Star-Crossed Lovers Of The 1850s (JJK ff)

CHAPTER 13

Louisa's revulsion intensified as Edward's lips descended upon her neck, his hot breath sending shivers of disgust coursing through her veins. His tongue darted out, tracing a wet path across her skin, leaving a visible mark that seemed to sear her flesh.

She felt an overwhelming surge of humiliation and anger as Edward sucked on her skin, leaving a hickey that branded her as his possession. The thought of being marked by him, of bearing the visible sign of his desire, made her stomach churn.

"Edward, stop," Louisa whispered urgently, her voice trembling with desperation as she tried to squirm out of his grasp.

However, Edward's hold only tightened, his arms wrapping around her like a vice, refusing to relinquish his claim. He pressed himself into her, his body molding against hers in a crude display of ownership that left her feeling suffocated.

Louisa's skin crawled at the intimate contact, her mind recoiling from the thought of Edward's body against hers. She felt trapped, unable to escape the suffocating weight of his desire, as if she were drowning in a sea of obligation.

The moon above, once a beacon of tranquility, now seemed cold and distant, its light eclipsed by the darkness gathering within Louisa. Her heart pounded in protest, her thoughts racing with the desperate need for escape.

Edward's hands roamed over her, his fingers tracing the curves of her body with an unspoken claim of ownership. Louisa's very soul recoiled at his touch, her spirit crying out for liberation from the prison of her circumstances.

Edward's whisper was low and menacing, his breath hot against Louisa's ear. "Don't move too much, or I'll have to fvck you here," he growled, his voice dripping with lust.

Louisa's body stiffened, her heart racing with fear. She felt trapped, pinned against him with no escape.

"Edward, p....please," Louisa whispered urgently, trying to push him away.

But Edward's grip only tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. "You're mine, Louisa," he hissed, his lips brushing against her neck. "Soon, I'll make you mine in every way."

Louisa's mind reeled, horror and revulsion warring within her. She felt like a captive, bound to Edward by societal expectations.

The music and laughter from the ballroom seemed to fade, replaced by the pounding of her heart. Louisa's thoughts raced, searching for an escape.

Edward's hand slid down her spine, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips. Louisa's skin crawled, her body tensing in protest.

"Be still," Edward whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Don't make me lose control."

Louisa's eyes scanned the surrounding area, desperate for a rescue. But they were alone, hidden from view.

In a swift, sudden movement, Edward spun Louisa around to face him, his eyes locking onto hers with an unnerving intensity. The struggle was evident in her gaze, a mixture of fear and revulsion that only served to heighten Edward's arousal.

The sight of Louisa's distress sent a surge of lust coursing through his veins, his mind consumed by the primal urge to claim her. He wanted to see her squirm, to hear her cry out in pleasure and pain.

"The struggle in your eyes is tantalizing, Louisa," Edward whispered, his voice husky with desire. "It makes me want to fvck you hard right here, to feel your body yield to mine."

His gaze roamed over her face, drinking in the fear that shone in her eyes. Edward's lips curled into a dark smirk, his features twisted by his base desires.

"You look sexy when you're scared, babe," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "It's almost...inviting."

As he spoke, Edward pressed his bulge against her core, the hardness of his body a stark reminder of the power dynamic between them. Louisa's eyes widened, her face paling as she felt the unmistakable evidence of Edward's arousal.