled. She jerked her wrists but they were tied.
His hand traced the hem of her ass as she gasped in fear and tried to close her legs but he slapped her inner thigh.
"Uh-uh,” he growled. “Keep them open. You can either hold them wide for me yourself, or I’m tying you down and making sure you don’t have a choice.
" His voice was deep. Eyes dark and hooded by lust.
She breathed out. He pecked her lips and his hand teased the corner of her ass and a finger slipped inside her cunt. She let out a gasp. "Kaelith!"
"That’s it. Scream it, scream my name. Tell me whose fingers are inside you right now." She heard him breathing against her ear.
Her vision was blurry as his two fingers explored her insides. She could feel her insides clenching hard at the foreign feeling.