She led me to him (Werewolf story)

Chapter 125: Ruined

Serah POV

“I need your consent, because I won't be asking after this.”

…

It was a threat, a promise to destruction.

Either, I opened the doors willingly or the lightening would destroy my hidings.

The man was already above me like the always so present sky.

But I was going to feel it wrath, a disguise for lust and envy.

My anatomy was on this man's side.

Sight making me crumble, my walls shaken and my will overtaken.

It was a lost battle, the castle was already his and the throne for him to take.

The red silk made the burning passion even more intense and the peace in his eyes was no longer.

He was going to sin and I would have to bear its punishment.

With my overall consent.

“You should stop talking altogether.”

The mischief was well received but the turning of events became more and more unpredictable.

I was violently turned around and the slap on my ass didn't reverberate for the only reason that my clothes absorbed the shock.

He wasn't very much pleased .

My hands ,already stretched, were now playing a game I couldn't see.

My vision was limited to the wooden ornaments of the bed and its shiny fabric.

Bright as danger.

Panic was not far away and my hands were tied.

The rope was used and I officially couldn't turn around without his accord.

Eyes losing its purpose but senses multiplied.

The sparks he trailed as he pulled down my pants, my panties.

Everything under my waist was together on the floor, soundlessly fallen.

As was exposed and the simple thought of him looking at me in my most vulnerable posture was hard to resist.

The moisture was building knowing that it will burst out any moment now.

I still had my Tee on and I thought that it would have stayed but it wasn't until I heard the fabric getting shredded in seconds.

I wasn't attached to my attire here but we could rip off our clothes at each occasion.

Ecology was the last of worries truthfully.

My heartbeat now lodged in between my thighs.

My bosom pulled down by gravity or his enormous hands playing shamelessly, groping and teasing my nips.

He was behind me, his teeth to my ears, gently nibbling, while tracing his fingers up to my neck.

The shivers knew how to play, and his kisses were spreading from the mark.

His saliva was gently mapping the curve of my body, he travelled my neck and followed the route of my spine. 

He stopped at each vertebra, marking his passages.

I wanted to see him do it but the coward was on my back. And I couldn't interrupt his journey.

I kept my voice to myself but when he arrived at my two little dents.