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“So, is this what you want? Me fighting back? Does it turn you on, Beast?”
He chuckles. “You have no fucking idea what your bratty as fuck behavior makes me want to do to you,” he says, running his hands down my sides and squeezing hard.
Don’t say it, Xenia. Don’t say it. Don’t say it!
“Well, why don’t you show me, then?” Fuck it, Xenia. “Since you say I’m such a brat, why don’t you do something about it?”
He smirks as if he was expecting me to say this, then he roughly pulls off my shorts and rips my tank top in two. My nipples harden against the cold, stale air and from the way his eyes rake over my body as if he’s just about to devour me whole.
“Fuck, I’ve dreamt of this body since I first had you up in these,” he says as he runs his hands between the valley of my breasts. “Now I get to do whatever I want with it; isn’t that right, Hellcat?”
I gasp when he gently pulls on a hardened nipple, only to see the smirk on his face at my reaction. He moves his hand lower towards my mound, trailing his fingers slowly over my pussy lips, when suddenly he rears back and slaps them sharply.
“Church!” I cry out, doubling over at the sudden sensation, but he does it again and again until my gasps taper off into moans. He hums in approval when he slips two fingers inside of me and finds me wet.
“Oh, baby, you can fight it as much as you want, but this…” he says, popping those same two fingers in his mouth and groaning. “This tells me everything I need to know.”
Fuck, I’m not going to get out of this without submitting to him, am I? He knows this. Why else would he be smirking like that if he didn’t know how to make me snap?
Church sees the look on my face and pulls my body closer to him, grinding his cock against me.
“Just looking at you strung up like this gets my cock harder than fucking concrete,” he says, then crushes his mouth to mine in a savage kiss.
He took control of the kiss; the greedy way his tongue played against mine, showing me that this tryst will only have one conclusion and right now, I didn’t give a fuck if I was the first one to submit. I wanted him to do all kinds of filthy things to me right here, where he first claimed me as his ‘hellcat.’
Groaning, he breaks away and pulls at my bottom lip gently, but I can feel the sharp edges of his fangs against my skin. He takes two steps away from me, then slips off his sweatpants, revealing that massive cock I’ve always fantasized about.
Thick, curving upwards with veins I would love to run my tongue over, he fists his cock in his hands and starts stroking it. Fuck, watching a man looking at me like I’m his last meal while stroking himself does something to me and a shiver shoots through my entire body.
“Like that, Hellcat?” he teases, groaning while closing his eyes. “This is what I had to put up with while you ran off. I think you have a lot to make up for.”
“Are you just gonna keep teasing me or get on with it?” I taunt him further, but he chuckles at the way my voice is laced thick with lust.
When he opens his eyes, there’s a predatory look in them as they shift to crimson and his fangs grow longer at the same time. The way he looks now, dangerous and starving, shuts up every smartass answer I was going to spit out.
This man has me just where he wants me, and he’s enjoying every fucking minute of it.
Moving back towards me, he gets on his knees in front of me and looks up, grinning, before he pulls one leg over his shoulder.
“Guess you got me here first,” he says, then slowly runs his tongue through my slick folds, causing me to arch my back and cry out.
His tongue finds my aching nub and works it. Every flick and lash has me standing on my tiptoes with my head flung back and gasping for air. I try to call out his name, but he slips his fingers inside of me, shutting me up and holding me prisoner to his expert touch.
Teasing, exploring, nibbling. Everything he’s doing to me feels so much more intense. He slowly slides his fingers in and out of my wet heat while sucking and nipping at my folds.
But just as I’m about to reach that cusp, he stops his assault on my sex and sinks his fangs into the crook of my thigh while stroking my clit.
No one has ever made me scream during sex before. I never thought screaming out when you orgasm was a real thing… Right now Church has me clenching my thighs around his head and screaming out my release.
I writhe against his shoulders, but he holds me in place as he continues to drink from me and allowing me to ride out whatever the fuck he’s making me feel. That didn’t feel like an orgasm at all. It felt like my entire body was on fire.
In true Church fashion, he shows me that he’s far from done and gets to his feet, lifts me up, and slams me down hard on his thick length.
“Hold on to me, baby,” he says in a gravelly voice laced thick with want, and I wrap my arms around his neck while he continues his relentless thrusting inside of me.
The sounds that I’m making, the sounds of our bodies colliding slick with sweat, Church’s grunts and appraising of me, all echo around the room I once deemed my prison.
Down here he tortured me endlessly, down here I felt the pull towards him, down here he discovered our Bond. It’s nothing but a dusty wine cellar, I know, and I shouldn’t put so much attachment to it.
