THE ENCHANTED ENFORCER

chapter-15 "Bite"

♡Luna pov♡

He leaned in slowly, his breath warm and teasing against my skin, sending a subtle, electric thrill down my spine. His right hand slid to my jaw, fingers firm but almost tender as they curled around it, tilting my head to the left with controlled precision.

The dominance in his touch was undeniable, yet the way he handled me was intoxicatingly gentle, like he was savoring every moment. My neck was now exposed, his lips hovering just above it, a whisper away from my skin.

The closeness, the tension his hot breath danced against me as he lingered, teasing the inevitable, making the anticipation almost unbearable before his teeth brushed my neck with deliberate, seductive intent.

His teeth sank into the sensitive skin over my pulse point, sending a sharp wave of pleasure coursing through me that escaped as a soft moan.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and desire. His grip on my hands tightened, the dominance in his touch making my breath hitch.

With every inch of his body pressing harder against mine, his warmth enveloped me, the weight of him pushing me deeper into the moment. His control was intoxicating, the tension between us growing thicker with every second as he claimed more of me, both with his touch and the possessive way his body melded against mine.

I closed my eyes, losing myself in the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain that rippled through my body. Each sensation seemed to blur into one, making it impossible to separate the two.

My knees trembled, unable to hold steady under the intensity of his touch. A shaky breath escaped my lips, followed by a soft, broken whisper, "P-please... stop." But even as I spoke, my voice betrayed me, the words laced with more desire than resistance.

The contradiction in my plea hung in the air, fragile and tempting, as if daring him to ignore it.

He slowly pulled his lips and teeth from my neck, the warmth of his breath still lingering on my skin as he leaned back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, and filled with an insatiable hunger, as if he was savoring every moment.

"Your mouth is telling me to stop," he murmured, his voice deep and low, dripping with a dangerous seduction, "but your body… it’s begging for me, darling." His words were a taunt, laced with confidence, as his gaze roamed over me like I was his prey, cornered and vulnerable.

The way he looked at me hungry, possessive sent a thrill through me, a silent acknowledgment that he knew exactly how much control he had, and he was reveling in it.

He leaned in again, his breath warm and his presence overwhelming, but the moment shifted as a single tear slipped from the corner of my eye, trailing down my cheek. The change was immediate.

His grip on my hands, once firm and possessive, softened, the tension draining from his fingers. His eyes flickered with a brief flash of concern, or perhaps regret, as he noticed the tear. Slowly, he loosened his hold, his hands releasing me completely as he stepped back, putting a slight distance between us.

His gaze lingered, now more hesitant, as if questioning the intensity of the moment that had just passed. The atmosphere, once charged with heat, now held a fragile quiet.

“I hate you,” I whispered, my voice shaky and broken as silent tears continued to fall. The words hung in the air, but there was no response from him. He stood still for a moment, his face unreadable, before turning abruptly and walking out of the room, leaving me alone with the weight of my emotions.

The silence stretched on, thick and heavy, until the sound of his hurried footsteps returned. He reappeared, carrying a book in his hand, his movements deliberate yet tense.