𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

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Salvatore sat shirtless in the dimly lit room, his dark, piercing eyes locked on Kailani. His muscular frame loomed from the throne-like chair as he tapped his foot twice on the cold floor. The sound echoed in the silence between them, a commanding gesture that drew her attention. Kailani knew the signal; she stood from the bed, her limbs trembling slightly from both fear and the intensity of his gaze.

But before she could take a step, Salvatore growled low in his throat, the sound primal, filled with raw dominance. He pointed two fingers at her and then slowly down towards the floor. There was no need for words. The message was clear—crawl.

Her stomach tightened at the command, and despite the wave of heat rising in her chest, she obeyed, slowly lowering herself to the ground. Her knees grazed the rough surface as she crawled towards him, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shame and desire.

As she reached him, his large hand shot out, gripping her hair at the roots and yanking her forward roughly. The sting made her gasp softly, her body jolting as he held her there, his dominance clear in every touch. His dark, tattooed hand trailed down her jaw, forcing her head up so that their eyes met, his own filled with possessive hunger.

With a firm, sudden tug of her hair, he tilted her head back further, keeping her eyes locked with his. His other hand moved to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down just enough to reveal his throbbing, hard length. Kailani’s eyes widened, her shy gaze dropping instinctively, but his grip tightened in her hair, forcing her to look up again.

Salvatore guided her head forward, the heat of his body radiating off of him as he gestured to his member, pressing it against her parted lips. His free hand slid to the base of his shaft, holding it in place as he moved her closer, the roughness of his touch never letting up. Her blush deepened, the vulnerability of the moment hitting her all at once, but she didn’t dare look away, his silent command too strong to disobey.

He shifted his hand from the base of his length to hers, replacing his grip with hers, forcing her small hand to wrap around him. His touch moved back to the nape of her neck, tightening his fingers around her hair once again, pulling it out of her face so he could see her fully.

Without hesitation, he eased himself into her mouth, his body tensing as he pushed forward. The intensity of his control was suffocating, every movement rough, deliberate, and filled with an all-consuming need. He didn’t allow her to go slow, his hand pressing harder against her head, guiding her deeper as he groaned in satisfaction.

Each motion was raw, the possessiveness in his touch overwhelming as he controlled her every move, the grip on her hair unyielding, pulling her in, making her take him fully.

His breathing grew heavier, the dominance and the pleasure evident in the way his body reacted to her.

He tugged her head back roughly, forcing her eyes to meet his once more. His gaze was predatory, filled with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. He dragged her closer, his free hand trailing down her jawline, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip, teasing her. The moment was thick with anticipation, his dominance suffocating and intoxicating at once.

Salvatore’s grip tightened in her hair as he angled her face toward him, pushing the tip of his throbbing member against her lips with a possessive grunt. There was no hesitation in his movements, no softness in his touch—he wanted control, and he took it.

As her lips parted for him, he growled low in his throat, a primal sound of satisfaction. Slowly, he eased himself into her mouth, inch by inch, his body tense with barely contained desire. Her lips stretched around him, the sensation overwhelming as he filled her, his size almost too much to take. She blushed deeply, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment, but his sharp tug on her hair forced her eyes back open. He wanted to see everything—her reaction, her struggle, her submission.