Serpentine Desires

The predator

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She winced and I let my lips curl. The defiance, the fire, and the burning rage in her eyes turned me on. How much I'd love to stomp on the remnants of her courage. The brave face she put forward though she was nothing.

Eyes fervently locked on mine, refusing to look away. Brave little thing, but I could see the fear hiding behind that defiance. It thrilled me and sent a shiver down my spine. Hell, I wanted to break her.

I leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiating off her trembling body. Her scent filled my nostrils—fear and something else. Something sweeter. I could almost taste it. My tongue traced my lips, savouring the thought of what was to come.

"Still fighting?" I whispered, letting my breath tickle her ear. Her eyes widened slightly, just a flicker, but I caught it. She was scared, oh yes, but still trying to hold on. Pathetic. Beautiful. She didn't know that resistance made it all the more enjoyable.

I brushed my fingers down her cheek, feeling her flinch under my touch. So fragile. So easy to break. I could already imagine her on her knees, begging, her voice cracking as she pleaded for mercy. But there would be none. Not from me.
Her lips quivered as she tried to speak, but I silenced her with a thumb pressed against her mouth. "Hush, Ptichka," I murmured. "Save that sweet little mouth for later."

Her breath hitched, and I could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes, the realization that she was losing this fight. I let out a low chuckle.

My hand trailed down her neck, feeling the pulse race under my fingertips. She was alive, so very alive, and I was going to consume every last bit of her. My cock hardened at the thought of her crying out, of her submitting to me completely, body and soul.

She'll be mine. Every last part of her.

I watched as the last bit of fire in her eyes dimmed, replaced by cold fear. Perfect. I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers, loving the way she stiffened under my touch.

"Tomorrow night," I promised, pulling back and watching her struggle to regain her composure. "I'll have you screaming my name. And you'll love every second of it."

She didn't respond, just kept those defiant eyes on me, but I could see it now. The cracks. The fear. The submission waiting to be pulled from her. I smiled, dark and wicked.

Her submission went straight to my cock. She was holding back, trying to play the obedient little girl, but I could see it—the war in her eyes, the rebellion simmering just beneath the surface. It was intoxicating, and fuck, did I say I wanted to fuck her?

She fisted her hands around the loose fabric of my trousers. My name would be the only word on those pretty lips when I was done with her.

"Kyle will drop you at the dorm," I said, forcing myself to step back, even though every fibre of my being screamed to stay, to pin her down and take what was mine. "Have this night to yourself, 'cause tomorrow it'll belong to me."

Her lips parted, and I watched, entranced, as she drew in a shaky breath. She was so close to talking back, so close to that final act of defiance. But then she clamped her lips shut, swallowing whatever words were on the tip of her tongue. I smiled, the darkness in me relishing her restraint. Good girl.

She lowered her head, nodding, accepting her fate. My cock throbbed at the sight.

I imagined her beneath me, her body trembling as I spread her legs, her sweet cunt wet and ready for me. I'd tease her, make her beg, make her plead until she was nothing but a quivering mess, dripping with need. My fingers would sink into her tight little pussy, feeling her clench around me as I fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes, savouring every gasp, every moan.