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

12 - THE FORBIDDEN ROOM IN ALABASTA (2)

Crocodile had intended to stop. At first he had wanted to toy with her, to leave her trembling and conflicted, to show her just enough of his control before walking away. But now, as he lifts his head and looks at Vivi, flushed and trembling from the climax he had forced from her, something inside him snaps.

The way her body had responded—so fragile yet erotic, vulnerable yet defiant—ignites something deeper, more primal in him. He sees the mixture of pleasure and shame flickering across her features, and it's that very contrast that drives him beyond reason.

He leans over her, his hands gripping the edges of the desk, trapping her between him and the polished wood. His breath is hot against her lips as he murmurs, "I thought I'd stop... but seeing you like this..."

Without finishing the thought, his mouth crashes against hers, rough and demanding, no longer teasing or calculating. This is need—raw, unrestrained, urgent. His lips devour hers with a hunger that makes her body jolt again, and she gasps into his mouth, caught off guard by the sudden intensity.

His hands roam her body with a feverish desperation, tracing her curves with a sense of urgency. The teasing is over; now he's consumed by his need for her. He pulls her closer, almost as if he's trying to merge their bodies completely. Vivi's mind spins, the intensity of the moment taking over. She feels his hands slide down her back, pulling her tighter against him, his body heat overwhelming hers.

Her own hands, shaky from the sensations coursing through her, find his chest, unsure if she's trying to push him away or pull him closer. Every fiber of her being tells her this is wrong, but the overwhelming pleasure, the fire he has stoked in her, makes it impossible to resist.

His lips move from hers, tracing a rough path down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. Each time she gasps, his desire only grows. He wants more, needs more. His hands cup her face, tilting her head back as his mouth claims hers again with an intensity that sends her mind reeling.

Vivi's protests have faded into gasps and whimpers. She can't deny it anymore—his touch, his hunger—it has broken through her defenses, and she's swept up in the storm of him. She feels his need, his craving, and despite herself, her body responds, arching toward him as his hands tighten around her waist, lifting her slightly onto the desk.

He groans low in his throat, feeling her melt into him, and any remaining composure he had is completely shattered. He thought he could control this, control her—but now, as her body submits to his every touch, he's lost. His lips crush against hers once more, and their tongues meet in a passionate, frenzied kiss.

His hands slide under her legs, pulling her against him, and Vivi's breath hitches at the intensity. He grinds against her, the heat between them unbearable, his desire for her overtaking any rational thought he had left.

She trembles under his touch, overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations—the pleasure, the shame, the forbidden nature of it all. But when she looks into his eyes, she sees something more than just possession. There's a depth of craving, an almost desperate need to claim her fully, not just as a prize, but as something he can't live without.

Crocodile, sensing her body's surrender, loses the last shred of his restraint. His hands are everywhere now—possessive, demanding—while his mouth moves down her throat, tracing fiery kisses along her skin. He wants her completely, to consume her in every way possible, to make her understand that she is his in both body and soul.

He thrusts into her with a rough, urgent need, his movements driven by raw passion. Each gasp, each moan from Vivi only fuels him further. She grips his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as the intensity builds between them, every thrust pushing her further toward the edge of her own desire.