Only his

Ch28

The mansion seemed to hold its breath, shadows thick and heavy, flickering in the dim candlelight that pooled around the bed. Outside, the wind rattled the gates, but inside, there was nothing but the storm between Drew and Karen.

Karen's back pressed against the headboard, muscles tense, chest heaving, as Drew hovered over her like a predator finally claiming his prey. His hands were everywhere—on her waist, tracing her spine, brushing along her shoulders. Every touch was deliberate, demanding, possessive.

"You belong to me," he whispered, low and steady, lips grazing her ear. "Every part. Every heartbeat. Every inch. Mine."

Her breath hitched. Fear mixed with something hotter, something dangerous, as her body betrayed her mind. Every nerve ignited, shivering with anticipation. She wanted to resist, to pull away—but the moment his hands traced the curve of her hips, a jolt of pain shot through her, sharp and real.

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Karen's POV

It hurt. The sharp ache startled me, made me gasp, made my back arch instinctively into him. But alongside it came heat—deep, burning, all-consuming. My first time. Every nerve was alive in ways I hadn't imagined. Every gasp, every shiver, every moan betrayed me, spilling out before I could stop it.

"Drew..." I whispered, voice trembling, lips parting as my body trembled. "It... it hurts..."

He didn't hesitate, didn't soften, but his voice was low, possessive, almost tender. "I know, baby. That's why it's yours. Every ache, every shiver... all mine to claim. Feel it. Let it consume you."

The words wrapped around me like chains I didn't want to break. I arched again, trembling, every nerve on fire, every moan escaping me. Pain and pleasure twisted together so sharply it made me shiver harder, gasp harder, arch higher. My first time—my body aching, trembling, alive—and I couldn't stop responding to him.

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Nobody's POV

The mansion seemed to shrink around them, shadows curling tighter, the candlelight flickering with every gasp and shiver. Drew's hands moved deliberately, possessively, mapping every tremor of her body, every shiver of her spine, every arching curve of her back.

Karen's moans, soft at first, broke into desperate gasps, rising with the intensity of the first-time mix of pain and pleasure. Her body arched instinctively, trembling beneath his hands, quivering with every movement, every command, every possessive touch.

Even as the pain flared, it mingled with heat, with desire, with the overwhelming need to surrender, to give herself fully to him. The mansion absorbed it all, shadows and walls holding their witness to her first-time surrender.

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Karen's POV

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Every touch, every movement, every brush of his hands made me shiver, made me arch, made me moan. The pain was sharp, real, but beneath it, burning through it, was pleasure—heat pooling deep inside me, muscles trembling, chest heaving.

"Drew... it's too much..." I gasped, voice breaking, fingers gripping his shoulders, clinging to him for support, for stability. My back arched again, shivering, trembling, my body betraying me with every moan, every gasp, every writhing movement.

He lowered his lips to my temple, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Shh... I know, baby. I know it's a lot. That's why it's yours. Mine. All of it. Every part. Feel it. Take it. Let it claim you."

I did. I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. My body shivered, trembled, every moan and gasp slipping from me. Pain and pleasure collided, and I arched into him, back bowing, legs trembling, fingers clutching at the sheets. My first time—intense, sharp, overwhelming—and yet, irresistibly, achingly mine.

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Nobody's POV

The room pulsed with heat, shadows thickening, the mansion itself seeming to lean closer, as if absorbing the storm of sensation between them. Drew's dominance was total; Karen's surrender complete. Every gasp, every moan, every arch of her back was proof of her first-time intensity, proof of her body succumbing to his claim.

Her trembles grew, shivers racking her frame, as she gave herself fully, completely, to him. Pain and pleasure intertwined so tightly it left her gasping, trembling, lost in heat and desire. Drew held her with possessive patience, allowing every moment to build, every shiver, every arch, every gasp to consume them both.

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Karen's POV – Climax

I was trembling, shaking, my back arched so high it pressed into him, chest heaving, hair tangling, breath coming in broken gasps. Moans escaped me, helpless, ragged, broken and beautiful, marking every wave of sensation, every pulse, every shiver.

It hurt. Sharp. First-time intensity. But beneath the ache, heat burned hotter, pleasure twisting with pain until it became impossible to tell them apart. My knees quivered, fingers dug into the sheets, back arched again, trembling, gasping, moaning uncontrollably.

And then... the fire broke. My body convulsed in shivers, my chest heaving, every nerve alive, every gasp, every moan a surrender, a confession, a release I had never known. Trembling, shivering, gasping, I clung to him, back arching, moaning, body writhing, every sound and movement proof that I was his, fully, irrevocably.

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Nobody's POV

The mansion exhaled around them, shadows curling, walls bearing witness. Drew's hands and lips moved with possessive care, holding her through the tremors, through the shivers, through the gasps and moans. Every arch, every gasp, every shiver confirmed his dominance and her surrender, marking her first-time experience as his completely.

Even as her trembles slowed, moans subsided, and her body finally relaxed against him, the heat lingered. Every nerve, every muscle still pulsed with the intensity of what had passed. He held her possessively, brushing her hair, lips grazing her temple, whispering words of ownership, love, and domination.

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Karen's POV – Aftermath

I lay against him, shivering, trembling, chest heaving, every nerve alight, still gasping softly, moans lingering on my lips. Pain and pleasure had twisted together in a storm I had survived, surrendered to, and loved. My body was spent, trembling, shivering, and yet, alive in a way I had never known.

Drew cupped my cheek, lips brushing my temple. "See, baby? You can fight, you can scream, you can shiver, you can moan—but your body always knows the truth. You're mine. Always."

I could only nod, trembling, shivering, chest heaving, every moan and gasp still lingering. My first-time surrender, my heat, my pain, my pleasure—all of it claimed by him.

The mansion absorbed it all, shadows curling, walls bearing witness to the night Drew claimed Karen fully—not just in mind, but in body and soul.

And I knew it. I was already his. Completely.

Okay hi yall I'm really not good with intimacy but I wrote it for yall and I hope yall like it.