Chapter 1 ~ s. 13
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My body is burning from the inside out.
A hunger I don’t recognize has taken hold of me—hot, consuming, impossible to ignore. Every breath feels heavier than the last, and warmth spreads through me like something alive.
My eyes slowly travel down my body until they find his.
Those beautiful eyes.
But there is nothing soft about the way he looks at me now.
His gaze is dark.
Possessive.
Hungry.
Like he has already decided that I belong to him.
I’m his doll.
His mate.
His woman.
The thought sends a shiver through me.
His eyes hold mine, trapping me there. I can’t look away, even when every instinct tells me I should.
There is something almost frightening in his stare.
Something primal.
Something that makes my heart pound harder.
His tongue moves against my most intimate place while he keeps his eyes locked on mine, watching every reaction, every tremor, every breath I lose.
Like a predator watching its prey.
Like a murderer who already knows exactly how the story ends.
And somehow, that darkness only makes the heat inside me burn brighter.
MY BODY!!!
An explosion begins building deep inside me.
Slowly at first.
Then faster.
Stronger.
A sensation unlike anything I have ever felt before.
“Fuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk!”
My back arches, my entire body reacting before my mind can catch up.
I try to escape his hold, but his presence surrounds me.
His tongue moves faster.
My breathing becomes uneven.
My fingers tighten.
Every nerve in my body feels awake.
“Fuuuuuuck… I’m—I’mmmmmm…”
The words barely make it past my lips.
I can feel the pressure building inside me, rising higher and higher until I don’t know how much more I can take.
And then—
Before I can even understand what is happening, I feel two fingers sliding inside me.
My breath catches.
The sensation sends another wave through me, and I cry out, overwhelmed by everything happening at once.
They move inside me, touching every sensitive place, drawing sounds from me that I can barely recognize as my own.
“I’m coming!!”
My voice breaks.
His movements become faster, relentless, and my body reacts instinctively.
I jerk forward, trying to escape the intensity, but he knows exactly what he wants.
And somehow, he knows exactly how to unravel me.
Then his eyes meet mine again.
Dark.
Possessive.
Almost terrifying in their intensity.
“Do you want me to f**k you?”
His voice is low and rough, filled with hunger.
The question hangs between us.
My heart pounds.
There is no hesitation.
“Gooood… yes. f**k me!!!”
Something changes in his expression.
His eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning finally opening the present he has been waiting for.
But there is nothing innocent about that look.
It is darker than that.
Hungrier.
As if he has been waiting for me to say those words all along.
And the way he looks at me makes one thing painfully clear—
He intends to make me remember this moment.
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