(Vivi x Crocodile) One Piece: The Princess and the Villain - Season I

10 - THE REUNION OF THE PRINCESS AND THE VILLAIN (2)

The moment was a blur of heat, pleasure, and need, but for Crocodile, something deeper stirred beneath the surface. As he moved inside her, driving them both to the peak of pleasure, his mind wrestled with a storm of emotions he hadn't expected — and didn't want to acknowledge. For so long, he had yearned for her, obsessing over her taste, her body, the way she surrendered beneath him. Every thought of Vivi since she was taken had been consumed by desire, a craving that gnawed at him day and night.

Now, she was here again, in his arms, beneath him, moaning his name as if she had never left. Her skin was warm, slick with sweat, and the feel of her wrapped around him — soft, yielding, perfect — was almost enough to send him over the edge. His breath was ragged, each thrust a surge of satisfaction, each gasp from her lips a heady rush of power. He could feel her body responding, the tremors of pleasure that ran through her as he pushed her harder, deeper, knowing he had her completely once more.

Yet, despite the raw physical pleasure, something else clawed at him, something unfamiliar and unwanted. The taste of her skin as he kissed her neck, the soft gasp when his fingers slid over her body, the way her nails raked across his shoulders as she held onto him — it was all more than just satisfying his lust. There was an intensity to this moment that made his chest tighten, a possessive thrill that was darker than what he'd felt before.

His hands moved over her body with urgency, but there was something different in his touch now. The raw dominance he had once revealed had given way to something more. He could feel it in the way his fingers lingered on her skin, the way he kissed her — not just to claim, but to savor. As if he were terrified she might slip away again, disappear into the void she had left in his life when she was taken from him.

The emotions hit him in waves, each one more disorienting than the last. He couldn't understand why this felt different, why the taste of her was sweeter, why every gasp and moan from her lips set something ablaze in his chest. He had always craved her body, but now, now there was a strange satisfaction — almost an addiction — that came from more than just her submission. It was as though having her back was the only thing that made him feel whole, as if the very taste of her was the remedy to his unspoken torment.

Crocodile's grip on her tightened as the pleasure built within him, a pressure that threatened to consume him whole. His lips found hers again, and this time, it wasn't just about control. It was about the need, the desperation he felt, the way his body craved hers beyond the physical. The kiss was fierce, hungry, but layered with something deeper — a fear of losing this feeling, this possession, again.

He groaned against her mouth, his breath hot and shallow as the pleasure surged through him. His hands moved frantically over her body, as though he couldn't get enough, as though he needed to commit every inch of her to memory, knowing he would never be satisfied no matter how many times he had her. His mind spiraled with desire and something close to madness, a wild, uncontrollable hunger for everything she had become to him.

The feel of her around him, the sound of her breathless moans, the way her body responded to his touch, all of it drove him to the edge. He was lost in the sensation, in the overwhelming need that had consumed him for so long. And now that he had her again, he never wanted to let go.

His breath hitched as he felt her body tremble beneath him, the telltale signs of her release sending him spiraling into his own. Every movement was a surge of pleasure, every gasp and moan a symphony in his ears as he gave in to the madness that had taken hold of him. He had her, completely, utterly, and the satisfaction that came with that knowledge was intoxicating.

As the final waves of pleasure washed over him, Crocodile held her close, his body still moving against hers, as though he couldn't stop, as though the craving would never be sated. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, his heart pounding in his chest. The emotions that swirled inside him were a mess — pleasure, possession, and something dangerously close to affection.