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I melt against him against my will, and his arms tighten around me. My mind is screaming at me to fight back, but my body has other ideas. It's relaxing into his hold, and he groans as he thrusts himself against me, humping me through our clothing.
“Fuck, hellcat,” he groans out. “Let me have you, Mya, my sweet mate,” he whispers against my ear before he sucks on my neck, no doubt trying to leave more marks on me. My mind screams at me to resist this assault on senses simply because he's my kidnapper, but my body has other ideas. I feel a pulsing take root deep inside my core. I whimper at the sensation, and Raoul’s lips latch back onto mine again, kissing me even more fiercely than before. He's kissing me so deeply that it's pushing all rational thought out of my head. I can't think. All I can do is feel the assault of his tongue tangoing with mine.
“Submit to me,” he growls into my mouth. My body is screaming at me to say yes, but my mind is stubborn. “No,” I breathe.
A frustrated growl tears up from his throat, and he humps me harder, positioning himself so his hard length is stroking directly between my thighs. He’s dragging it over this spot that causes tingles to radiate throughout my entire body. My toes curl, and I feel myself arching up into him, wanting more of that delicious sensation. He gives it to me too, dragging his length up and down me over and over again.
I mewl with pleasure. I feel this pressure building inside me, and I can’t help it. I begin humping back against him.
“Motherfuck,” he growls out as we continue to ride each other through our clothing. I cry out when he slams himself against me and grinds his hips one last time. That dam of pressure gives way in a torrent of pleasure so intense I grasp at him to keep myself from falling down as my knees turn to jelly and sparks fly behind my vision.
I cry out a high-pitched sound I never knew I was capable of making as muscles I didn't even know existed convulsed around air. Pleasure courses through my limbs, making them lifeless and heavy.
Raoul clutches me against his chest. “Yes, that's a good little kitten. Look at you fall apart so beautifully for me.” He rains praises down on me before he finally groans deeply and reaches down between us, freeing his throbbing length from his pants. It springs up into his waiting hand, and my eyes widen as I look down at him. I barely get a glimpse of the head that's red and swollen and angry-looking before his hand is moving up and down so quickly it’s a blur.
He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes as he stares down at me intently, his gaze roving over my face until his breath stutters and he grunts. With a roar, he pulls my shirt up and liquid warmth begins to spurt onto my skin. He’s marking me with his cum, and while that should repulse me, I feel another throb in between my legs. His swollen appendage is huge. He looks just as bigthereas he is everywhere else, and I'm so tiny. He looks like he would split me into if he tried to stick it inside me, and that shouldn't make me throb even more, but it does.
There's obviously something wrong with me.
We're both panting, and when our eyes meet again, there’s something feral and possessive in his gaze. It causes my breath to hitch. I don't know what to say, so I remain silent and swallow hard.
Raoul leans down and presses a tender kiss against the top of my forehead, and for some reason, that innocent gesture has tears springing to my eyes. I look down, trying to hide my emotion from him, but he tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his probing gaze. One of the tears escapes and flows down my cheek. His gaze softens as he wipes it gently away with his thumb. The look in his eyes is so tender that I feel more tears rushing to my eyes.
“Kitten,” he calls me softly, and then I lose the battle, and the tears begin cascading down my face.
He grabs the back of my head and pulls me to his chest as I break down into sobs. I go willingly, burying my face in his chest as his arms band around me. He strokes his hands over my hair and my back soothingly before he picks me up and cradles me against his big chest.
He carries me over to the bed and sits down against the headboard with me still cradled in his lap. He rocks me like a baby as he continues to stroke me and shower me with tender praises and sweet promises, things no one has ever said to me before. “Such a sweet little kitten. My perfect little mate. It's okay. You'll see. Everything is going to be okay from now on. I'm going to take care of you.”
Strangely enough, Raoul’s words calm me as I allow them to wash over me. My sobs eventually subside, but I continue to lie in his steady hold, tired and confused and emotionally spent, until I eventually drift off to sleep.
* * *
Raoul
She’s perfect, and my loins burn with even more fire for her after seeing how beautifully she fell apart in my arms. I want to feel her shattering on me like that with my cock deep inside her.
Seeing my fierce little hellcat reduced to a purring kitten fills me with a sense of satisfaction like none other, and the emotion that poured out of her afterward only endeared her to me further and made me that much more protective and possessive of her. I want to shelter her from everything.
It's hard for me to pry myself away from her, but I eventually do. The duties of my kingdom call. Still, she’s there in my mind in everything I do now. I’m impatiently awaiting the end of my duties so I can return to her.
When I finally do return to her, eager to see her beautiful face once more, she's guarded and pensive.
“Hello, kitten,” I greet her warmly.
Her eyes trail over me warily. She doesn’t speak. She just watches me apprehensively. She's no doubt confused and beating herself up over her reaction to me.
That's why, even though everything within me is screaming at me to push for more, I don't. I simply crawl into bed with her, pull her to my chest, wrap my arms and legs around her, and hold her close.
At first, she stiffens in my hold when she feels my hardness pressing up against her ass. I fight back a groan as she tries to wiggle away. I tighten my arms around her, holding her still before her, the friction of her ass sliding up and down my cock has me creaming in my boxers.
“Sleep,” I whisper in her ear before I toy with a couple of the tendrils framing her neck. I feel the tremble go through her, and smile. She feels our connection too, try as she might to deny it.
When she realizes I'm not going to push for more tonight, she finally relaxes. I feel a sting of disappointment, but I fight it down. Holding her like this is enough for now. I can be content with just feeling her in my arms and knowing she’s here.
For now.
ChapterFive
