Many whispered that Lenora Hawthorne was nothing more than an unassuming girl-a shadow among the ambitious and cunning. But those who truly knew her understood the truth: Lenora was no innocent. She had forged her path in darkness, her allegiance bo...
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HIS KISS CONSUMED ME, FIERCE AND UNRELENTING, as if he was trying to imprint himself into every part of me. I wanted to fight back, to push him away—but instead i found myself clutching his shoulders, pulling him closer.
His hands slid up my thighs, pinning them apart as he settled between them. "Still not going to say it?" he teased, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "You're stubborn, i'll give you that."
I glared at him, though the heat pooling in my core betrayed me. "I'm not begging you for anything."
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as his mouth trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin in that way that made my breath hitch. "We'll see about that." He murmured, though it sounded like a may have been making a deal with the devil.
But before i could respond, he started to suck on my neck, leaving multiple marks, and a trail of fire everywhere he did, his hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him, the friction sent a jolt of pleasure through me.
I bit my lip to stifle the sound threatening to escape, but he noticed. He always noticed.
"Don't," He said, his voice low, and demanding as his teeth scraped over the sensitive skin just below my ear. "I want to hear everything. Every moan, every whimper, every gasp. They're all mine."
The way his hips thrusted against me, the way his lips trailed down my throat had left me completely undone.
His movements were relentless, deliberate, as if he wanted to break every part of me and piece it back together at his will. My heart hammered with desire, pulling me deeper into the haze of him.
"You want me to beg?" I breathed, my voice shaking despite my best effort to remain defiant. "You're not getting it."
He paused, his lips hovering just above mine, his gaze dark and calculating. "I don't need you to beg," he murmured, his breath hot on my swollen lips. "I just need you to realize you're already mine. Only mine."
Before i could even comprehend the words that left his lips, his hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly, shifting me so i was straddling him. The shift in position left me breathless, every nerve on edge as he adjusted himself against me. His eyes darkened even further, watching me with a predatory intensity.
"You feel that?" He growled, his voice deep with a lace of something darker. "That's the truth of it. You're not running from this anymore, are you?"
I tried to speak, but the words lodged in my throat as his hands moved down to my hips, guiding me to grind against him. The sensation was maddening—every friction, every movement sent electric jolts coursing through me.
