Destined To Be Theirs

Episode 5

Adija's Pov

My eyes widened in surprise at his question, and I couldn’t help but ask the question that lingered in my mind, “What?” I needed to be sure I had heard him correctly, hoping he would repeat himself. But he didn’t. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on me and said in a low, dangerous tone, “You better start listening better because I hate repeating myself.”

I wasn’t sure if he was trying to intimidate me or if he was just naturally that intense. I gulped, biting down on my lower lip as I lowered my eyes, fidgeting nervously with the hem of my dress. My voice was barely above a whisper when I finally replied, “No…” I wasn’t experienced with that kind of thing. Back in Romania, I had plenty of suitors, but none I wanted to settle down with. Intimacy before marriage wasn’t even an option, as women were expected to remain pure. I never liked that stupid rule because it was a rule that only seemed to benefit the men. I never understood why the women should remain pure while they run wild.

The silence that followed made me even more uneasy. Seconds felt like hours before he finally broke it with a simple command, “Come here.” Hesitant at first, I raised my eyes to meet his cold, calculating gaze as he stayed seated. I took small, shaky steps forward, inching closer, but he still wasn’t satisfied.

“Closer,” he ordered again. I gulped, feeling my nerves spike, but I obeyed, moving closer until I was nearly within reach. “Closer…” he repeated, his voice more insistent this time. I was already near enough, but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted me between his parted legs. With my heart racing, I stepped into that space, his eyes roaming over my body. His face remained blank, showing no emotion, until he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against my hips, tracing a slow, straight line before lifting his gaze to mine.

“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice one of cold authority. Like an obedient pet, I sank to my knees, ashamed, my head bowing. He didn’t like that, growling, “Look at me.”

Terrified, I lifted my head to meet his icy stare, which only made my pulse quicken more with every second. His fingers found their way to my cheeks, tracing delicate lines as if inspecting me, before burying themselves in my thick hair.

I couldn’t explain how those small touches sparked such intense desires in me. My core grew warmer, my cheeks flushed red, and my heart pounded wildly in my chest. As strange and unnerving as it was, I found myself curious, wondering where all of this would lead—trapped between fear and a growing, overwhelming desire.

His fingers left my hair, drifting to my lips as he gently patted them with his thumb, keeping fixed eye contact, his expression still cold and unreadable. “You have never been touched before?” he asked suddenly, catching me off guard.

“N-No…” I answered nervously, my voice barely steady. He didn’t respond, just stared at me with those intense eyes. What he did next shocked me beyond words—he slipped his fingers into my mouth, an act that was both seductive and strange. “Interesting…” he muttered, withdrawing his fingers, now glistening with a trace of my saliva, before trailing them to my neck, gently wrapping around it, choking me gently. I let out a small gasp, my breathing getting a little difficult as I maintained eye contact.

“The urge to share you with anyone is gone now,” he said, his words leaving me confused. Share me? With whom? I didn’t understand, my mind racing with questions, desperate for answers I wasn’t sure I would get. They share everything…. I suddenly remembered what I read in the letter.

His hand left my throat, and he casually reached for his glass of wine, still holding me in his cold, hard gaze. “Open your mouth,” he commanded. I hesitated, unsure of what he wanted, but knowing I couldn’t refuse him. I was at his mercy. Slowly, I parted my lips, my heart pounding in my chest. He took a sip of the wine, his eyes never leaving mine, and what he did next took me by complete astonishment.

In one swift motion, he grabbed my neck, applying just enough pressure to keep me still as he poured the wine from his mouth into mine. Before I could process what was happening, his lips crashed into mine with a powerful force, leaving me no choice but to swallow.

The moment his lips met mine, something inside me snapped—I went wild, consumed by a desire I didn’t even know I had. His kiss was intense, almost too much for me to handle, and although I was inexperienced and unsure of what to do, I followed his lead. His hands left my neck and buried themselves in my thick hair, pulling me closer as he devoured my lips with a hunger that left me breathless.:

I moaned into his kiss, a sound I hadn’t expected, but one that somehow slipped from my lips. Is this what passion feels like? It was a sensation I wanted to drown in forever. He was so dominant, showing me just how much hunger he had for me as he bit down gently on my lower lip. I gasped, but to my surprise, I enjoyed it—every bit of it.

His hand moved to my left n****e, pinching it in a way that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me, all while his lips continued to devour mine mercilessly. He was rough with my breast, and for some reason, that roughness felt perfect. He squeezed it as though he couldn’t bear not to touch every inch of me, shaping the mound with his hand before teasing my n****e with his fingers.

When he finally broke the kiss, I was left panting, struggling to catch my breath, my lips numb from the intensity. I hated that he had stopped; I wanted more. His eyes remained on me, the silence between us heavy, before he finally spoke.

“Now, you will learn how to pleasure a man with your mouth….”