Lady Wolfe | The Beginning | • Wattys 2022 •

8 - The Scarred Knight

It has been a fortnight. A fortnight of lovemaking with Kane Black.

Meela couldn't even begin to explain what she felt.

Kane was just...

She's had lovers, plenty of them but none could even match him.

Kane was everything.

Sensual, sexy, smart, serious. He was a real man who made her burn for him, desire him. She was in love with him. She was smitten by him, her heart belonged to him.

What made it so exciting was that nobody knew about their affair.

They would pretend like they were strangers in the hallways and she would wait for him at sundown for him to sneak into his chambers and they would spend the night together. It was forbidden. It was so dangerously exciting.

Sometimes Kane would enter into her chambers, and just grab her and slam her against the wall, kissing her until her knees went weak. The kiss would be long and relentless, he would hold her close and wrap his arms around her waist. Then his fingers would fumble with the strings of her dress and he would attack her neck, lifting her skirt and pushing himself into her, pounding her mad. She would be losing her mind, enjoying every second of his touches and kisses. Once they both achieved their releases, he would clean her and bring her to the bed. Then they would talk about their day.

There were days where Meela would be sitting on the chair and he would be under her skirt, savoring her pink flesh and she would be gripping the desk, biting her lips to stifle her moans with her eyes closed. He wouldn't stop, not even when she pushed him away. He would just carry her to the bed and continue eating her out until his heart's content. By that time, Meela would be in tears, tired from the overwhelming pleasures.

Then there were times where Meela was on her knees, taking care of his needs instead.  He would be against the wall, grabbing fistfuls of her hair, watching her. She would suck him dry, swallow him, and use her hands on him when he had his release. She would bat her eyelashes and look at him teasingly with her doe eyes that just drove him to the brink of insanity.

Some days Kane was gentle when he made love. He would look into her eyes, run his hands everywhere, kiss her and bury himself deep inside her and be slow. His eyes would be full of love. Her legs would be wrapped around him or on his shoulders. Kane would worship her head to toe, whispering how pretty and exquisite she was, how she was so tight and perfect for him.

And some days he would be nothing but rough, yanking her hair from behind while she was on her knees. Leaving tingling love marks all over her body. He would manhandle her in all the ways she loved. He would leave bruising love marks, he would say so many dirty things in her ear, he would do lewd things. He would take her everywhere. The way his member grazed her walls, the way he pounds into her, the way he would go faster when they were both so close, it all brought her to the point of seeing stars. She would be screaming his name, writhing under him. Meela couldn't handle Kane's animosity.

Kane was a beast in bed.

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'Come in.'

Her tone sounded more like an order and Kane only smirked as he got into her chambers. The moment he entered she pushed him against the door and tiptoed to pull him for a long kiss. He was caught off guard, but he deepened the kiss. Kane wrapped his arms around her back and dipped her, kissing her hard. He missed her so much.

'Won't the maidens enter?'
He asks her in between the kisses.

'I dismissed them for the day.'

His armour was painfully colliding against her body, something she felt very uneasy about. She reached to take his armour off but he stopped her.